So, another comfort story. I tried to get Morgan and Garcia's relationship as best I could, like how they have it on the show, but it can be friendship or romance.
It had been a rough case. The unsub was beheading men down in New Mexico. It was an unusual case, but it had been especially hard for the team emotionally. There were a lot of Spanish speaking witnesses, and Prentiss' specialty had been with foreign languages and cultures. The case was hard for everybody.
The first day back in Quantico after the case, and Morgan couldn't sleep. He was angry, at Doyle for existing, at Prentiss for keeping her identity a secret, at himself for not noticing something was wrong. Some profiler he was. Suddenly the anger passed, replaced with a wave of sadness and loss he hadn't felt since his father's death. Morgan needed someone to talk to.
He ran through his options. He could wait and hope the feelings would pass, but he knew they wouldn't. Morgan couldn't call Hotch, Jack was probably in bed by this point. He couldn't call Reid; he was still too protective of the young agent. Morgan had to be strong for Reid. He hadn't seen JJ since the funeral; he didn't trust Seaver; Rossi wasn't a touchy-feely person. Then again, neither was Morgan.
In the end he decided to call Garcia, and risk the wrath of her boyfriend Kevin. Garcia was Morgan's best friend, and he needed her.
"Hello?" Garcia sounded half-asleep, and Morgan wondered if he should let her escape back to the comfort of her dreams. But it was too late for that now.
"Hey, Baby Girl," his voice sounded rough, pained.
"Morgan?" Garcia was definitely awake now, "What's going on? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine, I just... I couldn't sleep," Morgan hated how weak he sounded, how desperately he needed someone to talk to. He didn't want to need anybody. There was a pause at the other end of the line.
"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" Her voice was soft, caring, understanding. Garcia knew Morgan better than he knew himself.
"I just... I can't believe she's gone, you know? I mean, I know you were close to her too, and you were looking at her picture the other day, and..." Morgan was rambling in embarrassment. He just needed someone to understand.
"I know, I know. I'm on my way over, Baby Cakes, I'll be there in a few."
"No Garcia, you don't have to -" the phone had hung up, cutting off Morgan's protests.
A few minutes later, Garcia pulled into the driveway.
"I'm sorry Garcia; I just didn't know what to do -"
"I've been thinking about her too," Garcia interrupted. Her eyes were glistening with tears and Morgan was torn between comforting her and begging for comfort. He did both. This wasn't something Garcia could fix with her optimism, and she knew it. So she and Morgan just held each other. They knew each other better anyone else; no words were needed. They trusted each other completely, and for the first time in years, Morgan let himself cry.