AN: First things first, we don't own a thing... if we did the show would be epicness ;)

As for this... I say try collaborating, it's so much fun! This entire fic kinder wrote itself for the two of us and so much fun to just bounce off what the other gave... So I hope you enjoy Morgan's side of it all =)

Kirst

Chapter Two

Morgan POV

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I threw my pen down in a moment of utter frustration. I looked up at the wall and scowled at it. My Baby Girl was off of her lunch that was a sure thing. That only meant one thing – my work load was only going to double.

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"Uh," I groaned loudly as I leant back in my chair and put my hands to my head. Today was not the day for me to hear and not see her. I was beyond stressed that much was clear, usually that typing was a major comfort.

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She was an incessant working mill and I knew it, but sometimes I just wanted her in the same room as me so I could watch her clicking, not hear it and imagine it. I wanted her more than just next door as she was.

I closed my eyes and relaxed some as the outside world come to not exist anymore.

"Where sleeping God's lie," Garcia spoke and I bolted out of my sleep and sat up right, near enough winding myself as I made contact with the desk. "Oh! Handsome! I'm sorry."

"No, I'm okay, Baby Girl, everything okay?" I breathed out almost together.

"It was a bit silent in here that's all." She told me with that smile, "I can usually hear your thoughts through these extremely thin walls," She told me and tapped the walls to show me just how thin they were. "See, thin." She told me in an almost seductive tone. "Can't get away with murder in this damn place." She joked as she stepped in and pushed the door closed. "Or other things." She mused as she looked around, straightened things, checked for dust. She was playing the innocent act, and damn was she cute.

"You still on about that adjoining door, Gorgeous?" I asked her.

"Think of all the energy we'd save." She told me and watched her as I got up and went over to the blinds and closed them fully.

"I'm sure." I said as I carried on her joking and teasing.

"Handsome, I just said about the walls." She fretted as I went towards her, "I mean," she couldn't tell me what she meant as I gently kissed her, I put my hand up under her chin lifting her head up to intensify what I was doing.

I felt it burst, the chemical reaction began to magnify and it was about to...

Knock Knock

And the moment was killed. Murder could be committed in this place after all it seemed.

The two of us broke away and moved from the door.

"There are pro's and con's to having an adjoining door, baby." I told Penelope, because there were, we might have easier access to one another but we could never tell who'd walk in and when, "come in." I called out as I went over to my desk and started to sort some paper work, my lips still tingling and my mind still reeling.

The door opened and in stepped Kevin, "Urgh, erm, I thought I'd find you in here, Penny." He spoke nervously, always the same behaviour when he was in the same room as me.

"What's up, Honey?"

I had to hide his smirk as I turned back and watched Kevin shift his weight awkwardly. Penelope may have called me honey occasionally, but it was never a permanent nickname like it was for Kevin, I was always Handsome, or hot stuff, or even more empowering, Adonis. I was far more superior in Penelope's life and that just showed it.

The glee I felt shouldn't have felt so right, not when Penelope had been in a more than intimate relationship with a man for over three years.

"Oh, you, erm, left your bracelet." Kevin said and handed it over to a perplexed Penelope, "I thought you might wonder where it'd gone."

Penelope smiled awkwardly, "Thanks Honey."

There it was again, that nickname. My insides twisted as I saw the devastation in her eyes at the broken moment that had happened between us.

"Well, I better let you get back." Kevin said and looked at me briefly before shying away, "See you later, Penny, bye Morgan."

I heard him, but he was like a bad smell, he always spoilt a perfect moment, and it was always a permanent reminder. I looked up, as he shuffled out of the door and left the door open, shooting me a warning look as he went.

The first look of manliness and possessiveness of Penelope I'd ever seen.

"An adjoining door would've made that easier." Penelope told me as she left with a smile on her lips, her finger tracing her bottom lip.

Yeah it would have, I sat down and looked at our shared wall, a door would fit in nicely.