Future Wifey

Epilogue

May 2008

"Garcia, I'll tell you what you are to me. You're my God given solace. Woman, you promise me one thing, whatever happens, don't you ever stop talking to me."

The moment they see each other again is intense. Even though his shoulder hurts like hell and cops and firefighters all around, dealing with the burning ambulance, for Derek it's the most romantic moment of his life.

Penelope had gotten a ride downtown from Rossi. As soon as the black SUV stopped she jumped out and rushed over to where Derek was sitting on the back of an ambulance. Using one arm he hugged her as she cried against his neck.

She whispered, in a mad tone, "You almost died on me!"

"Never, woman, don't you know I want to live to raise babies with my baby girl?"

She gave him a teary look.

Morgan said "I should have asked you this a long time ago. Smack me cause I've been a fool. But...Garcia....would you make an honest man out of me and marry me? I can't live without being your husband any longer."

He had let his fear tell him not to rock the boat in their relationship. Every time it got to a Christmas, birthday or Valentine's Day it was easier and safer not to ask her to be his wife. They were happy and doing good and, even if he wanted them to be married, he was comfortable with just going on as they were. She lived with him. They felt married.

Then tonight happened and he almost died. Now almost married wasn't enough. He wanted a ring on her finger, her last name changed, and those babies they always joked about to be growing inside of her and then resting in his arms months later.

Derek Morgan wanted it all. He could be dead right now and have missed out on his chance to be her husband. He wanted the world to know this is his woman. This is his heart. This is his sunshine and his sanity.

He wanted to shout it out from the top of a building. "I LOVE THIS WOMAN!" but he settled for whispering it to her instead on that busy, smoky, New York City street. "I love you, baby girl, and I need an answer now. What's it gonna be?"

"What took you so long?" She gave him a bright smile. "I would have said yes this time four years ago."

He smiled and gave her a tender kiss. "Thank you very, very much, sweetheart." Then he raised an eyebrow. "Wait. We weren't dating this time four years ago. You forgetting when I made you mine?"

"I made you mine, handsome, lets get that much straight and, no, I've forgotten nothing. I would have married you before we ever kissed. You're my super fox stud muffin supreme. I know a good thing when I see it.....and I know you're the best thing to ever happen to a tech kitten."

Derek kissed her again. "You saved my life tonight, baby."

"Don't you dare take that kind of risk again! I need you here. I need to have the life you've promised me. I need to have our babies and I need to have you, you infuriating, noble, brave, noir hero, you!"

He smiled widely. "I'm not going anywhere, mama. This man is on lock down and he loves every minute of it." He bent close and kissed her nose. Their foreheads rested against each other and they stayed there, holding each other, as the chaos around them raged on.

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March 2010

Derek was sitting at his desk, reading a forward joke from Alex Santos. That guy used to work his last nerve but he didn't mind him anymore because Alex now lived in New York City, was married and had two kids with a third on the way.

On the screen popped up an IM message: My sweet tooth is kicking in. I need sugar and I need it now. You're my favorite flavor. This is an emergency, Hot Stuff!

Laughing to himself he got up from his desk and went to his wife's office. On her desk was a picture of their six month old daughter. She stayed in the daycare center in the building when Penelope worked, which was only 30 hours a week. She had an office at home that could connect to the FBI and she could work from there too.

Derek knocked on the door and called out "Special delivery for a Mrs. Baby Girl Morgan."

She purred "Come in and lay it on me."

He pushed open the door and lounged against it. "You do know we've been at work only forty five minutes right? You already need a fix, mama?"

She shrugged and smiled. "My name is Penelope Garcia Morgan and I'm an addict. My drug of choice is my gorgeous Adonis husband, who puts the wet in my dreams."

He chuckled, came into the office, closed the door, walked up to her chair, pulled her up to her feet, pressed her flush to him and asked "How glad am I that Hotch is the unit chief again?"

"Don't say Hotch when we're getting it on."

"Hotch."

"You are in trouble! No sugar for you."

"Fine. Have it your way. I'm not the one who's all hot from this morning and needs more. I'm good to go. Bye, baby. See you around."

As he went to leave she grabbed the back of his shirt. "Take another step and I'll have to tell our daughter why I kicked you in the butt today. For being mean to Mommy."

Derek turned back around, pulled her close and kissed her. "Mmmmm, you make being married hotter than being single ever was. Don't know what I was thinking not marrying you right away. Its so sexy when you lose it like you did this morning and you never could do that till you had my last name."

"You saying I wasn't good in bed all along, mister?"

"You were phenomenal. The best I ever had, when you were my hot firecracker Garcia, but, woman, now that you're my Penelope Morgan you are better than ever."

She smiled. "I've hit my sexual peak, according to Reid and something he read somewhere."

"Don't say Reid when I'm loving up on you."

"Reid!"

"You're getting spanked tonight. Count on it." Derek smiled and left her office. He felt like the luckiest man ever born. Who else got to have a woman as fun as Penelope as their wife, brightening up their every day and steaming up their every night?

No one else. That's who. Just him. He beat out Santos but it was never really a contest. As Penelope tells him all the time, she was his just as soon as he decided to keep calling her baby girl.

That clinched it. Derek made the choice to love her when he called her that for the second time. He said he never made a choice. It was natural. She was just his baby girl and he knew it all along, even before he knew how good it would feel to be locked down.

THE END