Prompt: Hot Chocolate
Characters: Morgan and Prentiss (set in the Paris universe)
Words: 379
"So, how's it going?" Morgan asked casually, kicking back on his couch. It had been a crazy day at work, and he still felt the hole that Prentiss's absence had left. "Where are you?"
"Heaven," she sighed, like it was true.
"God, I hope not," Morgan responded, blinking away the memories of those awful months when he'd thought she might be gone.
"What I mean is, I'm in this heavenly little Parisian café that serves nothing short of the most exquisite hot chocolate. No cheap powdered stuff here. It's practically a delicacy."
"No way," Morgan grinned at his own cup of admittedly terrible hot chocolate. "Guess we got some kinda mind-meld happening. I'm here drinkin' cheap American hot chocolate as we speak."
"Oh, you are?" Prentiss asked, everything about her softening. "That makes me feel closer to all of you," she said, and Morgan could hear her taking a sip of her fancy drink.
There was a pause, while Morgan stared around his place. It was late, and it was a mess in here, but he just wanted to feel connected to Emily. Things were all right at work. They were adjusting. But it wasn't the same. Not without Emily.
"Morgan?" she prompted.
"Are you happy?" he asked suddenly.
"I am… Very… I just wish I could have the best of both worlds, you know? The peace I've found here, and the friends I have there."
Morgan listened to the hint of a French accent that colored her words. She had settled in already.
"Well, just know, you can come back and visit anytime…" he told her honestly.
"I know," she nodded to herself.
"So…any new art lately?" he asked.
"Why do you insist on asking instead of checking for yourself?" Emily reprimanded lightly.
"'Cause I like to hear it from you…I like to get the background story about what inspired it…" he smiled.
"Well, right now, I'm quite inspired to start a new series of paintings. I think the first two will be entitled Hot Chocolate Sunrise and Hot Chocolate After Dark…" she mused, a smile in her voice.
"Sounds great. We miss you," he told her honestly.
"Likewise," she answered very softly and he could swear he heard tears in her voice before the call was disconnected.