Feb. 5th: Wistful – 100 words – What could have been? Oh, if only they were here now!
Penelope Garcia/Derek Morgan
Don't stop, don't stop. Just keep on walking.
Garcia made her way down the hall, her stance defiant. Today was Monday, and she'd promised herself she wouldn't do this anymore. She allowed herself a week's worth of mourning. That was enough.
As she passed Morgan's former office, though, her steps slowed anyway. She stopped at the doorway, glancing into the empty room. Her eyes misted over as she bit her lip.
She had to quit doing this. It wasn't like Morgan was dead, after all. He was alive and well and still living in the area. She could visit him anytime.
It wasn't the same, though. She loved Savannah and Hank, they were awesome and adorable, and she loved seeing how happy Morgan was with his new family. He deserved all the good things the world could offer him and more.
Still, she liked these moments when she could remember simpler times. Flirty talk that she'd always been extra careful to keep just this side of serious, of spoken "I love you"s and endless nicknames, of being able to come to work every day and see his gorgeous smile and sexy self in person. She always felt safe when he was around, she could be assured he'd do everything possible not just to protect her, but to make sure her friends always came home as well.
Maybe she needed a little more time to mourn than she thought.
Just then, she felt her phone vibrate. Glancing at the screen, she smiled at the name that came up.
Hey, Baby Girl. Just wanted to wish you a good day at work. I miss you.
Her response was quick.
I miss you, too.