Morgan slowly shut his eyes and leaned back into his couch. He had had a ridiculous day at work. First, his "coffee girl" from that morning ended up being JJ's replacement. Second, Prentiss and Reid began teasing him to no end after that. He was just glad to be home and away from the BAU craziness.
He heard a ding. It was the microwave; his popcorn was done. Most nights, he cooked himself dinner, usually something fancy. Pasta, vegetables, chicken. Morgan was actually a very skilled cook. But tonight, he just felt like eating a bag of popcorn and watching a good James Bond movie.
He heard his phone vibrate. Damn, he thought. No way there's a new case. He hit his head against the back of his couch, and got up to check his phone. It was a number he didn't recognize.
"Derek Morgan."
"Hey, Derek. It's Jordan."
Morgan paused. What the hell was she doing calling him? And how did she get his number? "Hey, Jordan. What can I do for you?"
She laughed. "Sorry for bothering you. JJ gave numbers for everyone on the team, and I was just checking to make sure they work."
If it was any other girl, Morgan would have known that she was lying, and that it was just an excuse to call him. But Jordan was different. Morgan knew she was calling to tease him and play incredibly-hard-to-get.
"Yeah, this is my number. Anything else you need?"
"Nope. This is good. See you soon, Derek."
"Wait." Morgan almost screamed that. Damn, he thought. Way to be obvious, man. "I was wondering. Do you have any plans tomorrow night?"
Jordan chuckled. "No, no plans tomorrow. And sure, we can go out to dinner. Pick me up 7?"
"Sure. 7. See you then."
"Bye, Derek." And she hung up.
"Good bye, Agent Todd," Morgan said as he put his phone down. Jordan was just… such a tease. He didn't mind a little chase; it let him prove his masculinity a little. But Jordan… she was just playing way-too-hard-to-get. Morgan wasn't sure if he liked that. But he was willing to give it a try.
