A very dialogue-y chapter. Fear not, the other two chapters you need will be here soon.
Garcia spun away from her computer and spotted a tall, dark, and very familiar figure standing in her doorway.
"Enter, mere mortal!" she called out with a fake regal air.
"Greetings, oh Tech Goddess of the FBI," Morgan replied, jokingly kissing her hand like the knights of old. She giggled and smacked him.
"Oh, you!" Penelope scolded playfully. "The happy drawer not enough today?"
"Sometimes, I need more of the magical goddess that you are, Mama," Morgan laughed.
"Well, Sugar, welcome to my lair. Just remember, nothing too loud so that we don't have to have another pushy seminar lady," Garcia reminded him.
"Who cares about them? So what if everyone else sees things in black and white, because we're our own shade of grey, Baby Girl."
"Ugh, don't remind me of that book," Garcia said, screwing up her face in disgust. "But I do get it. Thanks, Hot Stuff."
And for yet another day, the Tech Goddess of Quantico remained the spot of color in her team's life.