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Garcia holds back her glee as she watches Morgan try to sit down, only to hiss in discomfort.
"You know, not to make it any worse or nothing…but, you're pretty vocal when you're flying solo." She quips, a slight smirk playing on the edge of her lips. Morgan rolls his eyes and frowns.
"Baby Girl, please, not now." Morgan says unhappily.
"Okay, you know I love you. So, what sparked that…lovely demonstration of U.S.T. left to fester too long? Blue balls run rampant"—
"Garcia!" Morgan snaps, exasperated. His body clenches and relaxes as he sinks further into the chair.
"I don't know what to do. He…Reid's my best friend and I'm— God, I bet he hates me. I fuckin' lost it in there. He's not…I'm not…" Morgan places his face in his hands.
"Morgan." Garcia says firmly, all traces of playfulness gone. "Reid does not hate you. He didn't even know what happened. He was worried you got ill."
Morgan sighs, staring at his hands.
"So what. Just because he's worried, doesn't mean that he'll ever…feel the same way about me. That has nothing to do with that." Morgan looks up at Garcia.
Garcia raises a skeptical brow.
Morgan likes Reid.
Reid likes Morgan.
Morgan+Reid = Great Horizontal Playtime…Yes to all things sparkly, shiny and Rainbowie good.
Garcia smiles.
"Morgan, would it really hurt you to take a chance? You're Derek Morgan—
Knight in shining armor—Man who flings bombs, puts others before himself, who's not afraid to comfort others, not afraid to be an awesomely sexy stud muffin."
"Reid is the smexiest Genius that everyone underestimates who's been through hell and back more than anyone of us would like on count, who needs a bit of protecting but isn't afraid to offer it himself."
"You two are like a set! You already got like…what? Over six years of friendship behind you? You both deserve each other. Who better to keep you both safe…happy?" Garcia beams at Morgan, who smiles back a bit more confidently.
"Maybe you're right." Morgan says.
"Those words did not just fall from those God-like lips? You have just been demoted to Demi-Godship, Der-bear. How dear you doubt thee Tech-Goddess of all things wonderful?"Garcia playfully bashes Morgan.
He gets up and gives her the tightest hug and a chaste peck on the lips.
"I think I just melted a bit…let me compose myself!" She says with dramatic flair.
"You on the other hand, Mister," She pokes Morgan hard planed chest, "better march your butt down there and kiss our resident genius senseless… To where he couldn't form more than a one syllable sentence, got that? I'm watching you!" She gives Morgan the evil eye as he laughs and starts towards the door.
"Got you loud and clear." He says, saluting Garcia.
"Thank you." He says, and she nods.
He heads back towards the bull pen.
Going to claim his Pretty Boy.