Note- I wanted to watch episode eight (which was titled Hope) before I wrote more of this fic so I could gel everything together correctly. Since that episode aired last night I am now ready to move forward with my story.

Thank you for your patience and support.

Season of Love

Episode 6

November 2011

"Hotch rocket?" Derek Morgan joked into his cell phone, as he stood in a police station. "Hey, hey, hey, silly woman, you better watch that flirting. Your sexy comebacks are supposed to be reserved only for me."

"Hotch rocket isn't flirting," she teased back. "It's wordplay. And you know I am a master wordsmith wizard of the first order. No man, no matter how sexy and delicious, can stop my flow."

"Delicious, huh? How would you know that?"

"My imagination is a wicked, wicked place where you have been debauched throughly every day since I first laid eyes on your luscious Hot Stuff self."

"Is that so? And am I any good in your mind?"

Dropping her voice to a sexy, throaty drawl she answered "You are the best, my love." Then in a normal tone she asked "So what can I do you for today? What's your pleasure?"

"You. Always you."

She beamed at hearing that. "As you are mine but is there anything my magic fingers can do to make your life easier today?"

He let out a small sigh. "Not at the moment. I was just calling to check in on my girl."

She sat there- cheeks warms and a small, happy smiling playing on her lips- glad to hear that he missed her too.

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Morgan and Garcia walked toward the elevators at the office. She asked, as she looped her arm through his, "So what's on our agenda this fine evening?"

Turning to look at her, he studied her face for a long moment. "We've been spending practically all our off time together lately."

She jumped back from him and started to talk really fast. "Oh, I didn't mean to assume we'd hang out together tonight. In fact, I have plenty of other things I need to get home and do. I'm trying out a new recipe for cookies to take to my survivor's group and there is a special on PBS about orphans in Uganda that I know will make me cry but I'm still strangely drawn to their plight anyway. So I have plenty on my agenda."

"Garcia, shush." Derek placed his fingers against her lips.

"Shushing," she said.

Moving his hand away from her mouth, he brushed her hair back. "What I was trying to say is...we've spent most of our spare time together for the last...I don't know...eight months or so now...and..."

"You want space. I'm crowding you. I get it. You're used to relaxing at your properties and doing your bike races and taking long rides on your motorcycle and sexing up gorgeous ladies and I'm cramping your style. It's okay. Say no more."

"You don't make it easy on a man, you know that?" he teased her, with an indulgent smile curving his lips as he stared at her warmly.

"I know." Her eyes searched his.

The elevator came and they walked on. He wrapped his arm around her back and whispered into her ear "I think the timing is just about perfect to take this up a notch. What do you say, pretty mama?"

She turned and looked into his eyes, a twinkle in hers, and it would have been clear to anyone watching that she whole heartedly agreed.