Disclaimers: The usual. Not mine, unfortunately.
A/N: Massive thanks to everyone who reviewed, added it to Story Alert or even to favourites. You guys seriously rock, you have no idea how much actually. You honestly made my day.
There will be one more chapter after this, which is at the moment with my beta.
Story-wise ... I have not a single clue on how an annulment works, I just wanted to keep it simple...
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"I … we … How drunk were we last night?" he asked, before sitting down at the edge of the bed.
"Apparently drunk enough to get married and not remember it," she stated, walking over to the table again and getting their passports and some other papers.
"It says in here that we were married by Elvis. Classy," she commented, before a tiny smile was displayed on her lips. Did she think it was funny? No. But the whole situation was just so absurd, that she couldn't do anything else than smile.
Penelope Garcia getting hitched to Derek Morgan. She'd wished for it to happen for so long, since she'd been in love with him for as long as she could remember. Not that he knew, of course. But getting married like that? In a drunken ceremony, with some Elvis wannabe singing 'Fools Rush in' before pronouncing them husband and wife?
That was more something others would do; others like her friend Jodi, who once got drunk and then woke up the next morning with a broken leg, a tattoo stating 'I love Dave', who she didn't know, on her shoulder and in Mexico. But not her, or Morgan for that matter. They were too … responsible for stuff like that. Or maybe not, as the wedding certificate in her hands proved.
"I … don't know what to say, to be honest," was all Morgan said. For now.
"Well, I am as shocked as you are, if that helps. Never in my life did I see myself getting married by Elvis, in Vegas, to you."
"We both know, Baby Girl, that getting married to me was something you have hoped for since the day we met," he grinned at Garcia. "Probably this was all your idea: get Morgan drunk and then drag him down the aisle."
"Yeah, because that was exactly what was on my mind the moment I heard you would be heading to Vegas on a case and I was supposed to join you. Busted, damn. You know me too well, stud muffin," Penelope replied, a bit relieved he took it with such humor.
As they both sat down on the edge of the bed, they thought of what to do next. How to fix the mess, their 'problem'. Well, his problem, since she didn't really see anything wrong with being married to him. Not that she would tell him that either.
"I guess we have to get an annulment. Sooner rather than later…" he finally said.
"Probably. So what do we have to do for an annulment?" she asked after a few moments had passed. He had seemed to be waiting for some kind of reaction from her.
"I don't really know. This isn't exactly my field of expertise …"
"No? I could have sworn you would have found yourself in similar situation like this one before!" she teased.
"What? Being drunk and married to gorgeous, beautiful women? Nah, somehow it never got that far. Then again, Virginia isn't exactly like Vegas, is it?"
"Isn't a marriage just considered legal when it is … well … consummated?" Garcia asked, before she could stop herself. After all, she had noticed that Morgan was wearing boxer shorts this morning, and she was clad in her own underwear as well.
That question got her first a raised brow, followed by a huge grin from her new husband.
"Disappointed already on the first night as newlyweds... This marriage was doomed to fail right from the start," she joked dramatically.
"Another missed chance of me taking advantage of you then, Baby Girl."
She sighed, acting melodramatic and cursing that it again wasn't supposed to be, before smiling at him widely.
After they both got dressed, they decided to get back to where they married last night, in order to start the annulment process.
They found their way to the chapel rather quickly, and tracking down the 'priest' who married them last night was not much of a problem.
He seemed to recognize the two of them, as he grinned first at her and then at Derek, from behind his desk.
"Ah, our newlyweds. How was the first night as husband and wife?" he asked.
Neither Morgan nor Garcia said anything for a few moments.
"Well, that's actually what we are here for," Morgan started.
"We… um… want to get the wedding annulled," Garcia supported him.
"Why's that?" the Elvis asked.
"Well, we might not have been as clear headed as one should be when making decisions like these."
"You sure? Because the way I see it, you were … pretty sure what you wanted," he said, looking specifically at Morgan.
"What makes you say that? And why are you staring at me like that?"
"Well … when you came here last night, you seemed pretty certain about it being the right decision," he said, pointing at Morgan. "After all, you were the one who basically dragged her down the aisle, mumbling something about Lynch, or Finch. I didn't really understand, and didn't ask. You," Elvis continued, pointing at Penelope this time, "you, on the other hand, didn't seem quite as convinced. I mean, you were totally into him, as much as he was into you, at least, but you seemed to be less drunk than your friend here."
That comment got Penelope a side glance from Derek.
"Not that you were not drunk. Hell, no, you were pretty much gone as well, but somehow still … able to express a doubt or two. That, of course, vanished the moment he kissed you, which was a minute or two before he dragged you down the aisle, without you giving any word of protest any longer."
Both Garcia and Morgan stared at him for a moment, although for completely different reasons.
While Morgan tried to understand that it was him pushing Garcia into marrying him, Penelope was much more fascinated by the fact that she actually had doubts and that he had kissed her. Really, how can you possibly have doubts about marrying a … a god like Derek Morgan, and forget that he had kissed you?? At that moment, she swore to herself to never drink again. You never know when it could happen again.
"I … I was the one who initiated it?" Morgan finally asked, pulling Penelope out of her thoughts and back into reality.
"Yes, you were saying, or more like slurring, a few things to me that didn't really make much sense, and then some that did. Kind of, at least. Something like Lynch didn't know what he let go... who or whatever a Lynch is. And that you should have done this years ago. There was also something about a 'god given solace', which I didn't really get. But as I said, you were kind of slurring."
"Do you always marry people that seem intoxicated to you?" Penelope heard Morgan asking.
Not that the answer mattered to her. It might not have made much sense to the guy that wed them what Morgan said, but to Garcia, it opened up a whole lot of possibilities.
"Usually not, but you know what they say, 'Alcohol lets people speak the truth'. Not that this is in anyway me saying it is good to get drunk, just…. You know, you seemed pretty certain about it last night. I remember I asked you a few times whether you are really sure you want to do this and you just answered something like 'statuesque god of sculpted chocolate thunder' and her having a sweet tooth, so it was meant to be, which I didn't get at all. But hey, I've heard way weirder answers."
"So you married us on some comments that didn't even make sense to you?" Morgan asked, and Garcia noticed that he was now way calmer than before.
"As I said, you were totally into each other. After I married you, you two were giggling like two school kids and all smiling and happy and full with joy and excitement. I think I haven't seen anyone leaving this chapel being as happy as you two in years. Not that people leaving this chapel are not happy, but you two … you had something going on. That special something…" he said, smiling at both of them.
"You left that last night," Elvis said, opening a drawer from his desk and taking something out.
"What's that?" Derek asked.
"The tape."
"The tape?" both Penelope and Morgan asked at the same time.
"The wedding tape. You left it here. Usually everyone gets the tape, but you left so quickly that I didn't even have a chance to give it to you before you were out the door. Celebrating the first wedding night, I assume."
Penelope reached for the tape, looking at it somehow suspiciously. She didn't trust anything that wasn't digital.
"Why don't I just leave you alone with the tape for a few moments?" he asked, taking the tape again from Garcia and placing it into a device. A few moments later, both Garcia and Morgan were starring at a very drunk and very happy looking Derek Morgan, and an at least as drunk and happy looking Penelope Garcia giggling like mad at each other. Morgan's hand was going places on Penelope it definitely shouldn't go.
They heard the music, which was Elvis, of course, and then heard Elvis speaking. Speaking of holy union. That the two of them had been looking for each other for so long. Penelope couldn't stop rolling her eyes. Was there any way they couldn't have gotten married less cliché like?
Looking at the screen and seeing Morgan, clad in a white suit, God knows where they got that from, beaming at her, while Elvis continued with his speech, Penelope nearly fell off her chair. How can someone just look so good?
The camera shifted slowly from her chocolate Adonis to her, dressed in a white wedding dress that could maybe have been one or two sizes larger, but did the job.
After a few more sentimental words from Elvis and the question, which had been answered by both of them with 'I do', of course, she saw Morgan step forward and kiss her, and in that moment, it all stopped, seemed unimportant, because she couldn't stop staring, looking, her eyes fixed on the screen.
Just looking at it did her in, and how was that possible? After all, it was just an image she was looking at. And more importantly… how could she not remember that kiss? At all?
When their on screen selves finally broke apart, after what seemed forever, they could hear the soft tones of 'Fools Rush In', and Elvis saying 'I now pronounce you husband and wife', followed by some weird hip twisting-rolling-shaking move.
"I always thought you are supposed to kiss after they pronounced you husband and wife," Penelope said, making Derek laugh.
"Yeah, well, I am known for doing things differently all the time," he chuckled, making her grin.
"You do realize we just watched our wedding, which we have no memory of whatsoever? I mean, shouldn't that be kind of shocking to us? Or weird?"
"The way I see it, it's done. We can't change that it's happened. And I ended up with a pretty good wife, if I may say." He grinned at her, while Penelope just rolled her eyes. She could only wish he was serious.
It took just a few minutes after the tape finished, showing Derek and Penelope running outside, with Morgan doing stuff that Penelope would nearly describe as assault, although it was the good kind of assault, that required lips, hands, grinding and stuff like that, for Elvis to return. He had papers in his hands, which he handed to Morgan.
"Just sign these to start the annulment and drop it off either back here or at city hall."
Morgan took the papers and also the tape, which was handed back to him, and got up.
Penelope, who was expecting him to actually sign the papers right here in the office, was surprised when Derek left, papers in hand, without even looking at them.