"C'mon, now, baby girl. It wasn't that scary."
"Morgan! I know I'm not as strong and brave as you are, but when he came out of the dark? With all that blood? That was scary."
"Well, then, it was a good thing I was there to protect you," he teased with a wink.
"Oh, please," Garcia denied. She was still smiling though. She loved having big-brother-best-friend flirty Morgan all to herself. While she would probably never admit it, she also loved having him protect her. It made her feel safe, knowing that someone loved her enough to look out for her. And while Kevin loved her, he wasn't as, let's say, strong as Morgan.
Morgan grabbed her shoulder and hugged her from the side. He loved having little-sister-best-friend flirty Garcia all to himself. The he could tease her and flirt with her all he wanted. And no one would look at them funny.
They approached Garcia's apartment building. "Thanks for walking me home, my precious," Garcia said.
"What, you're not gonna invite me inside? I'm hurt."
"Oh, please, Derek." He still looked hurt. It was play-hurt, but hurt nonetheless. "Oh fine, you baby. You can come inside."
They started walking up the outside steps when they heard a soft growl. Garcia jumped and looked around. Morgan grabbed her and pushed her behind him. He started looking around for the source of the growl.
All of a sudden, he laughed. Garcia was puzzled. "I see you," he called. Garcia was even more puzzled. "I'm coming to get you," he cooed. Garcia was in utter disbelief.
He walked over to a bush, crouched down, and pulled out a little puppy. "I got you, sweetie." He cradled the puppy. What a hero, Garcia thought as she walked closer.
"Does it have a tag?" she asked.
"Mmmm…" Morgan looked. "No. It doesn't even have a collar."
"Awww, poor puppy! What do we do?"
"Bring it to the pound in the morning."
"No!" Garcia cried. "Do you know what they do with unwanted dogs at the pound?"
Morgan did know. He hated it, but what else could he do. "Sorry, baby girl. That's how it works sometimes."
"No." Garcia stomped her foot. I won't let you bring her to the pound."
"How do you know it's a girl?" he teased.
"I don't know. You tell me, handsome." He looked. It was a girl.
"Can't you bring it back to your place? Please?" Garcia begged. He couldn't refuse her, but he didn't know if Clooney would approve of this scrappy little puppy.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "You, baby girl, are impossible." He pinched her cheek. "Impossible. Tell you what. I'll bring her home, for now, and in the morning we can post some "Lost Dog" flyers around the neighborhood. Is that a deal?"
"Of course, hot stuff. Sounds perfect. But in the meantime, can we name her?"
"Sure, princess. What should we name her?"
Garcia looked at Morgan. "Emily."