His eyes opened slowly as Esther's engine hissed, shutting off.
After the intimate moment between Garcia and Morgan had passed, she had lowered their clasped hands, turning them so their fingers were intertwined , and led him to his desk. After a wearied, questioning look was cast towards her, Garcia simply said,
"Don't play dumb with me Hot Stuff, grab your jacket. Tonight, mon cher," she declared with a lecherous grin, "you are staying at l'hotel de la Garcia." Rather than protest, which was a foreseeable fail, he smiled softly.
"You are an angel, woman." They strode out of the bullpen, Morgan disengaging his hand from hers to wrap his arm around her shoulders. As the elevator doors opened to submit them, he added in a whisper laden with bravado, "But at what price?"Garcia giggled as his breath tickled her ear.
"Oh darling, you can't buy my hospitality," she said with an edge of seductive conspiracy in her tone. "You have to earn it."
Morgan was startled out of his flashback by a soft hand on his arm. He glanced to his left, Garcia still had a hand on the wheel, compassion a soft glow in her sparkling brown eyes.
"Come on Cupcake, we're here." She murmured, removing her right hand from his slack wrist, unbuckling, and opening her door. When Morgan emerged from her car she was waiting for him on the sidewalk across the small, dimly lit street. He slowly strode towards her, glancing up in surprise as he caught a glimpse of several stars, glimmering faintly amongst the cold, unnatural night life-lights of the city. When he reached Garcia, he still hadn't moved his gaze from the small pinpricks in the washed-out evening sky.
"You never see those anymore." He stated, deep in thought about nothing in particular…the universe, maybe.
"Depends what type of star you're watching for, Baby Boy." He turned his gaze down to her soft smile, and automatically returned it. She was one-in-a-million, his Baby Girl.