A short chapter this one...
Garcia: (on the phone) You've reached Penelope Garcia in the FBI's Office of Supreme Genius.
Morgan: Hey, it's Morgan. Need you to work me some magic here. I got a program called Deadbolt Defense and a girl with only a couple of hours to live, so what do you know?
Garcia: Then you gotta problem. Deadbolt's the number one password crack-resistant software out there. You're gonna have to get inside this guy's head to get the password.
Morgan: I thought I was calling the Office of Supreme Genius.
Garcia: Well, gorgeous, you've been rerouted to the Office of Too Friggin' Bad.
Morgan: Thanks anyway
Later on...
"The Office of Supreme Genius, how may the oracle save your ass today?" she drawled into the phone.
"Supreme Genius, eh? Then how come the oracle couldn't save me earlier?" came Morgan's voice in her ear and she could picture the pout adorning his features.
"Because, Hot Stuff, sometimes even the all knowing can't know everything." She replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh really? Does that not contradict the name, 'All Knowing'?" He teased.
"Well, truly nobody can know everything, but I'm pretty close." She said with a laugh.
"Are you now baby?"
"I am."
"Can you even read minds?" He teased. "Can you, the All Knowing Goddess tell what's going on in people's heads?"
"I can tell what's going on in your gorgeous head." She replied back.
"Oh really? Prove it." He challenged.
"You're thinking of me. Me-" She said almost smugly before he cut her off.
"And just how do you know that?" He questioned with a smirk.
She continued with her sentence: "Me in one of your shirts like last night."
She was right, now that was all he could picture: Penelope Garcia in nothing but one of his white shirt and the previous day's make-up. And he couldn't help but groan at the image.
"I am now!" He said in mock annoyance.
"Ha, don't even try to pretend Morgan, that pause said it all, I was right!" She replied with a laugh.
"What?! No way, if you plant the image you can't say that's you predicting it mamma!"
"I say I can, and you should know by now: what I say goes." She said with a smile.
"Oh really? Are you so sure about that?" He questioned with a smile. "You sure you don't bend to my will and just not realise?"
"Oh, I'm more than sure handsome. I have you wrapped around my little finger." She teased.
"Do you now?" He asked with a laugh. "I don't think so somehow."
"What, are you saying that if I said come over here now you wouldn't come? That you would leave me here all by myself in this big bed? All alone and with nobody to keep me warm." She asked with a pout and he couldn't almost see her eyelashes fluttering as they always did when she began to tease him like this.
"Ten minutes. But I don't think I've ever been so glad to be wrapped around someone's finger. This way I get benefits too." He teased back with a laugh before hanging up and heading straight over to hers.
Some would say he was whipped, some would say he'd gone soft, but he said he was the luckiest guy on the planet. The woman he loved and desired was finally his and she knew just how to get what she wanted.
What d'you think?