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homoose · 3 years

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okay so i saw your recent post about wanting morcia requests and this is more of like a suggestion??? i guess i don’t know but it just came into my head and i think you could write it so well omg idk if its already been done BUT

morcia in that episode where morgan is driving the ambulance and its about to explode right well he’s asking garcia to keep talking to him right?? and she just like blurts out in her rambling that she loves him like for real for real

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 the dialogue of the beginning is taken straight from the episode, which is 4x01 Mayhem.

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Penelope worked quickly with Officer Bartelby to triangulate the signal and shut down the cell towers. Then, she called Derek through her earpiece. “Morgan?”

It felt like an eternity before he replied, “Yeah, baby.”

His breathing was labored, his voice slightly threadier than usual. She kept her tone as even as she could, though her nerves began to build. “You sound stressed.”

“Do I?”

She would have said something snarky, bantered a little, but there was a knot growing in the pit of her stomach. “Where are you?”

He took another heavy breath. “Not where I wanna be right now.” There was a pause. “Garcia, take this down for me: FDNY 108.”

“That’s an ambulance,” she said cautiously, and the nerves became amplified. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, and she didn’t believe him for a second. “Just track it for me.” And then he let out a stressed, frustrated sigh.

Penelope didn’t say anything, just worked with frantic fingers to get the information he asked for.

Thirty seconds later he was back over the comm. “Oh my god,” he muttered, not meant for her to hear. Then, “Garcia, how long can you keep jamming the cell phone lines?”

Nothing good ever followed an inquiry about a time limit. “Uh— a few minutes. Max. Why?”

“‘Cause I’m gonna have to get this ambulance out of here.”

Her heart went cold. “Or you could just evacuate the building like everybody else,” she corrected, a little desperately.

“No,” he answered. “As soon as the airways are clear this thing’s going up.”

The determination in his voice was enough to have her scrambling. “Going— oh, my god, that’s in, like, three minutes because that’s when the satellite moves position.”

He didn’t respond, and she could hear the slamming of the ambulance door, an incessant beeping sound, and Derek fumbling around, muttering out a, “Come on.”

She could feel the tears starting to well up, watched helplessly as the blocked cell towers blinked on her computer screen. This could not be happening. She was not going to lose Derek Morgan like this.

“Garcia, listen to me.” His voice broke her out of her spiral. “I need you to find an area of town I can drive this thing, and you tell everybody— you hear me, everybody— that I’m comin’.”

She nodded even though she knew he couldn’t see her, fingers slamming over the keys to find the closest open area she could. She heard Derek begging the ambulance, “Come on, baby. Do it. Go.”

And she knew it wasn’t her he was talking to, but it gave her the boost, the motivation she needed to figure this out. To save his ass, like she always did.

“All right, talk to me, Garcia.”

His voice was frantic, and she worked to keep hers level, even though she felt like screaming. “Okay, head north... and floor it. I’ll tell you where to turn.”

She heard Derek’s breathing, the squealing of the ambulance tires, and then what sounded like fireworks. “What was that?” she demanded.

“It was nothing, it was noth— just talk to me.”

She murmured quiet directions to him, tried her best to soothe him, keep him calm and focused. Turn left here, use this side street, keep going north. Derek’s frantic breathing dominated her ears more than the blaring of the siren. He didn’t speak at all, just listened and navigated and drove a ticking time bomb through the streets of New York.

“How am I doing, Garcia?”

“How’s he doing?” she asked Bartelby.

“One minute, fifty seconds,” came the response.

Less than two minutes left with this man who had spent the last five years teasing her, supporting her, building her up, cherishing her— just as she was, and she couldn’t keep it together any longer. “Why does it always have to be you? Why do you always have to do this?”

He didn’t respond to her, and now the panic was turning to anger. “Derek, you don’t have much time. Please be smart about this. Signal’s coming back online.”

“30 seconds to full coverage,” Bartelby warned.

“Derek, drive to the opening and then get the hell out,” Penelope demanded.

“There’s something I really want you to know, Garcia,” he murmured.

“20 seconds.”

“Save it,” she begged, because there was no reason to be doing final confessions. He was going to be fine. “Just get out.”

“No, no, no, I’m not quite there yet.”

The tears bled through in her voice as they rolled down her cheek. “Morgan... please.”

Bartelby’s countdown rang in her ears, and then Derek tried again. “Just listen to me.”

“No, you listen to me, Derek Morgan,” she shot back. “Because you’re not gonna die in that stupid ambulance, but since you’re acting like you will, I’m gonna yell my love at you, and you’re gonna listen.”

She stared at the countdown of the cell towers. “You’re strong and kind and patient and supportive. You’re chivalrous without being chauvinistic, and you’re protective without being patronizing. You’re a hero and the best man that I know. You’re— you are my absolute favorite person.”

She was crying now, tears running hot down her cheeks and burning tracks that she was sure she’d still feel long after the saline dried up. But he needed to know, and she was angry with him for putting himself in this position, and she was angry with herself for being such a coward for so long.

“You can’t die, because I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without you, Derek. I— I love you. I know we’ve said it before, and I meant it then, in that way. But I’m— I’m in love with you. I don’t know when it happened, but it’s— it feels as natural as breathing. Like a fish loves water, like dry ground loves rain, all those pretty, flowery similes they write on planners and coffee mugs.”

Bartelby informed her they had ten seconds, and she rushed out the rest, all the things she’d been holding inside because she wanted to keep Derek in any way she could have him. “But I also love you when it’s hard, when we’re not in very good moods, when we’re struggling with demons that we thought we’d conquered. And I— I’ve never loved anybody like that.” She let out a shaky breath, shook her head and felt a sob building in her chest. “I need you to get the hell out of that stupid ambulance, because I can’t do this without you.”

“We just lost tracking,” Bartelby murmured.

The breath caught in Penelope’s throat, and she closed her eyes. “Morgan?”

The explosion rattled through the earpiece, Bartelby dropped her elbows to the desk in defeat, and Penelope couldn’t breathe. “Derek?”

For a long moment, there was nothing, and she was sure that she’d lost him. The man she should have been able to fix up houses with and play scrabble with and bake vegan treats with and raise children with and grow old with— was gone. And then...

“You know what you are Garcia?”

Penelope’s heart jump started and relief rolled through her like a tsunami, and then she rolled her eyes with absolute and pure (loving) disgust.

“I’ll tell you what you are to me,” Derek panted. “You’re my god-given solace.”

Penelope closed her eyes, brought a shaky hand up to wipe the tears from her cheeks. From the corner of her eye, she saw Bartelby lean back with a small smile.

Derek continued, “Woman, you promise me one thing— whatever happens, don’t you ever stop talking to me.”

Penelope huffed. “I can’t right now because I’m mad at you.”

“I can wait.” He sighed into her ear piece, and it was the most beautiful symphony she’d ever heard. “And Penelope?”

She sniffed in response, and he laughed a little at her pettiness. “Ditto, baby girl.”

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truegenius · 3 years

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Why Are You Scared of Loving?

morcia blurb for @temily <3

Summary: Three times Derek says “I love you” and the time Penelope finally says it back.

Pairing: Morcia

Rating: G

tw: none

The first time he said it out loud, it wasn't even to her. Prentiss and JJ had been teasing him in the bullpen on one of their days off.

"Oooooohhhh look at his face," Emily had said to JJ while eying Derek, "He can't stop smiling!"

"Careful Morgan, your face might freeze like that." JJ teased from her spot next to Emily.

"I'm pretty sure it already has!" Emily laughed as she brought her hand up to protect herself from the file that Derek had thrown her way.

"Hey, I can't help it if I love her." Derek had shrugged, still smiling from ear to ear.

"You what?" Derek froze hearing Penelope's voice from behind him. All three agents froze, their smiles slowly dropping.

"Babygirl! I–" Derek started, but she was gone by the time he turned around.

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The second time it happens, they were on a case. It wasn't even on purpose. It was a slip of the tongue, a habit, like he'd been saying it all his life. The team was gathered around a small table in the local precinct, listening as Garcia debriefed them on what she found on their latest unsub.

"Thanks Garcia," Hotch said as he went to update the local police.

"Stay safe crimefighters! I'll hit you back when I have more details." Garcia said while the others started gathering files and head back into the field.

"Alright, thanks babygirl. I love you." Derek said and everyone froze. It wasn't his usual flirty "love ya mamma" sign off. He hadn't said anything since the day in the bullpen. Every time Derek tried to bring it up, Penelope would always change the topic or find a way out of the conversation altogether.

There was a pregnant pause before Prentiss finally spoke up, "Garcia, are you still there?"

"Yep! Bye!" Penelope said shortly. They heard a click and the line went dead.

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The third time was after dinner, Derek had made his famous sweet potato pie and Penelope had insisted on cleaning up.

"Baby, you don't have to do that," Derek smiled, coming up behind where she was standing at the sink, "I'll do it in the morning."

"I know, but you made such a wonderful meal and the least I can do is clean it up a bit." She frowned slightly as reached from behind her and took the towel and plate and set them on the counter.

He spun her around so he could look into her eyes, "It's ok, really. Having you here is all I need. I love you."

He could feel her stiffen in his arms. This time it wasn't some offhanded comment to a couple of friends or some passing remark at the end of a phone call. This time, Derek's voice was filled with unspoken promises and a future with a white picket fence and kisses goodnight and growing old together in rocking chairs on a porch overlooking the ocean. This time he meant every syllable of those three small words and Penelope was terrified. Terrified because she could feel all the emotion in his eyes; terrified because she could sense him gazing into her soul and tearing all her walls down; and most of all terrified because she wanted to let him.

Derek could see her mind going into overdrive. He could see the worry in her eyes and he could feel her pulling away even if there was less than an inch between them.

"Babygirl, talk to me" Derek said, moving an out of place strand of hair out of her eyes, "Why are you scared of loving?"

She could feel her heartbeat slowing just from listening to his voice, calm and soothing, "I just–"

He could feel her start to shake in his arms so he poured her a glass of water and slowly moved them to the couch.

"Please don't push me away." Derek said lowly, turning his body to face her.

"It's just that in the past, everyone I've ever loved ends up leaving... My parents– Kevin– God, even Shane. And I can't let that happen to you, Derek. I won't. Because I don't know what I would do without– do without you, " She hiccuped, "And I–"

Tears were running freely down her face and the sight broke Derek's heart. He took both her hands into one of his and wiped her cheek with the other, "Penelope, look at me please."

His hand went to her chin to gently lift her head until her eyes met his gaze, "I'm right here baby. I'm not going anywhere. Do you feel this?"

He brought one of her hands up to his chest, over his heart. She could feel his heartbeat, strong, and steady, and unwavering beneath the soft fabric of his shirt.

"This is me not going anywhere. This is me promising to be right here by your side for the rest of your life. This is me not running from what makes me happy anymore. This is me loving you with every beat of my heart." Derek said, looking at her as her eyes were locked onto where her hand was still placed on his chest. Her breathing was quiet and stable now but her watery eyes still shined brightly in the dim light.

After a long moment she finally raised her eyes to meet his with a small smile, "I love you, Derek Morgan."

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meganskane · 3 years

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the ways i love you (masterlist)

hello my beautiful besties <3 i’ve been seeing multiple different prompt lists such as, 101 ways to say i love you. so i figured i could use a few and make a little morcia blurb series! i hope you guys like it! <3

summary —twenty of the different ways derek and penelope say i love you.

“in all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. /in all the world, there is no love for you like mine.” – maya angelou

playlist — send me your suggestion ideas

word count (in total): 2.5k

“I bought this for you. It’s in your favorite color…” -> (0.6k)

“There’s that beautiful smile I love so much…” -> (0.6k)

“I know you don’t feel great, so let’s stay home today, okay?” -> (0.7k)

“Go back to sleep, (term of endearment).“-> (0.5k)

“We make the best team”

“I’d like to take you on vacation one day, just the two of us.”

“This is my favorite picture of us”

“It’s an honor just to know you like this.”

“Did it hurt?”

“I’m yours”

“Let’s get you home”

“I can see us growing old together”

“I love you”

“I missed your face”

“Just, make sure you come back to me”

“Marry me”

“Have you been drinking enough water?”

“Come here, let me fix it”

“I pinky promise”

“ I do”

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sapphiics · 3 years

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aspectabund

summary: An insight to Derek’s thoughts during 3x09

word count: 1.2k

content warning: mentions of bullets and the Battle arc. also embarrassingly heavy with the pining. Perhaps angst but not pain as much as contemplation.

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Derek wondered where Penelope got it from

Her faith, her devotion to the good in the world. Her ability to believe when all seems lost.

He thinks about her, laying on that cold table in an O.R. How dark her last moments would’ve been, the last face her eyes would ever glance upon being the vile man who decided to steal her life. Doctors probing into her chest, as she slowly bleeds out to death in the cold room. His own mind miles away, his body in a church of all places - the irony isn’t lost on him- as she’s clinging to this world. It springs into his head randomly, his own self punishing him by demanding that he remember how close he came to losing the most important person in his world.

A small part of him wants to think he saved her. This minuscule sliver of his soul wants to believe that his praying kept her alive, kept that bullet from piercing through the biggest heart he’s ever encountered in his life.

Only that would be impossible for a plethora of reasons, many of which Derek doesn’t care to rehash.

The most important being that he didn’t know. When he was sitting in that church, revisiting the painful and broken relationship he once had with a God that he’s long since denounced, he didn’t know. Didn’t know that when she needed him most, was at her most vulnerable, Derek wasn’t there.

The knowledge that he probably pushed her into the arms of that man only sweetens the entire package. That his juvenile jealousy was misconstrued as thinking she was somehow unworthy of a man Derek had never even laid eyes on.

It wasn’t farther from the truth, considering Penelope was better than any person he had ever encountered. She managed to crawl under his skin and settle into his bones, becoming an integral part of his being. He just has this intense want to be with her and enjoy the sacred moments when he can just be. When he’s not on edge, on the defensive, calculating every single word that comes out of his mouth as to not let anybody in too close. When the rigid barrier he’s erected around himself doesn’t need to be in place.

He’s only ever felt that with Penelope.

A piece of him is scared— no, terrified— he’ll never feel that way again if she ever leaves. If there were ever a day she wasn’t here anymore.

That’s when the over protectiveness kicks in. It’s like a feeling, an instinct to shield her from anything that could ever hurt her. If he were a better guy, he might feel embarrassed about it.

But he wasn’t, and he isn’t. It’s plain as day on Hotch’s face, surprised by Derek’s pushback, that he isn’t being as careful with his feelings as he’d hoped. The sudden agitation from his best agent wasn’t one Aaron was expecting.

Guilt festers in Derek’s stomach, and he thinks about going to apologize to the unit chief when suddenly she’s ripping out her IV, the devastation clear in her eyes. The sadness in her face curling around his heart and squeezing it.

Without even realizing it, his hands are pushing through her soft blonde hair, leaning her shoulders back and focusing her eyes on him.

He means every word. It was going to be one hell of a fight to get him to do anything but catch the asshole who did this, IA be damned. Who was he if he wasn’t protecting her?

Finally getting her to sit back in her bed, he slumps into the seat next to her. A sharp downstroke of his hands over his face, and he looks up.

And she’s on her side, her eyes still shining with tears, staring right into him.

“Thank you,” her hand reaches for his. Smoothing over the course hair of his knuckles with her thumb.

He shakes his head lightly, ”Go to sleep Baby, it’s your last night here.”

Her hands are interlaced with his when she dozes off.

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He’s out of his element. And tired. And stressed as all heck because it’s been days and they still haven’t caught this guy.

And mostly because he’s standing in her apartment, her perfect little space that reflects everything she is, and he hadn’t believed he could be more in love with her until he was here.

Even after being shot by someone, someone who was still on the loose, she was thinking about his comfort. As if being with her was a chore he was tiring of doing. Like he had more important things to attend to.

The idea of anybody but her being his first priority was so foreign to him.

There wasn‘t anybody he thought about more, anybody who managed to make him feel so incredibly enamored that it stole his breath. Such a unique feeling that only Penelope Garcia could evoke from Derek.

Cause he loves her. Because he’s in love with her. So painfully in love with her. And everything about Penelope had entranced him from the moment they met and Derek knew it was only a matter of time before he couldn’t store away his feelings for her any longer.

He just thought he had more time. More time to get ready, to be a man deserving of such a perfect woman. More time to know, to be absolutely sure that he’s what she wants before he drops a bomb on their relationship.

He can’t risk losing her. It doesn’t matter in what way she wants him, Derek couldn’t return to a life where she’s not in it. He almost had to unwillingly, and it terrified him. Him and her was something he wasn’t ever going to mess with.

But then she’s turning away and heading to bed and he’s telling her ‘I love you’ before he can even stop himself.

And Penelope, perfect Penelope who always manages to exceed every expectation he could have about her, looks at him. Her lips press together tightly before pushing out into a soft smile. He could see her eyes glisten behind her frames, and when she doesn’t say anything back for a beat he worries that he’s ruined them.

“I love you too.” And it’s the only sound in the room as they look at each other, the bashful look on her face mirrored in his own. It hangs in the air, those three words he hasn’t said to anybody outside of his family, the words that have been resting on the tip of his tongue for months now, were reciprocated in a way better than Derek could’ve ever dreamed of.

He can’t even move, utterly transfixed on the love of his life before him. It isn’t until she shuffled slightly on her feet, her fingers shoving against each other when he comes to.

She’s hurt, scared, and vulnerable. Just this week they were fighting, and the last guy to show interest in her ended up putting a bullet less than an inch away from her heart. Now is not the time for him to spring his wants to be with her, to be her boyfriend and eventually her husband, onto her when she’s still recovering.

So he backs off, smiling at her and quietly commanding she go to bed.

Penelope’s turning around, a small wave and a serene look in her blushed face.

Derek’s climbing into the blankets on her couch, dreaming of a future where they’re together.

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alexandrablake · 3 years

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myrtle ave.

summary: “i love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you” ~ ben fold. or five times derek morgan said i love you, and the one time he actually said “i love you”

pairing: morcia word count: 5,427 warnings: slight mention of food. other than that, this is pure fluff. a/n: couple things. 1- this is dedicated to @morcias not only because she actually helped me with this, but because she was my inspiration for this. 2- never written a 5/1, how do we feel? 3- title comes from the mxmtoon song by the same name because it reminds me of them click here to be added to my taglist!

“the most indispensable ingredient of all good home cooking: love for those you are cooking for.” - sophia loren

She was late, oh so late, and to what she wasn’t sure. There was nowhere to go except home, and no one waiting for her except for day old leftovers and a hot shower.

Hot shower would feel amazing. Maybe that’s what she was late for.

Frigid air filled her lungs as she stepped out of her car, and she immediately hugged her coat even closer to her as some form of protection. Huddling as best as she could from the wind, she made her way to her front door. She fumbled with the house keys because damn were her fingers cold, but the feeling that enveloped her as she finally walked in the room made it worth it.

It was warm in her house, as it always was, and she was rushed by the feeling of familiarity as she always did when she came home. It was always nice to have a place to come home to, a place where she could be herself, a place to be free from the burdens of the world she sees everyday.

In the comfort of her own home, fatigue of her long hours began to set in. She yawned as she made her way down the hallways towards the kitchen and had to rub her eyes several times to confirm that the mirage in front of her was not so.

A plate was lying at her normal seat at the table, complete with silverware. It was haphazardly covered by a pot lid, and she could make out her shocked reflection in it. Steam was collecting against it - the cooking was done recently.

She spun around to find the cook, but her search turned up no one. Setting her bags down on the couch as she passed, Penelope let out a content sigh when she caught a figure she knew all too well lying in her bed.

Derek Morgan was to blame.

Picturesque white clouds billowed out from the lid as she lifted it. There was shuffling from her bedroom, and she looked up to find herself raptured in the gaze of brown eyes.

“It’s masala.”

Her favorite.

“I-I didn’t know you were coming over tonight,” she stammered as she made her way over to him, hands coming to rest on his upper arm.

He leaned into her palm, blinking away sleep. “I wasn’t. Emily called, said you were working late, and I figured you needed something to eat.”

Her heart sang, and she had to resist the urge to kiss him. There was a time and place to speak the unspoken words between them, but then was not the time.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, babygirl.”

“gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective, and valuable than words.” - francois rabelais

For what it was worth, she really did try to have a good day. She smiled at her coworkers as they passed, and there was no horrible case file to cross her desk, and her outfit was incredible, and her wonderful little angel of a godson was brought in, and and and and

Yet, she still felt so bad.

Everyone had bad days, it didn’t matter who you were or what you did- and everyone included Penelope Garcia. So, she sat through it, frowning at the bright screens in front of her, thinking that she would rather be anywhere but there.

Derek was working from home, so her safe place was away from her. Of course, she could call him, but he was probably working, and she didn’t really want to bother him just to complain about everything and nothing at the same time.

So she waited and waited, tossing a stress ball from hand to hand, and counted down the moments until she could go home. Penelope prided herself on many things, but her patience when it came to getting off of work did not even make the longlist.

For once, however, the universe took pity on her, by way of one Aaron Hotchner. A stark contrast to her, Hotch had a good day and was sporting a rare smile when he knocked on her door.

“Come in.” Penelope didn’t even try to keep her bad mood from surfacing.

Hotch leaned back onto her desk as he said, “Garcia, why don’t you go home? Almost everyone else has, so there’s no use in keeping you here.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, but she fought to keep her voice from expressing her overwhelming relief. “Thank you, sir, I appreciate it, but are you sure?”

“Garcia.” He shot her a stern look, but there was no menace behind it. “Take it and leave.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice - well, technically he did, but that's besides the point. Hastily grabbing her things, she bid him a quick goodbye and made her way to the elevator.

On the car drive home, the bad mood came back, the high of getting off work early quickly wearing off. She had to get gas on her way home, and when she made her way back into her car, she put on her sad playlist. It made her day even worse when she realized that, in her huge library of playlists for every mood, she didn’t have one for whatever she was feeling right then.

Her parking job was bad, but at that moment, she couldn’t care less. Hot tears rushed to her eyes, and she was fighting a losing battle to keep them at bay.

“Do not cry. Do not cry. Do not cry,” she chanted as she made her way up the steps. The mantra did not work, and soon she was sitting on the top stair with mascara running down her cheeks.

It only made it worse that she didn’t have a reason for being so upset.

Cars flew by on the road in front of her, and she stared at them as they passed. Her eyes bounced from them to the little garden that was growing in the courtyard, searching, scanning, for something to ground her.

Setting with gazing at the clouds, she leaned back onto the stairs. Her back began to ache immediately at the awkward positioning, but, in that moment, she couldn’t have cared less.

She realized - as she stared at a cloud that looked strikingly like a duckling - that she was allowed to be upset. She couldn’t beat herself up about being in a bad mood, because that would only make it worse.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t still upset. That doesn’t mean she still didn’t know what was the matter. It just meant that she was allowing herself to be upset.

So she pushed herself off of the concrete steps, tearing her eyes from the fluffy clouds in the sky. Hardening her resolve, she moved towards her door, digging deep into her pockets for her key as she made a half-assed attempt at scrubbing the mascara off her cheek.

The key clicked as she turned it, but Garcia couldn’t make herself open the door, not yet. Inside, there was a very beautiful, loving, joyous man who could probably make her feel better with just one flash of his blinding smile. But, he’d want to talk about what was troubling her so he could fix it.

That’s who he was. Derek Morgan was a fixer. But Penelope didn’t want to be fixed, because she didn’t even know what was wrong.

With a huff and a few words of affirmation to herself, she was able to push the door open.

The sound of dishes clanging and jovial whistling floated down the hall as she shut the door behind her, slipping out of her shoes. She didn’t announce her presence because she didn’t completely trust her voice, but the noises ceased as she made her way to the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe.

The man she loved with her whole heart was elbow deep in her sink, and she mustered a smile at the sight of him covered in suds. The whistling cut off when his eyes slid over towards her, and the smile that he saved just for her dropped from his face.

He took in her frazzled state, eyes slowly moving up her body before catching on her eyes. She barely even noticed him drying his hands and moving away from the sink before she found herself swept into a hug.

Pulling away slightly to look at her with crinkled eyebrows, he placed his hands on either side of her face. Penelope didn’t need to be a mind reader to see the thoughts racing through his head.

“Are you-” he cut himself off, eyes understanding, wordlessly letting his hands drop to clutch hers.

She was grateful for the lifeline and the fact that he somehow knew that she didn’t want to talk. There was no other person in the world that knew her as well as Derek Morgan did, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

She let herself get enveloped by his smell as she leaned her forehead onto his shoulder. Soft kisses were pressed onto her hair, and for the first time that day, a feeling of peace flitted over her.

She was home and she was safe.

He stepped back slightly, keeping a tight grip on her fingers. His eyebrows remained pressed together, but there was a small smile on his face.

He pressed a small kiss on her nose, but his eyes told her everything she needed to know. I’ve got you.

She offered him the slightest of smiles back. I know.

Walking backwards and bringing her with him, Derek moved towards the couch. She half-cocked an eyebrow, but she was too emotionally exhausted to do any protesting.

Her attention was brought to his hands- his oh so beautiful hands. Years of working had hardened and calloused them, but there was a softness in them just for her. She’d spent hours fiddling with his fingers, pressing small kisses to each scar.

He guided her so she was sitting on the couch, staring up at him in wonder, but he turned away quickly. She watched as he grabbed the blanket that had been lying over a chair and tucked it under his arm.

The couch cushion dipped beside her and the blanket was thrown over them. The television was turned on and she watched the screen with half lidded eyes as he flipped through movies, finally settling on something that made her smile.

What Happens in Vegas. It was her favorite movie, but he despised it. He didn’t utter any words but she knew why he put it on.

She buried her head in his chest, and his arm fell over her shoulder. It felt natural, because it was. Slowly, gently, and lovingly, his hands drew words on her back, writing novels that one day she’d love to read.

A single tear slipped out of her eye, but it wasn’t one of sadness. No, she was happy. She’d go through a million more days like hers, just to have another moment like this. As the screen flickered with the movie, she allowed herself to fall asleep, lulled by the presence of her love.

“one person caring about another represents life’s greatest value.” - jim rohn

Penelope had known it would be bad the instant she got the update from JJ. She’d spent years working with him, years loving him, years getting to know him; it was to be expected that she would learn when something would be particularly rough for him.

The texts he sent her were only confirmation of her theory.

Hey, when do you think you’ll get back home? I’ll pick up dinner for us <3

I don’t know

Yeah, that’s okay too! I’ll order something when you get here!

She didn’t take his lack of enthusiasm to heart, because she knew the next morning he’d fill her ears with apologies about how he was taking his frustrations out on her and that she didn’t deserve him. She’d heard it a thousand times over, and her response of shutting him up by kissing him senseless hadn’t deviated once.

The door opened and closed, dragging her away from her thoughts. Derek shuffled into the room, lugging a bag over his shoulder, and shot her a weak smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

He looked worse for wear. The frown lines in his forehead were more pronounced than normal, and the bags under his eyes told stories of sleepless nights. His hands shook ever so slightly as he placed his bags down.

Her arms engulfed him in an instant.

Words were murmured into his neck as she hung onto his frame as if her life depended on it, but his arms hovered over her back. He almost seemed afraid to touch her.

“My love,” she said, pulling back to look him in his eyes, “let me help you. I’ll-I’ll heat up some food, and you can talk to me, and then you can soak in the tub until your gorgeous smooth skin is all pruned, and-”

“Penelope.” Her name practically fell out of his mouth as he leaned down to place his forehead on hers.

She stared at him, and she knew the concern she had for him was shining in her eyes. “Hi.”

His muscles tensed under her hands as she slid them down from his face to his shoulders, but they soon relaxed as she began to pepper small kisses over them. She stopped when she came to the crook of his neck, choosing to bury her nose into it.

“Let me take care of you, honey,” she said, her words only slightly muffled by his skin. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

There was a heavy sigh, and her face was gently guided to look at his. His eyes glistened with tears but she knew he wouldn’t let them fall.

“Hey. Please,” she pleaded.

“Can I just-” his voice was rough and he had to take a moment to compose it. “Can I just be there for you right now?”

Derek Morgan, always the selfless one. Because even at his lowest points, he would always, always be looking for a way to make someone feel better. That’s what made him the man he was.

She gave him a wistful smile and her eyes mirrored his own. As much as she wanted to, as much as she wanted to take care of him, she knew she couldn’t say no to him - not when it came to him needing something as much as he needed a distraction.

“Okay.”

Stepping back with one final kiss to his collarbone, she gave him another smile and offered her hands out.

“I am yours to pamper.”

And then there was joy in his eyes.

“we are making photographs to understand what our lives mean to us” - ralph hattersley

“Derek, sugar, can you fill out these forms? Hotch needs them for-” she interrupted herself when she lifted her eyes away from the file to find that she was speaking to an empty office.

She’d always liked the office - and it wasn’t just because of her involvement in its conception. Something about it just reeked of Derek Morgan, which is a scent she would gladly bathe in for the rest of her life.

Maybe it was the pieces of him she could find in all the nooks and crannies of the room. The signed football with player names encased in glass. The frame containing the piece of flooring from the first house he flipped. His law degree.

But her favorite thing about his office - barring him - was his photo wall. Taking a little something from her, he’d spent quite some time decorating his office with things he loved, things to distract him from the horrors of the world.

They’d spent several nights together going through old belongings and keepsakes of his, her head leaning onto his shoulder as he told her fond stories of each one. Occasionally, she’d find a baby picture of him, and he’d try to snatch it away, but she’d hold it just out of his reach, giggling maniacally.

She’d be hard-pressed to find a happier memory.

Placing the files on his desk and scribbling a note onto them, she turned towards the photo collage, taking in the people that Derek loved.

Her eyes were first caught on the beaming smile he wore in a photo with his mother. Both his arms were thrown around her, and she was clutching his forearms. They were slightly blurry, almost as if he was rocking her, and the photographer caught them in the exact moment, forever capturing their joy.

Then her sight slid to the grainy photo next to it.

There was just as much love in this one, but the Morgan she saw was much younger. Much much younger. He was clutching a football that almost as big as he was and gazing adoringly at his father, who returned the look. Her heart panged slightly, but at the same time, it fluttered at the thought that Derek was able to look at this everyday.

The next shot looked strikingly familiar. It wasn’t a photo she recognized, but it was one of her. She almost seemed as if she was glowing with happiness.

So, she took a step back and surveyed the entire collage. Derek had obviously been adding to it without her noticing. There were many pictures she didn’t recognize, some of others, but most of her.

There were selfies, and pictures that it was very clear that JJ had taken, and pictures that he must have taken. But a rush of emotions overwhelmed her as she stared at the wall of people he considered important enough to distract him from their job.

And she just was struck by how many times she was up there.

“for me, small gestures mean a lot precisely because they are small. they do not shout, "look at me" - they simply offer love, quietly”

She had taken much longer getting home than she normally would. Derek was stuck at home, sick with the flu, and the traffic was awful. Her temples had begun a slow and persistent ache as she sat staring at the trunk of a Subaru, willing herself to be home.

Of course, it hadn’t worked, but it had caused her headache to worsen.

The stop at Starbucks to grab something hot to soothe both of their aches and pains was in-and-out. Even with the boost of caffeine adding the slightest of spring to her step, it seemed far too late that she was ascending the steps to her home- their home.

It had been five months, and she still wasn’t used to the fact that she was still in a stable relationship with the man of her dreams, sharing a cozy apartment that they'd both fixed up. Granted, he’d done a lot more of the heavy lifting than she had, but it was at his insistence.

It was her favorite place in the world. A perfect mixture of the two of them, she had never felt more at home - his arms wrapped around her in the house they created.

Because it was the weekend and she had spent her free time of the week before tending to a sick man, said home was not as sparkling clean as she would have liked. As she swung the door open with her hip, clutching the two coffees in her hands, she braced herself for the mess.

There was no mess.

There was no laundry lying in the middle of the hallway that she had left when Hotch called her in for an emergency meeting. There were no dirty dishes in the sink, just sparkling ones next to it. There were no pairs of shoes strewn across the floor, no coats thrown haphazardly over various furnitures. If she looked hard enough, she would almost say the floor was shining, as if it had been freshly polished.

It was clean.

Wondering if the opposite of a tornado had swept through her home, she slipped her shoes off, taking extra time to line them up with the newly organized ones. It was silent in the home, the only noise in her ears the occasional rush of a car on the road.

She opened her mouth to call out her arrival, but the words stopped short as she took in the sight of her couch.

Derek was stretched across the sofa, eyes covered by the crook of his elbow. One foot was propped up on the arm of it, the other was hanging off the edge. She smiled at the sight, he was much too tall to lay on the couch.

The vacuum was right next to him, as was a still open bottle of NyQuil. He must have been tired, as it looked like he had practically collapsed in the middle of cleaning.

She almost considered not waking him, to let him rest unbothered. But then she took in his position one more time and the uncomfortable way his head was leaning against the sofa arm, and decided to move him.

Moving his arm away, she laid a gentle hand against his cheek and almost retracted at the heat that rolled off of it. His fever had gotten worse, she realized with a frown.

“Derek,” she whispered, stroking his cheek slightly to wake him. He showed no signs of returning to consciousness, so she repeated herself a little louder.

His eyes cracked open a sliver, enough for her to see how bloodshot they were. He waggled his eyebrows slightly as a form of greeting.

“Feeling any better?” she asked, even though she was pretty sure she knew what the answer would be.

His eyes shut again, but he breathed a response, just barely loud enough for her to hear, “No. M’ head hurs’ like a bitch.”

She gave him a light smile as a response, moving her fingers so they cradled the back of his head. “Come on,” she urged. “Go lay down on the bed.”

There was a very slow shuffle before his figure was sitting up on the couch. She pulled his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, not entirely trusting his body to be at full strength. She half-led, half-carried him to the bedroom, his head leaning onto hers.

“Get comfortable,” she told him after he made it into the bed. “I’m going to get you some water. Go back to sleep.”

His response was making a small noise that she just barely heard as she padded out of the room. She filled a water bottle with ice and water, deciding against grabbing him any food, because he hadn’t been able to keep any down yet.

After a little deliberation, she pulled a light blanket from the closet to throw over him as she passed, hoping he would fall asleep before it got to be too heavy. He had buried his head into the pillows, laying on his side with one hand under his head.

She stood in the doorway for a moment, watching his chest slowly rise and fall. He must have really tired himself out if he fell asleep in the short time she was gone. Careful to keep her steps light, she made her way to his side.

“You’re too good to me.”

Penelope laughed and placed his water bottle on the nightstand. So he wasn’t asleep. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. Tha’s why I cleaned up, ‘cause you were too busy takin’ care of me.”

His eyes were barely open, and he only spoke through exhales. She wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up the next morning with no memory of the interaction.

“Well,” she planted a kiss on his still burning forehead, “you didn’t have to. It’s my week for clean-up duty.”

“Had’ta...pay back.” were the words he pushed out before he fell back into the sandman’s embrace.

“when i tell you i love you, i am not telling you out of habit, i am reminding you that you are my life.”

There was a small post-it note on her computer screen, near identical to the dozen she had in her dress pocket. The handwriting was large and familiar and etched with love that she matched threefold.

I hope the drive in was okay and that you don’t kill me for putting this on your screen.

It started that morning, when she had woken up to an empty bed. She had lazily thrown her arm out, expecting to connect with a warm and solid body. Instead, she had received the crinkle of paper, and a note that read Good morning, sleeping beauty. Her eyebrows had raised amusedly, and she had expected to find him in the kitchen, smirking as he leaned against the counter.

There had just been another note.

Messages were everywhere. There was one on her coffee cup and one on her steering wheel. There was one on her keys and one on her coat. There was one on her badge. There was even one on Hotch’s desk.

Each one displayed his handwriting, a small joke or a note to not miss her exit. Each one had a small heart in the corner.

She walked with a spring in her step, scanning the halls for the man behind all the words, but he was nowhere to be found. She asked the team, but they were all coy about his location - “around” and “I’m sure you’ll find him” - and they all seemed very happy.

There were bright sunflowers on her desk that she did not recognize, two post-it notes stuck to one of them.

Mom told me about how you sent her flowers and cookies when she got sick last year. She talked about how if I didn’t marry you soon, she’d disown me. She talked about how you called her every week with updates on me

If I had a ring on me, I would have proposed to you right then

She mouthed the words silently. The heart on the notes were a little larger than the other ones. She couldn’t help but wish that he had acted on those thoughts. She couldn’t help but wish that he would propose to her now.

JJ rapped on her door, and she tore her thoughts from the flowers and the message he had scrawled. The blonde wordlessly handed her a file, shooting her an excited smile that didn’t quite seem to match the mood that normally came with the files.

Everyone seemed to know something Penelope didn’t.

Flipping the manila folder open, she was shocked to not find official business, but a collage of herself and Derek. They were smiling in every one, shooting loving looks at each other. A note accompanied

Pick me up my usual?

Shortly after they’d begun dating, their visits to a local pizza parlor had begun to increase. He loved it because they “did pizza correctly.” And she loved it because of the sparkle in his eye that came to when they entered the building.

It was the only place - that wasn’t the coffee place in their building - that he had a regular order. So, with a rapidly beating heart and a bright smile, Penelope made her way to it.

She was proud to say that her hands only shook a little bit as she put the car in park in front of the pizza place. It looked unassuming, but that didn’t calm her nerves in the slightest.

Even though her thoughts desperately drifted towards it, she couldn’t yet let herself believe that this would lead to a beautiful man on one knee. But there was something in her that told her that this was going to be her last stop for the day.

The bell clanged as she pushed the door open and eyes shot toward her, but none were the ones she wanted to see at that moment.

“Penelope,” the manager called from behind the counter, covered in flour and sporting a knowing smile. She dug into her pockets and handed over a flour smudged note.

Out back.

Behind the building was a small community garden. The two of them had spent hours of their life on the bench, planting flowers, working in it. They even had a small plaque dedicated to them because of all the hard work they had spent on it.

It was a home away from home, and although Garcia had damn near memorized every inch of it, there was one thing different about it this time.

In the middle of the garden, surrounded by sunflowers, was the kneeling form of Derek.

She froze in her place. Every muscle screamed to run to him, but she could not move. He offered her a smile, and behind his eyes, she could see his mind running at a million miles a minute.

Forcing her legs to move towards him, small teardrops began to slip from her eyes, no matter how much she willed them to stay at bay.

This was happening.

She stopped a few feet away from him, and they stared at each other. Neither said a word, and they were almost at a standstill until she saw him take a deep breath and began to move for his pocket.

This was really happening.

Through her tears, she could see Derek fishing in his pocket and pulling out a small object. She leaned her head back to quell her tears and looked back down to realize he was holding a ring box with a sticky note that had her name scrawled on it.

Realizations slammed into her like a freight train, and the tears came rushing back. Joy rose in her throat, and it was all she could do to remain standing at the blinding smile he gave her.

She took the note that said her name and placed it over her heart. It very quickly fell off but she didn’t notice - she was far too enamored with the kneeling man in front of her.

“I spent a lot of time trying to figure out a way to do this, figure out exactly how to express everything I feel for you. But then I realized. I don’t have to because you know - because you do too.”

She nodded, tears flying out of her eyes as she did so. Taking several steps so she was closer to him, she gazed down at him as he continued with his speech.

“I mean, how do you explain something that has never existed before? How do you explain something that never will again? Because that’s our love, Penelope. Its…” he paused, searching for the right words, so she offered something for him, her voice wobbly with unshed tears.

“Ours.”

His eyes swam with love, gratefulness, and emotion at her statement. “It’s ours,” he confirmed. “I’ve loved you since the day I saw you. It took us forever to get to this point, dancing around each other in choreography only we learned, only we perfected. But it was all worth it, babygirl.

“There is no one else in this world that I would rather wake up next to. There is no else in this world that I would share my darkest secrets with. There is no one else who I would rather be with me in every step of the way in my life

“I think I’ve always known I would end up here, down on one knee, proposing to the love of my life - of all my lives, if there were more. I just didn’t know it would be to you. You caught me by storm, you swept me into your life, you entangled me in your web.

“And, now I’m going to ask you to spend the rest of your life with me, so I can keep telling you these truths for every day of it.”

He opened the box, still kneeling, to reveal yet another post-it note.

Will you marry me?

The closest she’d been to describing her feelings in the moment was that her heart exploded in happiness. Penelope nodded quickly, and before Derek was able to hold her hand to slide the ring onto her finger, she had him wrapped in the tightest of embraces - one that he returned with just as much fervor.

Even though he had managed to say it everyday since they’d met, there was only one thing he needed to say at that moment.

“I love you.”

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hxneyandespressx · 3 years

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i wonder if he knows he's all i think about at night

summary: spencer pinning after derek, even though derek is in love with penelope

pairing: spencer reid x derek morgan (moreid)

word count: 917

a/n: all credits to Teardrops On My Guitar belong to Taylor Swift

☆。*。☆。

A particular set of dark brown eyes looked at him from across the bullpen. Bright and full of joy and mischievousness. Matched with a contagious smile. One of the many reasons why Spencer loved his best friend. The well-built man walked over to Spencer with two coffee mugs in hand. Derek handed the scrawny man his favorite Star Trek mug. Coffee with lots of milk and sugar. Just how he liked it. Spencer thanked him, with a small smile tugging on his face.

“No problem, pretty boy.” Derek said. Spencer’s heart stopped for a second and a light flushed appeared on his cheeks when Derek called him that. Pretty boy. The curly-haired man never got called nicknames until he met Derek Morgan. Every time he got called a nickname by Derek, Spencer fumbled over his words and became shyer around the one he yearned for. He tried. The young man tried to become more confident and lessen his mumbling of words. But how could he? When that’s how he naturally acted around the man he loved.

Drew looks at me

I fake a smile so he won't see

That I want and I'm needing

Everything that we should be

Spencer wondered why. Why did he feel this way for his best friend? I’m mad at you. For making fall for you. I’m mad at myself. Why did I let myself fall for you? These thoughts intruded the young man. So much so, he laid in his bed, wide awake at 3 AM. Every waking moment, his heart aches for Derek to be in his arms. To be his.

Whenever Spencer started to infodump on a topic, Derek would stay and listen. And that made the young man seen and heard, and made him fall even more with his best friend. From his infectious smile to his wise-crack jokes, Spencer felt lucky to call Derek his best friend. But, he felt unlucky to fall for him. Because Derek Morgan being in love with someone else. The one and only Penelope Garcia.

I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about

And she's got everything that I have to live without

The mousy-haired man listened to Derek talk about his baby girl. His god-given solace. Every day Spencer felt his heart chip away, piece by piece, and all he could do was be a supportive friend. A friend who fell in love with his friend who didn’t see what was right in front of him. Pinning after a man who himself was pinning after a girl. Silly, wasn’t it? But how can Spencer stop loving him, when his heart made him fall more for him.

Drew talks to me

I laugh 'cause it's so damn funny

That I can't even see

Anyone when he's with me

Penelope came over to the two men and rewarded them with bear hugs. Spencer noticed that the hug between Derek and Penelope was a bit longer than usual. His smile may say one thing, but his sad brown eyes said something less. Why not me? Spencer sighed and walked away from the “couple” and prepared himself for the morning briefing.

Spencer sat across from Derek at the round table. He tried to pay attention to the case but his eyes always wandered to the man in front of him. A few minutes went by and Spencer was snapped out of his daze by JJ calling for his name.

“Spencer, you okay?” JJ asked. Spencer mumbled over his words in embarrassment.

“Yeah- uh… I’m fine. Totally okay.” the young man kicked himself mentally for almost giving himself away. After Hotch said “Wheels up in 20”, everyone dispersed from the room to get ready for the flight. The only one left was Spencer. He sighed and thought about Derek. He wanted to push the thoughts out of his brain to focus on the case. But how can he when the memories still were all in his head, in burning red.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

He's the song in the car

I keep singing, don't know why I do…

He was in love with his best friend for years and not once did Spencer tell Derek how he felt about him. Secrets shouldn’t exist in friendships. But the young man was afraid of rejection. Fear. Abandonment. He did not want to lose a friend. Spencer’s heart deeply hurt as he could not bring himself to say the words. I love you, Derek. Forever and always. But moving on from him was impossible.

He's the time taken up, but there's never enough

And he's all that I need to fall into

Drew looks at me

I fake a smile so he won't see

Even though they were both profilers, Spencer wore his best fake smile, to hide his love and hurt he had for his friend. Soon, the young FBI agent has to learn to let go of his feelings for Derek Morgan. The Stark Trek coffee mug was left on the wooden table. Standing up from his chair, the young man walked out of the briefing room, readying himself for the case. Spencer took his jacket, go bag, and leather crossbody bag from his desk. He walked out of the BAU’s glass doors, heading for the car to be taken to the airway strip. He mulled over the case details in order to forget the one who intruded his mind.

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criminalshminds · 3 years

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Prompt #204

#204: “It’s midnight, what do you want?” Pairing: Morcia (Penelope Garcia/Derek Morgan) Words: 1,040

This is my first time writing Morcia, I hope I do them justice. Thank you Anon for this prompt, this has definitely helped my writing skills, a lot. <3

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Lightening lit up the sky, followed closely by a light rumbling of thunder. Rain splattered against the windows, all going unnoticed by the blonde snuggled under the covers. White eye mask with black eyelashes tightly wrapped around the head of Penelope Garcia. The team just wrapped up a case in Milwaukee, and she finally got to be able to be in her own bed before 2 in the morning. She finally drifted off to sleep when an incessant ringing came from her left. Without lifting the mask, she fumbles around looking for the offending device hoping to get it to shut up.

Successfully grabbing the pink phone, she answers the call grumbling into the speaker. “It’s midnight, what do you want?”

“How’d you know it was me? For all you know it could have been Hotch. Is that how you would have answered if it were him on the line?” Came the dulcet tenor of the one and only Derek Morgan.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She bit back trying to get comfortable.

“Ouch Baby girl, right in the heart.”

“You’re interrupting my beauty sleep. The sound of this storm was lulling me to sleep. So, I ask you again, what do you want?” She rolls over so she can use the weight of her head and the pillow to keep her phone against her ear so she can return to snuggling under the blanket.

“Okay, okay. Cool your jets, I was calling to ask you to open your door.”

“You want me to get up?”

“It’ll be worth it.”

“It better be.” She grumbles into the phone, yanking off her eye mask. With half closed eyes, she shifts her feet around looking for her pink fuzzy slippers before shuffling towards the front door. She curses along the way as she knocks her knee into the couch’s corner as she makes her way to the door without her glasses on. Opening the door, she doesn’t even look at the man standing there before turning and making her way back to her bed.

“That’s it? No ‘good evening my chocolate god of thunder’?” He sheds off his coat, placing it on the handle of the front door before placing the two packages in his hands on the kitchen island.

“No, I opened the door. Now I’m going to bed.” She makes it as far as the couch again before getting stopped by the muscular man. Even though all she wants to do is go back to sleep, she relaxes back against Derek’s chiseled chest. As soon as she does, she feels a cold dampness seep into her sleep shirt. “You’re all wet.”

She feels more so than hears his deep chuckle. “That happens when it rains.” He presses a kiss to the top of her messy hair before leading them to the couch. Plopping the two of them down, he angles her so she’s no longer leaning against the parts of his shirt that got soaked through his jacket.

“So, you’re here to tell me about the rain? I have windows you know.”

“Hey sassy, calm down. I happened to be in the neighborhood of those little chocolate strawberry treats you like and grabbed some for you as a thank you.” Hearing about the decadent dessert that he brought with him, she sat up straight, suddenly fully alert.

“No way. You got the specialty chocolate covered strawberries from Carter’s Bakery on 7th?”

“Yeah, I thought it was finally time I thanked you. Now stay here, I’ll get them.” Patting her knee, he gets up and goes to her room to get her glasses before rounding back to the kitchen for the dessert and a wrapped present. Making it back to her, he rests the glasses on the tip of her nose and places the boxes on the coffee table.

“What are you thanking me for that couldn’t wait until normal hours?” She slips the box open and reaches for a strawberry.

“Just for being you.” He plays with the smaller box for a second, letting her eat the first bite of the treat, before placing it in her lap.

“What’s this?”

“Open it and find out nosy.” She places the strawberry back in the container before ripping into the package. As he watches her break open the wrapping paper, Derek feels his palms start to get all sweaty. His heart starts racing, and he’s hoping that she doesn’t overreact. She makes it into the box to see a smaller box sitting inside. One that could only hold jewelry.

“You didn’t.” Eyes wide, Penelope starts to shake a bit. “Please tell me you didn’t.” He doesn’t give her an answer, just tips his head enough to tell her to open in. As soon as she opens the box, tears flood her eyes. Inside the box held two silver earrings. Simple, and elegant, they were small dangly earrings that looked as if stars were cascading down to Earth. The top of the earrings were a small diamond made to look like the North Star with a small chain of diamonds layered underneath.

“I saw them in the window of an antique store in Milwaukee. They are –“

“Just like the ones my mom had.” She sniffles for a second, still staring at the earrings before she looks up to him. “Oh, this was most definitely worth waking me up.”

Derek leans forward, carefully taking the box out of her lap before pulling her into his arms. The hug soon turns into a bone crushing one as a sob breaks out of Penelope’s throat. Derek pulls her back slightly so he could brush away the tears that were streaming down her beautiful face.

“I love you Penelope Garcia.”

“Oh, get in line.” She shot back with a smirk before Derek leans in to kiss the tip of her nose. When he opens his eyes as he pulls away, he sees the pout on her face. He just raises his eyebrow, knowing what she is going to say. “You missed.”

Not being able to say no to her, he playfully rolls his eyes before leaning in again, this time capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. Before their lips fully parted, she whispers. “Much better.”

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lavenderbau · 3 years

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um so surprise the link to the prologue of my morcia fic is right here if you guys want to check it out and i would love feedback and yeah i hope you guys enjoy this

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goldencatchflies · 3 years

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You'll find yourself; I'll fix myself

⊹ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @blakes-dictionxry @spencerreidstie @reese-the-edgy-enby @moreid187 @hannibalslut @gaymemeaesthetic @reidrights @agentshortstacc @moreidism @ssaemxlyprentxss @pretty-b0yy @abitcriminalminds

⊹ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: She was shot. Morgan could’ve been there, he could’ve prevented the situation. But no! He let her go on that stupid date, and now she’s hurt! (the title is from Young Adult by Ritt Money, but its not a song fic!)

⊹ 𝐀/𝐍: Requested by anonymous for my 400 sleepover! "💌- morcia + wiping away someone’s tears" ps. this is the worst thing I’ve ever written, holy fuck! Did I cry? Yes. Is it really bad? Also yes. And I apologize!

⊹ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Derek Morgan/Penelope Garcia ⋆ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Breif mentions to getting shot, hurt/comfort. Sad Derek Morgan :) ⋆ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 340

She was shot. Morgan could’ve been there, he could’ve prevented the situation. But no! He let her go on that stupid date, and now she’s hurt!

“This wouldn’t have happened if it were me, baby girl, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” He cried as he held her hand, making her shuffle awake. She rubbed his thumb before redirecting her hand to his face. He lifted his head, giving her a hopeful look, as she swiped her thumb under his eye, wiping away a tear that dared fall down.

“How about you make it up to me huh?” She said in a playful tone that earned a small chuckle from him.

“Ok!” He whispered under his breath. “It’s settled! When you get out of here, I’ll take you on the best date-“ he said, voice breaking harder at every word. “-one where you won’t get hurt!” He tried to sound playful, but she heard the amount hurt in his voice for it was still present. “I’m so sorry, baby girl, I promise this’ll never happen again!” He rested his head on the back of her hand where she held on to his own, and cried softly. They stayed silent for a while, and he zoned out long before she spoke up.

“Derek this isn’t on you!” She comforted him, rubbing at his thumb once again. “If anything, I should’ve listened to you! I mean, you told me I shouldn’t’ve gone on that date in the first place!” She tried to reassure him, even though she knew he wasn’t paying attention. Simply holding onto her hand for dear life.

After a while, she’d run out of things to say that would comfort him, and simply began telling him stories. She’d notice he’d fallen asleep, but she couldn’t just stay in silence, so she talked and talked until sleep came knocking at her door, and exhaustion overtook her. And so he slept, holding on tightly to her, knowing he’d be ready to fight anyone that so much dared to think of hurting her.

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octothorpetopus · 4 years

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Who Loves You? (Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan)

Derek Morgan’s in love. That much is clear. But with who?

Penelope Garcia, in short, has no idea what to expect when Derek Morgan walks into her office at 7 o’clock sharp on a quiet Friday morning in late October. It’s not unusual for him to show up so early, he often stops in before hitting the gym before work. But he doesn’t have his gym bag with him this morning, that’s the first thing she notices when he walks in the door. The second thing she notices is that he looks tired, like he hasn’t slept in a week.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, Penelope?” He asks, and her heart drops. It’s Penelope. Not babygirl. Penelope. Still, she smiles as wide as she can manage and leans back in her ergonomic swivel chair, steepling her fingers.

“Of course. What can I do for you today, mi amor?”

“I’ve been thinking about something, and I think I just need to-“ he gestures vaguely. “-talk it out with someone. With you.”

“Talk to me, Derek. What’s going on? Is it work? Your mom? A girl?” He flinches, as if surprised. Penelope gasps and claps her hands together. “Oh my god, it is a girl! Who is she?” Derek shakes his head.

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

“I didn’t sleep last night. At all.”

“Derek, I don’t need to hear about how you got laid last night.” As a matter of fact, Penelope Garcia wants nothing less than to hear about Derek’s new girlfriend. Still, she flips a pen between her fingers and steels herself.

“No, it’s not- this girl and I, we’re friends. Good friends. And I love that we’re friends. It’s a good friendship, you know?”

“Sure.”

“And I spent so long being friends with her that I never even considered... you know.”

“What, love? It’s not a dirty word, babe.”

“Anyway, after... everything that happened last week, I’ve given my life a lot of thought.” Last week, Derek had nearly died at the hands of Billy Flynn. Penelope can’t remember ever being so worried for him as she had been, or as angry as she was after he had yelled at her. But then he had bought her dinner and apologized approximately seven hundred thousand times, and she forgave him. “And I couldn’t sleep last night because I realized...” He swallows hard, like the words won’t come out of his mouth unless he forces them.

“Derek,” she says gently but firmly, and takes his hands in hers. “Tell me. Whatever it is you’re trying to say, tell me.”

“I realized I don’t want to be her friend. Well, I do, but I don’t just want to be her friend. You know?”

“Yeah.” Penelope chuckles breathlessly. “I do.”

“Well, I spent all of last night trying to figure out what to tell her. When to tell her. How to tell her.”

“And you want my advice? Aw.” Penelope batted her eyelashes.

“I can go talk to Hotch, babygirl-“

“No, no.” She thought for a moment, tapping her pen against her chin all the while. “Tell her... tell her that loving her and being her friend aren’t mutually exclusive. Tell her that being her friend makes your love go that much deeper and that much stronger. Tell her that being her friend wasn’t just a step to loving her but that it’s the simple basis of the reason you love her.” Penelope took a deep breath. “Tell her that, and if she still doesn’t fall in love with you, she never will.” He considers her momentarily, and Penelope shifts in her seat. Her confusion only deepens when he kneels in front of her. When he looks up at her, his eyes are earnest.

“Loving you as my friend and just plain loving you aren’t different things,” he says. What is he doing? Practicing? “I love you because you’re my friend, not in spite of it. I’m not your friend because I love you, I love you because you’re my friend. And I just... love you.” Penelope smiles and clears her throat.

“That was really good, Derek. She’s going to fall in love with you, I guarantee it.”

“No, Pen, I-“ He sighs, shaking his head, and rises to his feet. “That’s not-“ And that’s when he does something very odd. He spins Penelope around by her shoulders to face him, takes her face in his hands, and kisses her. He’s warm and smells like Old Spice and coffee and the geraniums he has planted on his fire escape. Penelope freezes, unable to think. So. He wasn’t practicing then. When he releases her, she blinks rapidly, her eyes wide. The office is silent except for Derek’s heavy breathing and the soft sound of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons over Penelope’s computer speakers. His hands are still radiating warmth into her cheeks, and with one hesitant, but not quite shaky, hand, Penelope reaches up and wipes a smear of dark pink lipstick off of Derek’s upper lip.

“So it was me.”

“Yeah, babygirl, it was you. It’s always been you.”

“You love me.”

“That’s about the size of it, yeah.” Penelope leans back in her chair and lets out a long, slow breath. “What? Should I not have- I shouldn’t have done that. Damn it.”

“No! No.” Penelope grabs Derek’s hand and squeezes it. “That- I- no. You definitely should have done it. But, um, I just don’t... get it.”

“What’s there to not get?”

“Nothing, exactly, but...” Penelope sighs and rubs her temples. “I love you, Derek, but in my brain, I thought when you were flirting with me- I thought that was just, you know, how you are.”

“I’m still confused, what’s the issue here?”

“The issue, Derek, is that in all the years I’ve known you, I never even considered that you were flirting with me because you liked me!”

“To be fair, Penelope, neither did I until a couple of weeks ago!”

“And that’s exactly the point.” Penelope smiles, but there’s something a little bitter there. “What if you don’t? What if it’s all in your head? What if you’ve just convinced yourself that you love me because I’m just, like, the only woman who’s close to you and knows all your secrets and knows that you like your coffee with more sugar than you say and knows that you play the cello and knows that you still have a stuffed panda bear your dad gave you in your closet?”

“Why are you so convinced about this, Pen? Didn’t you hear what I said?” That’s when Penelope snaps. She jumps to her feet and begins pacing the room, waving her hands as she speaks.

“Because in the movies, the girl like me doesn’t get the guy like you, Derek! And that’s not to say I don’t think I deserve a guy like you. I know my worth. But the guy like you ends up with a girl like Emily or JJ. Not me.”

“And what exactly do you mean, ‘a girl like you?’” Derek leans against her desk and folds his arms across his chest. “A smart, funny, beautiful, and overwhelmingly kind one?”

“Sure, but I’m also loud. And weird. And nerdy. And I dress like this.” Penelope gestures down at her dress, which is patterned with big yellow, green, and blue abstract shapes.

“So? Babygirl, have you learned nothing since you started working here? Real life isn’t like the movies. In real life, there are no guys like me and there are certainly no girls like you. There are just people. And even if there were, a guy like me would get to fall in love with whoever he wanted to. A guy like me could fall in love with an Emily or a JJ or, hell, even a Spencer, if he wants to. And I want to fall in love with you, Penelope Garcia.” Penelope stopped her pacing and sniffed.

“That was some speech.”

“Thank you. I try.” He stands and crosses the room until he’s facing her. With one hand, he tips her chin up until her eyes meet his.

“I just have to ask. Once. And I’ll never ask again.” She wrings her hands, but manages to calm her breathing. “Are you sure? About me? About us?” He smiles, the wide, brilliantly white, toothy grin that she fell head-over-heels for the first time she saw it.

“I’ve spent my whole life waiting for the day when a beautiful, kind, funny girl-“

“Don’t forget smart.”

“Right, and smart. Anyway, I’ve been waiting for the day a girl like that would love me just as much as I love her. Now, it’s been a lot of years that I’ve had that dream. Are you gonna ruin it for me, babygirl?” Penelope doesn’t answer, at least not verbally, she just throws her arms around Derek’s neck and kisses him. He doesn’t even pause, just wraps his arms around her waist. She’s just running out of breath when the door to her lair opens. They jump apart, panting, but it’s too late. Aaron Hotchner stands in the doorway, his hand still on the door handle, his eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open.

“We’ve got a case. JJ’s ready to brief us. I was just coming down to get- um, to get you, Garcia.” Hotch clears his throat. His eyes dart around the room, refusing to make eye contact. “But we need both of you in the briefing room.”

“Right. We’ll be right there.” Hotch opens his mouth as if to say something else, but he appears to think better of it and backs out, closing the door behind him.

“Well, that’s not ideal,” Penelope says, sitting back down in her chair.

“Crap. We’re in deep trouble.”

“Please. We’ll be fine. Hotch and Emily practically invented inter-office romance.” Derek’s head snaps up.

“What?”

“Never mind. Don’t worry about it. Point is, Hotch won’t get us in trouble.”

“Good.” Derek nods and shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. “Okay. Well. Um, bye.” He leans down to kiss the top of her head, a familiar and comfortable gesture, and after a moment of hesitation, presses a soft kiss to her lips. “Bye,” he says again.

“You know we’re going to the same place, right?” He stops halfway to the door.

“Yep. I knew that. I definitely knew that.”

“Walk me to the briefing room?” Penelope asks, sidling up to him.

“Always,” he replies, and holds out his arm, which she takes. This is not the first time she has taken his arm, and it is far from the last, but it is the first time that when she takes it, he kisses her cheek. It is the first time that she knows for certain that the butterflies in his stomach are going just as wild as the ones in hers. “Thank you,” he says, his eyes fixed on the hall in front of him.

“For what?”

“For letting me love you.” Penelope squeezes his arm.

“My pleasure, Mr. Morgan.”

“That’s Agent Morgan.”

“Whatever you say.”

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