FIC: Little Rituals [Criminal Minds; Morgan/Garcia]
Title: Little Rituals
Author: WhatBecomesOfYou
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Penelope Garcia
List and Theme #/name: Gamma #11: Slight Discoloration
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters from it.
It was their little ritual - after he’d get home from Kalamazoo or Los Angeles or wherever the BAU had taken him that time - that she’d take him out to dinner, her treat, of course, and pepper him incessantly with statements designed to cheer him up. Their jobs were rough, they both knew that, and this gave them the chance to get away from the horrors of it.
This latest time, the plane had landed at nearly two in the morning, too late for dinner. She had fallen asleep while waiting for them, her cheek resting against the keyboard.
“Baby girl?” Morgan asked as he knocked on her door. “You in here?”
She stirred, blinking her eyes open. “I’m awake now,” she said, sitting up and looking at him, her cheeks, normally rosy and red, slightly discolored in an odd pattern due to the position she had been laying in for the past few hours.
“It’s time to go home,” he said, reaching his hand out for her and taking her by the hand.
“You know we won’t be getting much sleep, right?” she said, waking up a bit as they walked out to her car.
“I was counting on it.” He winked and laughed slightly, nudging her a little. “I slept on the plane.”
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Author: WhatBecomesOfYou
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Penelope Garcia
List and Theme #/name: Gamma #11: Slight Discoloration
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters from it.
It was their little ritual - after he’d get home from Kalamazoo or Los Angeles or wherever the BAU had taken him that time - that she’d take him out to dinner, her treat, of course, and pepper him incessantly with statements designed to cheer him up. Their jobs were rough, they both knew that, and this gave them the chance to get away from the horrors of it.
This latest time, the plane had landed at nearly two in the morning, too late for dinner. She had fallen asleep while waiting for them, her cheek resting against the keyboard.
“Baby girl?” Morgan asked as he knocked on her door. “You in here?”
She stirred, blinking her eyes open. “I’m awake now,” she said, sitting up and looking at him, her cheeks, normally rosy and red, slightly discolored in an odd pattern due to the position she had been laying in for the past few hours.
“It’s time to go home,” he said, reaching his hand out for her and taking her by the hand.
“You know we won’t be getting much sleep, right?” she said, waking up a bit as they walked out to her car.
“I was counting on it.” He winked and laughed slightly, nudging her a little. “I slept on the plane.”
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