A/N: So people, LAST CHAPTER. Thanks to all of you amazing wonderful great reviewers and readers. You seriously made my days more than once. I can guarentee you that. I tried writting another chapter to this, but everything I came up somehow didn't work and some very smart person once told me... if you force good things to happen, they will never work out. Begging or anything will almost 95%-likely bring nothing at all. But you can certainly try.

First Proposal

Perfection had been something Morgan never really had been after, or needed. But when it came to Penelope for him perfection was just barely good enough for her. For her he wanted to be the perfect man, the perfect boyfriend with the perfect love story.

She had told him on more than one occasion that he didn't have to go through all the trouble for her and sometimes make the impossible possible but he never stopped and certainly would never do so to begin with. She deserved the best and he was doing his best to give it to her.

He had planned tonight up to the minute, everything was set and he had to admit, that he had never felt more nervous in his life.

The candles, the flowers, the right atmosphere. It all was perfect for a night like tonight.

When she entered the house, calling her usual 'Honey, I'm home' whenever she came in after him, he had to laugh. Tonight definitely was the night.

He walked to the door, kissing her and guiding her towards the kitchen, where everything was set. He spent quite a while cooking, preparing everything he needed, so when he finally came to the main event of tonight she would be wooed of her feet.

Her favorite wine, her favorite food, the red roses and the whole kitchen lit only by the light coming from the dozens of candles. It was like a setting out of a romantic movie.

After dinner was over and the bottle of wine nearly empty, Morgan felt he had by now enough alcohol to encourage him for what was to come next. The evening so far went perfectly well. She had a fantastic time, he could see it in her face. So there was nothing to worry about, right?

He got up from his chair, walking over to her and turned her softly so that she was facing him and he was standing right in front of her.

When Morgan went down on one knee, Penelope thought she'd die of excitement. She definitely didn't see that coming at all. Okay, the whole setting had made her slightly suspicious, but never would she have seen this coming.

"Before you say anything at all, hear me out, baby. I probably spent the first 30something years chasing girls around and breaking one or two hearts. Maybe even more. The moment I met you, back all these years ago, I knew from the very first second you would be different and change things for me, though I didn't know how or why. The bond we had right from the start was probably hard to understand for most people. And most of them saw something between us it took myself quite a while to catch up with as well. You changed me, made me to the man I am today and am proud to be. There is not one moment I don't want to spend with you and seriously I am at a point at which I start thinking that one lifetime will never be enough for me with you. You're the first person I think of when waking up, and the last I think of when falling asleep. Whenever I am apart from you I count the minutes until we are reunited again. And I simply can't imagine ever being apart from you again at all, so I'm asking you, Penelope Michelle Garcia, will you do me the honor and become my wife?"

Knowing Morgan, Penelope had seen several times a different side of him, but something like that? Which a speech like this? Never.

Penelope looked at her boyfriend, saw all the love and affection in his eyes and literally radiating of his whole body, but something was there, something she at first couldn't phrase that let her hesitate.

After all it was Morgan, kneeling in front of her, looking so handsome and asking her to marry him. How could she not say 'yes'?

"I …" she started, seeing the look she got from him. "I'm sorry, babe, but I don't think … this is the right time…" And this came as much of a shock to her than to him. After years of just tiptoeing around each other, finally getting him and having an amazing relationship did she just turn him down?

Did she just say 'no'? Moran asked himself, completely in shock, which was probably visible on his face. He had thought about all the things that could go wrong tonight, but he definitely never expected this. That she would actually say 'no'. Why?

"I …"

"Please, don't think this has anything to do with you, Morgan. It really hasn't. But you remember the conversation we had a couple of years ago, on the day I met Battle? And I wasn't sure what to do?" she asked, getting a nod from Morgan.

"You said that I should always trust my guts. And honestly, that's what I have been doing ever since. It always worked out great for me so far, seeing that I got you and what has been going on ever since. There is just where my gut says now is not the moment…"

"Couldn't that feeling in your gut be just you being scared by it all and the question itself?" he asked, hopeful, at which he heard her laughing softly.

"Trust me, my big chunk of love, it will come. Just not now," she smiled, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around his neck, pressing a wet kiss on his cheek.

He didn't particularly like it, but he understood her reasoning. And all he could do for now was waiting for this time to come.

In the end he would need to ask another two times before she finally said 'yes'. But she said 'yes'. And that was all that mattered in the end.

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