Forms of Love

By: M14Mouse

Summary: It isn't the big things, but the small things that show a person that they love you. Morgan/Gracia pairing

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

Schmoop bingo prompt: Wooing/Courtship

Love by definition is a mix mash of words that make no sense. Love is a single emotion that branch out into a thousand different ones. Love is definite by acts.

Simple acts….

Gracia didn't notice that she had a new pen until half way through the day. The only reason that she did notice was the penguin. It lit up when she pressed down on it. It had feathers flowing out of the top. She grinned slightly.

It doesn't take her long to figure out who sent it to her.

She hummed a little tune as she went back to work.

Morgan yawned was busy finishing up the last of his paperwork. Suddenly, he smelt the familiar odor of coffee.

"Whoever is bring coffee is a god."

"How about a goddess?" A familiar voice said. He couldn't help but smile as he turned around in his chair. Gracia stood before him with a smile on her face. She offered him one of the cups of coffee in her hands.

"That would too, baby girl. Thanks."

"Anytime."

"Gracia…you are sick," Morgan said as he turned her chair around.

"No, I am not! My nose is a little stuffy."

"Uh huh…"

"Stop! Stop! I am not! Stop rolling me toward the door. I protest!" She said as she flailed her arms then she sneezed again.

"Uh huh…."

Morgan paid no mind to her as he rolled her closer to the door.

"I am not! Honestly! Stop it…or….or I will freeze all of your bank accounts….and your credit cards. I change all of your passwords."

"I have Reid explain what all of those nice germs are doing to your body, baby girl."

Her mouth snapped shut and then she frowned.

"….I hate you….."

She heard Morgan humming under his breathe as he pushed her out of the door.

"And you own me chicken noodle soup just for that."

"It is just a scratch."

"I have seen scratches, Morgan…and that isn't one!"

"Don't give me that look, Gracia. It doesn't hurt a bit."

"You are bleeding!"

"It happens, baby girl."

"Don't make you call your mother."

"You wouldn't…."

"I am serious. See my serious face."

"….."

"I thought so."

"Speak to me, my goddess."

"Oh…you say such wonderful things to me. Here it is…your guy moved around quite a bit in the last 10 years. He lived in Due West, South Carolina…then in Madison, Georgia…Greensboro, North Carolina….then finally New Orleans, Louisiana…just after Katrina. They were a string of murders slash buglers every time he was there."

"Anything else?"

"He served in the military before he was dishonorable discharged for attacking a senior officer."

"Thanks."

"Morgan?"

"Yes?"

"Be careful, okay?"

"Always."

"Calm down, baby girl. It is only a baby gift."

"As godmother, my gift has to be the best!"

"You know that he just going to stuff the box in his mouth and play with the wrapping paper."

"You can't be serious."

"That is what my sisters did."

She eyed him like he was crazy then her eyes lightened up.

"Blocks!"

"Huh?"

"Oh, you are so awesome, Morgan."

She hugged him before she ran down an aisle. He had no clue what he said but he never thought that woman could move so fast in high heels.

"Got everything shut down?"

"Oh, my babies are asleep for tonight."

He grinned at her and offered his arm.

"After you, mi'lady."

She hooked her arm around his and smiled back.

We are all born for love…It is the principle of existence and its only end.

-Benjamin Disraeli

End

A/N: I totally love these two. They make awesome look awesome. Anyway, read and review if you wish.