TITLE: Thoughts in Shades of Grey (Part 8)
AUTHOR: Trista Groulx
RATING: T, TV14, PG13 aka same as the show
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters. I am borrowing them to play with then returning the network, creator, writers and actors who respectively own them.
SUMMARY: A Garcia and Morgan fic, there's some drama, there's a case, there's some more drama, and there's an ending. A crossword puzzle help Garcia remember, fluff ensues.
NOTES: I might be evil, but I'm also somewhat lazy too, cause I couldn't keep the amnesia up. This is more like an epilogue really. I was going to be uber evil and put another case in this but I decided against that.

It was killing Morgan that he couldn't see Garcia like he needed to. But this was the way she wanted it, until she could remember everything that had happened between them. He loved her enough to respect that. Things were getting back to normal, more or less, but there were days he wanted more. He missed going over to her place after a long case. She would always get mad at him for waking her up. But he knew she was glad not to be alone another night. He looked at his watch it was it was almost lunch time. Then went into her office, where she was working on a crossword puzzle.

"Hey, baby girl," he said. "Care to join me for lunch?"

"Yeah, in a minute, I just want to finish this up," she said, reading another clue.

"Sure, I can wait." He stood in the doorway.

"Mulatto?" she mumbled.

Then she felt a wave come over her, and a flood of feelings, and images were washing over her. She moved her hand over her head. Her head was pounding, but somehow she knew that it would all be over soon.

"Are you all right?" Morgan asked, concerned.

"Yeah, could you give a minute?"

"Sure thing," he assured her, stepping out of her office, wondering what had just happened.

Garcia meanwhile just sat there for a long moment. She hadn't expected it to come back like that. The doctor had warned her that any word of feeling could set her off; had it ever as memories and moments with Morgan began to become clear again. She just wondered what it was about that one word. All of a sudden she remembered the fight they had had before she was mugged. She wasn't mad anymore they had been through so much since then.

She smiled, slightly. It wasn't going to be all right until he knew that she remembered everything. She could tell that the last three months had been hell on him, yet he was still always there for her as a friend. She poked her head out of her office. She needed to be in his arms, and she didn't care who knew anymore.

"Hey!" she called to Morgan. "Sweet Cheeks!"

Morgan had not heard her call him that in a long time. He was so surprised he just stopped dead in his tracks, stunned. He wanted to go over to her, but his feet were frozen. Before he knew what was happening he found himself greeted by an armful of Garcia. He smiled it felt good to have her so close again. She smelled so good. It felt right to have her in his arms like that. He gently brushed her hair with his hand. He felt whole again.

"I missed you too Baby Girl," he said. "You know everyone is here right now. They're gonna know this time."

"I don't care, anymore" she assured him.

"Good, my technological temptress." He ran his hand along her face tenderly.

"My handsome hunk of man meat," she whispered to him, before covering his lips with hers.

The team stopped what they were doing for a moment, looking up at them, for moment. Then they all tried to look away from the slightly awkward situation. Things were getting pretty heated between the couple. One of Morgan's hands was in her hair, and the other was on her belly. Garcia meanwhile had her arms wrapped around him, one on his ass, the other rubbing his back.

"I love you Penny," he whispered, pulling her close, and resting his head on her.

"I missed that. I love you too, Derek." She smiled at him. "You know that thing that you kept asking me?"

He nodded at her, hoping that she was talking about what he thought she was talking about. He didn't want to get his hopes up too high. He had carried the ring he bought her with him, mostly to keep him grounded through everything. So that he knew he hadn't imagined the time with her. But now she remembered. Maybe it hadn't been a waste of his time to carry it with him for the past three months.

"I think I'm ready to say yes now," she whispered. "That is if you still want me."

"Really?" he asked, his eyes lighting up. "I will always want you, always."

Garcia hadn't seen his eyes sparkle like that in a long time. It felt great to see that again, it felt like it had been a lifetime ago. It felt even better to know she had something to do with it. She smiled at him, the kind of smile that could light a room. That smile Morgan loved. Garcia then reached out and ran her hand along his face to make sure that what was happening was real.

"Yes, really, as long as you never use that word to describe our baby ever again."

"I promise, I'm sorry about that real baby," he said, looking down at her now protruding belly.

"Real baby?" she queried.

"You didn't go and find out what we're having and finding a name without me did you?"

"I know what we are having. I'll tell you later, when we're alone. I would never name the baby without you," she assured him. "I told you that you were going to be part of the baby's life."

"Right now I don't know what we are having, or what we're going to name him or her. I can't call the baby it, so real baby works."

She let out small laugh at that. It made her feel good that he cared so much about the baby already. She then gave him a cockeyed look as he stood there patting his pockets while they spoke. He caught her gaze. He smiled sheepishly at her, not really wanting to have to explain this to her before he found it. He had to have it with him. He hadn't let it out of his sight in months.

"I'm sorry. I'm looking for something." He was starting to get worried, and a little frustrated. "Now where is that box?"

"Box?" she asked.

She felt butterflies in her stomach. She wondered if he was going to ask right there in front of everyone. In all the times before he had never had a ring with him. This time was going to be real, and she was thrilled. Part of her was still scared, but she knew she was ready to be fully public with it.

"I was hoping maybe one day it would come in handy," he said, pulling out a small velvet box. "Looks like it has, so let me ask you this once again; Penelope Garcia will you please let me make an honest woman of you, and marry me?"

Garcia's jaw dropped, she had been expecting it, but she was still shocked. She smiled at him. Morgan had just proposed to her, right there in front of everyone. She was glad he hadn't gotten down on one knee. She always thought that was antiquated. He was just holding her hand gently in his. Morgan opened the box, and presented her with a white gold ring, with a small band, and a few small coloured diamonds. Garcia smiled then nodded at him, unable to speak. He very carefully put the ring on her shaking finger, almost dropping it due to his own unstable hands.

"It matches me," Garcia beamed, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the ring.

He nodded. "Of course, why would I get you something that didn't match your colourful personality? I want you to like wearing this for about the rest of your life."

"Good, I do want to wear it for about that long."

He moved in closer to kiss her gently this time. She blushed a little, knowing everyone had seen everything. He pulled away and touched her cheek gently, when he heard the team clap; as if to say it was about damn time. He laid his head against her forehead, just smiling at her. He knew she was getting overwhelmed by everything. Morgan hoped he hadn't made mistake by asking her there, and making her feel forced into saying yes.

"Ready for lunch now?" he asked her, feeling a little overwhelmed. He wanted to be alone with her.

"Yes, I am. We have some things to talk about."

"How about you two take the rest of the day off?" Hotch called to them. "If something comes up we'll call you."

"Thank you," Morgan said, glad that he would be able to have some time to talk with Garcia without getting interrupted.

The pair left the building, and got into his car. He took her hand gently in his as he drove. She looked at him, smiling half heartedly. What had just happened hit her all of a sudden, and she felt a little fatigued. He suddenly felt like he had missed something. Had he said something? Had she remembered something else that would change everything again?

"Are you all right?" he asked, concerned.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm just tired all of a sudden. I want to have my way with you when we get to my place, but I think I'm just going to crash."

"That's all right, really. I'm pretty beat myself. It's been a long time since I've gotten a good night's sleep."

"I'm sorry for not trusting you sooner."

"You had your reasons."

"Yes, but they weren't enough to treat you the way I treated you. Especially after what you did for me the past three months. You were miserable because I asked you to give me my space."

He shrugged. "You needed it. You didn't even remember anything about the two us. I probably would have done the same thing. It's okay."

"Do you want to know why I didn't want to do this sooner?"

"If you want to tell me, yes," he assured her.

"I was embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?"

"Of myself," Garcia admitted. "I kept thinking that people would look at the two of us and wonder what a guy like you was doing with a girl like me. I didn't want to have to have to explain myself every day."

"What changed?"

"Nothing really, I still think people will always be looking, and wondering about us. But you did something for me that terrified you, and you thought you would never be able to do. So I love you enough to do the same for you."

He leaned over and brushed a piece of hair from her face, as they pulled up to her place. "People can give us dirty look. They can even say stupid things. But at the end of the day we go home together, and we're happy. You are the woman I want, no one else, I want that ring to remind you of that every day of your life. Just like that night in the bar, when we first started this thing, I am choosing you because you are real I am done with fake women."

"Thank you for that. Maybe if you keep telling that it will erase all the vile things people have told me in my life."

""I will do just that, my voluptuous vixen," he said, puling up to her place.

She smiled at him she loved when he called her that. "Why did we come here?"

"I like it here. It helps me escape. I'm just not adorable enough to get away with dressing the way you do, and putting figurines all over my office."

She giggled. "I would die if I saw you wearing anything I own. How about we go, home?"

"Home?"

"If you want to if you're comfortable here, and we're going to get married. I'll get you a key so you don't have to wake me up in the middle of the night anymore."

He followed her inside. He smiled nothing in there had changed inside there. It was decorated to match her and he loved it. He made himself comfortable on the couch, while she poured them each a glass of orange juice. He looked on the table, and saw a framed sonogram picture. He picked it up examining it. He knew it was a baby, but he couldn't tell what anything in the picture was.

"Is that our baby?" he asked, placing it back on the table to take the juice. "Thank you Beautiful."

"Yeah, I wanted to tell you when we were alone. It's a girl. I'm sorry you missed the first appointment."

"It's all right. We were in a strange place. But I promise you I won't miss anything else. A girl, I'm gonna have a daughter? Wow."

"You're happy with that?"

"Penny I'm happy as long as we end up with a healthy baby, honestly. I guess we need to think of names?"

"I want her to have your last name."

"All right," he nodded. "There is one name I've always kind of liked for a girl. What do you think of the name Serefina? It was my grandmother's name. If we use that, you get to pick the next name?"

"I do like it, but I'll hold you to letting me pick the next name. I always liked the name Grace, but that could be her middle name."

"Serefina Grace Morgan? I really like that."

"I think it's perfect. That was a lot easier then I thought it was going to be."

She could feel the baby moving a little. At first it had been a little unnerving, but now she liked the feeling. She then grabbed his hand, and placed it on her stomach. He looked at her confused for a moment. Then his eyes got wide, and a goofy smile formed across his face. He couldn't believe that this was real.

"Can you feel that?"

"Yeah, wow. That's the baby? I didn't know I'd be able to feel her so soon."

He couldn't believe that he could actually feel something moving inside of her. It was almost unreal to think that that movement was a baby. A daughter, no less, who was his and Garcia's, he was a little overwhelmed, but thrilled at the same time. He just kept his hand on her belly feeling something moving in there, it was surreal. Garcia smiled at him reassuringly. She liked that he was now involved in this. It had been lonely going through it alone. She was so happy that time was over.

"Yes, that's Serefina," she whispered. "I wasn't sure if was strong enough for you to feel her yet, but I'm glad that she is."

"Maybe she's trying to tell us she likes the name?"

"You know I think she might be. Or she could be happy that her daddy is finally here."

Morgan smiled. "I'm gonna be someone's daddy. Wow. I didn't think I could love you any more then I already did. But I do."

She leaned over and kissed him. She then took his hand, and lead him to the bed silently. He followed her, then laid down, bringing her with him. His hands went back to her stomach. He smiled, and laid there a moment. As much as he wanted to do more he was exhausted, and he knew she was as well. They both fell into the first restful sleep they had gotten in about three months.

The End

a/n: I hope you enjoyed what my plot bunny borrowed into my brain. As promised everything worked out in the end. Serefina means "burning fire" it fits for a mini Morgan-Garcia, doesn't it. Thank you very much to everyone who took the time to leave a review, add this to their favourites, or just to read it. I think that should answer all the questions.
Thank you for reading and enjoying my humble fic hugz to all of you. - trista