Montclair, Virginia - Tuesday afternoon, 6/30
He was packing up when he heard the phone ring. There were only two people who could be calling right now: one of them he was expecting and the other one, well, he was expecting it, but he'd really really hoped that nothing would come up this week. The number that flashed on the front of his phone didn't tell him enough for him to know whether to smile or frown so he just sighed as he told Clooney to cool it and popped the phone open with his thumb.
"Morgan," he answered succinctly.
"Is that any way to speak to the woman who holds your salvation in her hands?"
The sigh instantly became a smile as he slipped onto the couch and leaned on the arm.
"I thought you might be JJ with a new case. Can you forgive, my goddess?"
"Always, my chocolate ray of sunshine," which had him laughing under his breath.
"So did you find one?" he prompted, turning to lay on his back. He'd been worried about the idea for the last couple of weeks, ever since he'd found out about the whole thing, and his first stop had been Garcia, of course. It'd been her idea for him to look up a new house to repair in just the right location, which had surprised him considering the fact that he hadn't exactly shared his hobby with his beloved computer analyst.
She'd laughed and gently reminded him that she knew all, saw all, and that had been the end of that.
"Of course I did," she told him with a quick snort, "a nice big one too. Should keep you busy for a while, and the place has a few other abandoned and vacant lots just in case."
"Got a number for a real estate agent?"
His phone beeped just then, letting him know that he had a text message.
"Silly, silly boy. You know me better than that."
"I do," he had to admit, still smiling. "What about--"
"The blueprints, building history, and everything I could find on the place was sent to your mailbox a whole five minutes ago, hotstuff. You have got to keep up."
Morgan grinned again, shifting his hand on the phone. It was times like this he wished he was at the office, just so he could hug her.
"Thank you, baby-girl. You know you're my angel."
"I thought I was your goddess."
He laughed.
"If any woman could be both, it would be you. Thanks, Garcia. I'll talk to you soon."
"Of course, sweetie. Have fun packing."
Morgan closed the phone and let out a sigh of relief. That was one hurdle jumped, thank goodness, and now... a few dozen left to go. He patted his lap and Clooney lept up on him; the dog was far too large now to really be considered a lap dog (and had been for over a year now) but he'd never let that stop him from inviting the dog up onto the couch with him. He scritched behind his ears and patted the top of his head.
"Looks like we're shipping out, boy," he said with a twitch of a smile. This would definitely be... interesting.
[NFB, NFI, OOC just fine...]
"Morgan," he answered succinctly.
"Is that any way to speak to the woman who holds your salvation in her hands?"
The sigh instantly became a smile as he slipped onto the couch and leaned on the arm.
"I thought you might be JJ with a new case. Can you forgive, my goddess?"
"Always, my chocolate ray of sunshine," which had him laughing under his breath.
"So did you find one?" he prompted, turning to lay on his back. He'd been worried about the idea for the last couple of weeks, ever since he'd found out about the whole thing, and his first stop had been Garcia, of course. It'd been her idea for him to look up a new house to repair in just the right location, which had surprised him considering the fact that he hadn't exactly shared his hobby with his beloved computer analyst.
She'd laughed and gently reminded him that she knew all, saw all, and that had been the end of that.
"Of course I did," she told him with a quick snort, "a nice big one too. Should keep you busy for a while, and the place has a few other abandoned and vacant lots just in case."
"Got a number for a real estate agent?"
His phone beeped just then, letting him know that he had a text message.
"Silly, silly boy. You know me better than that."
"I do," he had to admit, still smiling. "What about--"
"The blueprints, building history, and everything I could find on the place was sent to your mailbox a whole five minutes ago, hotstuff. You have got to keep up."
Morgan grinned again, shifting his hand on the phone. It was times like this he wished he was at the office, just so he could hug her.
"Thank you, baby-girl. You know you're my angel."
"I thought I was your goddess."
He laughed.
"If any woman could be both, it would be you. Thanks, Garcia. I'll talk to you soon."
"Of course, sweetie. Have fun packing."
Morgan closed the phone and let out a sigh of relief. That was one hurdle jumped, thank goodness, and now... a few dozen left to go. He patted his lap and Clooney lept up on him; the dog was far too large now to really be considered a lap dog (and had been for over a year now) but he'd never let that stop him from inviting the dog up onto the couch with him. He scritched behind his ears and patted the top of his head.
"Looks like we're shipping out, boy," he said with a twitch of a smile. This would definitely be... interesting.
[NFB, NFI, OOC just fine...]