Derek Morgan
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Stealin' yer jello.
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Post by Derek Morgan on Aug 11, 2009 11:51:31 GMT -5
"You know, I was all ready to head off to bed. Though I must say, holding your hand is like a dream." She said, a smile forming on her lips. He couldn't help but smile in response, even as his eyes drifted closed. It'd been a long night, longer than most he'd experienced in his life, even the one's he'd had while working on a case. Her words drifted to him even as he himself drifted, near sleep that he'd thought impossible.
"Not a dream." He muttered, not knowing if he'd said it outloud, as she began to reassure him of the ones he loved. His own fate was not of a concern to him, and it usually wasn't. It was the others, now, that he was worried about, the ones that weren't here and the one that ran on four legs. But as Garcia began to reassure him, he couldn't not believe her. The alternative was too frightening to realize, and Morgan wasn't frightened by many things. It was loss that scared him the most, for he'd experienced it before in his life.
Moments later, he wasn't sure if she were still there, he drifted in a land that was neither sleep nor waking, and felt her hand in his. She was still there, she'd always been there.
"You don't have to stay, you know." He managed through the fog. "Like you said, I'll be fine.
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ooc// It's up to you if she wants to stay or not. I'm thirsty, and in the library, and that's why this post sucks.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Aug 11, 2009 15:22:38 GMT -5
No. It wasn't a dream. Part of her was a bit pleased that she could sit there with him and hold his hand like that. The only thing that was making this undesirable about this situation was the fact her Superfox was in a hospital bed. She watched him as he seemed to succumb to rest. It was much needed for both of them.
Still, Penelope was not about to get up and leave. For some reason, she still felt like he would just vanish from her if she dared release his hand. So, even as he drifted off, Penelope nestled herself down to stay the night. He hadn't left her when she had been in the hospital herself. She had brought her purse; in her purse was an FBI ID. That would give her permission to just stay right where she was.
He wouldn't have left her, she wasn't going to leave him. She sat with him for an hour before she, too, began to drift off. She rested her head on the edge of the bed and found the darkness herself. Her hand had not released his, and in truth she had not the faintest idea as to how long she had been asleep.
OOC: This one was crappy, too. Sorrrrrrryyyyy!
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