Title: Nothing needs to be said

Title: Nothing needs to be said

Disclaimer…I don't know what else to put.

Rating: M

Pairing: I don't know if this really qualifies.

Classification: Garcia's POV

Warning: Uh, none that I can think of.

Spoilers: Lesson Learned, and Profiler, Profiled—if anything else happens to pop up, then so be it

Summary: If it was possible, Morgan and Garcia were going to become closer than ever.

I was outside of Morgan's apartment with my head leaned against the door and my hand on the knob. I was nervous because I knew what was going to happen. Morgan needed this and it would be wrong of me not to give it to him—not that I didn't want to, but it was a change from the norm...you know. Also, he made love to me when I needed it most. Although I would have never thought of it or admit I wanted it, he knew what I needed. He gave me everything I needed that night and I will be forever grateful and now it was time to return the favor.

I opened the door and walked into Morgan's apartment quietly. I know that he needs me tonight. He might have not told me, but he never needs to. Morgan was walking around in his just his pajama pants and drinking a glass of wine.

"You finally decided to come in." He hands me his glass after he takes a sip. I drink where his lips once was while I look him in the eyes and he smiles then takes the glass from me. "What...nothing dressy."

"I wasn't sure if you were here or not." I wanted to wear something that would arouse him, but I wasn't sure what did. Lingerie arouses most men, but I wasn't sure what did it for him. So, I just wore some jeans, a white tight shirt, and suede green jacket, and some tennis shoes. My hair was thrown into a messy bun. "You never dress for me."

Morgan had his hands on my hips and I had my index finger on the waistband of his pajama bottoms. My other hand was in the crook of his neck while I played with the waistband. As usual, Morgan was always prepared. From what I could see, he wasn't wearing any underwear, he was semi-erect, and had a colored condom on, red...my red.

"I don't need to; the sight of me alone does it for you." Oh how right this beautiful man was. Morgan put a hand in my hair, and then undid my bun. He backed away and took his bottoms off, and then walked towards the couch to sit down. Damn, he had buns of steel! His ass reminded me of a crisp, red apple...just one bite and you hear a juicy crunch. God, help me now: this man is about to get the best of me.

I followed his lead and quickly got rid of my clothes. From his tone, I knew how he wanted it and I got to business.

I was most definitely sated—seriously and I could tell Morgan was as well. He looked less troubled and very sleepy. I knew what his problem was and we were going to talk about it. At this moment, he was more open to talk and I wanted him to get it off his chest.

My hand was on his hip and my leg was thrown across his body. He just felt so good and I couldn't help, but to kiss his chest...then his abs, next his—whoops, dangerous territory. We were done for tonight and I needed to get him talking. I got back to my position from earlier, but this time I turned his face toward mine.

He stared at me strangely and I kissed him on the lips. "Tell me."

Morgan understood that I wasn't just talking about Carl, but everything; the good and bad. He exhaled loudly, and then looked at the ceiling. I could wait and he knew that. Both Morgan and I were stubborn and if I were to back down, it would take hours.

While he readied himself to tell me about his past, I thought about various things. Mainly, how we ended up comforting one another when we needed it most. It all began a few months after I started. As usual, I was looking up basic information when I got my first victim. I heard her being tortured mercilessly and it tortured me. I continued to listen because I had to help her, but it gave me nightmares for days.

Morgan eventually figured out the problem and told me about the one his used to and was currently having. I told him that it was hard for me to sleep; I couldn't close my eyes without hearing the screams. So, he stayed the night with me and we slept together for the first time.

Both of us had a great night sleep for the first time in a while and we continued to comfort one another after that. I find it strange that this is the first time I've been to his place or at least the outside of it, but never inside of it. Now I'm in his bed, interesting how things turn out.

I felt a kiss placed on my cheek and turned to look at Morgan. Words didn't escape his lips, but he told me everything I needed to know through his eyes. I could see the joy, pain, relief, dangerous, security, and everything he felt growing up. His eyes watered a little and I wiped the tears from his eyes. I took his hand, and then kissed his fingertips. He moved our bodies to a position where he was semi on top. Next, he kissed my forehead, then my eyelids, and last my mouth. Before his lips left mine he mouth,

"I love you."

"I know." I put a finger over his mouth and mouth shush. Morgan attached another kiss to my lips before nuzzling my face, and then settling for cuddling.