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Penelope Garcia was not at all surprised to hear her cell phone ring almost as soon as she crossed the threshold of her apartment. She smiled and rifled through her purse for it, flipping it open on its fourth chime.
“Garcia.”
“Did you get home okay, baby girl?”
“You mean did I make it inside without suffering any grievous bodily harm?” She kicked her shoes off and dropped her purse in exhaustion.
“Don’t joke like that. I’m serious.”
Garcia flopped down on her couch. “Derek, you know I have to joke about things like that. It helps me cope. Besides, it was over three weeks ago!”
The phone line was silent. She sighed.
“Yes, I made it home okay. I’m fine.”
“Good.” There was a small chuckle. “You know I worry about you all the time, right, Garcia?”
She smiled wide. “And I appreciate it, Derek, I really do. I like having such a chiseled manly man looking out for me.”
Morgan laughed. “Good night, baby girl.”
“Sweet dreams.”