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Morgan's Hardware - Thursday, 7/17

Morgan was going to scrub his face clear off. The hardware thing, sure, that was going well but the paperwork was going to eat him alive. That's why, you know, when all the windows on his screen closed and a new one popped up, he cursed.

And that was before the DOS window opened and the soft, child-like (passive aggressive) singing started.

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE

Morgan stared at his computer for a few minutes before pressing his laptop closed and blinking a couple of times. He didn't want to move, mostly because he was 1. supremely creeped out and 2. completely confused.

He actually knocked over his chair when the phone rang. Then there was scrambling and grabbing and flipping open of his little cell before he practically slapped himself with it.

"...wheels up in how long, JJ?"

"Three hours."

"Thank God."

"Morgan? Are you all right?"

The agent eyed his laptop once more before starting to unplug the damn thing to get packed up in his bags. All right wasn't exactly the right word, but it's not like he could explain what was going on to JJ. His laptop usually didn't close all his documents (oh god, he hoped it'd saved them) (but no, it hadn't) and sing about cake.

"Yeah, just fine. See you in three."

Morgan's Hardware and Repair
Home improvement supplies - Plumbing - Electrical Work
Painting - Custom Carpentry - Installation
Closed Until Next Week Unless You Want A Job Right This Minute.
[ocdless, mostly establishy, but feel free to catch him while he's grabbing his stuff.]

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Dinah, after an amusing morning, fun class, and then disturbing encounter with Katina, remembered that she'd wanted to go by and say hi to Derek. Break time found her wandering down to the hardware store.

"Hey, Derek." She smiled as she walked in, tilting her head at the sign on the door. "Going somewhere?"

He looked up from where he was putting the power cord into his bag.

"Yeah," he said, almost startled before breathing in and giving her a real smile.

"Yeah, Dinah, I'm headed out for, hell, I hope it's just a few days but we've got a case so I don't know. I'm there till it's done."

He glanced around the store.

"What brings you by?"

"A case? Ohhh. And I'm just checking in. Since there was weirdness this weekend, and well, today." She rolled her eyes, then smiled. "You're not fleeing, then? You're coming back?"

He nodded.

"Did I tell you what I do off island?"

He was pretty sure it hadn't come up.

"But no, not fleeing. Just have some business to take care of."

He gave her a grin.

"Not getting rid of me this easily, singing laptops or not."

"I don't think you did," Dinah said curiously. "And yay, good. So what are you fleeing to then? And your laptop sang?" She grinned. "My necklace turned into a clone of my sister. I almost wished you could've met her, so you'd have seen what Helena is like."

No singing yet. Yay!

"FBI," he said as he zipped up that part of the case.

"And I think JJ said we were heading out to Wisconsin. I work for the Behavior Analysis Unit, so they send us where there's" brutal murders "trouble they want taken care of fast."

Another ziiiiiip.

"And yeah, it sang about, get this, cake." ~~Fandom at large should worry about GLaDOS and her showing up in two related places.~~

Then--

"Wait, your necklace did what?"

"This weekend. When stuff was alive. It was a gift from her," Dinah said easily, then hmm'd, and flipped open her billfold to the picture of her and Helena and Barbara. "That one," she added, pointing. Then her eyes narrowed at Derek, thinking. "FBI. Hunh. Wait. That's profilers, isn't it." It wasn't really a question. "For the really bad ones."

Morgan leaned over to get a look at the picture, smiling at little at the little 'family' portrait. Nice.

Though he was pretty sure that a crossdimensional hookup wasn't really going to work.

Then he slipped back across the counter.

"Yup. I don't advertise, considering it tends to put people on defensive, but it's what I do. I'm telecommuting for most stuff, but this kind of thing, they need me on the ground."

And possibly bringing an unsub there.

Really not, since Jesse would have something very pointed to say about that. Dinah was flipping through the photos, and stopped on one of her with Jesse, laughing, before frowning and studying Derek again.

"It's pretty dangerous stuff. You have lots of back-up, right?"

And now, Dinah was humming.

...oooh. Creepy. At least he'd cut his hair since then. They weren't rocking the same 'do.

"I've got my team, and I know how to take care of myself. Besides myself there's Rossi, who pretty much started this whole thing, not to mention Hotch and Prentiss. My princess takes care of the intel, and JJ works with the media. Unfortunately, our resident genius is off teaching you kids board games" and there was only light teasing there so she didn't think he was actually upset about it "so we're down one, but we do all right."

And shaved. Don't forget shaving!

"Ohh. Well, that's good. Your princess?" she asked, curious.

And then, suddenly:

"I'm ringing all the warning bells
Careful or you'll hurt yourself..." Dinah managed to cut herself off before the song got any farther, and coughed. "Um."

You're getting the Extremely Expressive Eyebrow, Dinah. Watch, for it is extremely expressive.

"Garcia, our technical analyst. There's no one better on a keyboard."

Not gonna ask-- not gonna ask-- not gonna--

"Worried about me, huh?"

"You look like Jesse, it's reflex," Dinah protested, turning pinker. "Sorry? Um. Shutting up? I know you're an adult FBI agent and don't do stupid things?"

Unlike some robbery-homicide detectives she could mention. Hopefully?

All right, it was Morgan's turn to look away. Thank goodness he couldn't turn pink.

"I like to think I don't do 'stupid things'. Just what I gotta do."

If only Reid were here. He'd call 'bullshit' SO FAST. Three words: 'explosive ambulance stunt'. And we won't even mentioning the attempted tackling with the train.

"Don't worry about it. A guy could do worse than have a nice kid like you worrying about him."

Dinah was simultaneously relieved and a little pouty. "I'm not a little girl, I do understand what kind of stuff you guys have to do--

And I know things now,
Many valuable things,
That I hadn't known before:
Do not put your faith
In a cape and a hood,
They will not protect you
The way that they should.
And take extra care with starngers,
Even flowers have their dangers.
And though scary is exciting,
Nice is different than good."

A pause. "Can you forget that part, please?"

"Didn't say you were," he pointed out.

"Ask Reid. I call him kid too. M'not trying to put you down."

He waited until she was done before he continued.

"And your secret is safe with me."

"Oh good." Dinah smiled, bit her lip, and said, "I'm gonna leave you to pack. 'Cause I think it only gets more embarrassing from here. And you have to go do your job, right?"

"I do, yes."

He stuffed the last piece into his computer bag.

"Especially since we're wheels up in three hours."

He pushed in the chair to the desk he'd been sitting at and gave her a warm smile.

"If you get really worried, go see Professor Reid. He can tell you how I'm doing. Promise. Hopefully, though, I'll be back before then."

"I will. Have fun. Well. For given values of fun." Dinah headed for the door, relieved and said, "Good hunting."

He rolled his eyes and joined her at the door, turning off the lights and picking up his go bag from the spot he'd stashed it at by the door.

"For a given value of fun," he agreed with a little grin.

"Thanks. You take care of yourself, all right? I better not come back to find out you turned into a goldfish or something."

"Nope!" Came the cheerful voice back, then a pause. "A kitten!"

Wait.

"...seriously?"

The giggling that floated back as Dinah walked out the door was probably no answer at all.

"We're gettin' coffee and you're explaining that when I get back!"

Then he was too busy locking up and getting going to do much else.

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