Title: On the first day of Christmas 5
By: Daisyangel
Pairing: JJ/Morgan
Rating: PG-13
Note: this is a personal challenge I've set myself. I am planning to submit a fic a day up to Christmas with as many pairings as I can and the fic has to involve Christmas or the holidays.
Summary: JJ and Morgan have a fight over Christmas decorations.

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"Are you ready to tell me why you're at my place and not home with your wife the day before Christmas?" David Rossi asked a sullen looking Derek Morgan as he sat in his living room fixing them drinks from a bottle of Whiskey Dave had handed him.

"We had a fight," Morgan answered shortly.

"About what?" Dave wondered.

"I told her she shouldn't be getting the Christmas decorations off the top shelf of the closet because she's pregnant and if she falls she could hurt herself or the baby. Then she accused me of claiming that I didn't think she considered the welfare of our child before doing it and it went from there. I may have told her that she was being stubborn and that wasn't what I meant."

"What did she do then?" Dave questioned. A pissed off JJ wasn't something to mess with under the best of circumstances. Factor in that she was seven months pregnant and it made things worse.

"She threw a glass of juice at me, then told me to get out. Thankfully Henry was with my mom and sister's who had taken him out for ice cream," Morgan concluded.

"Let me get this straight, you were stupid enough to pisss off a hormonal pregnant woman?" Dave clarified. Morgan nodded sheepishly. "Damn, do you have a death wish?" the older profiler asked.

"No, I just worry, you know?"

"I understand, but that definitely wasn't the way to tell her that."

"Yeah, I know that now. What should I have done, and what should I do, now?" Morgan asked. "You've had a fair share of martial discord," Morgan teased. Dave just glared and Morgan gave him an apologetic look.

"For future reference maybe suggest that she sit down and enjoy her drink while yo finish getting the decorations down because she looks tired and she deserves a break. As for now, buy her favorite craving food, some flowers and go home and apologize profusely. If necessary, beg for forgiveness," Dave advised. Putting the glass he'd filled but not drank back on the table, the Chicago native stood up.

"I'll do that, and, Rossi?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, see you Monday."

"See you, Monday," Morgan replied leaving and heading off to fix the mess he'd created.

Finished!

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