Sergeant At Arms Length

Sir

    *Warning smut smut smut!! Also long chapter*

Davina's pov

I woke up to a high-pitched ringing which just put the cherry on top of my hangover Sunday. Note to self dancing with hard liquor in your system is a big NO. I swear to god if Hotchner is calling me into work right now I will kill him.

"Kasey" I mumble into the phone while still trying to wake up.

"Hey mamas, how's that hangover treatin you?" Morgan's voice flows through the phone and I can easily hear the smirk on his face. I groan in response and hear him chuckle "I'll take that as not good. Well lucky for you I have the perfect cure, be ready in 15 minutes. We're hittin the gym baby." Morgan says and then immediately hangs up giving me no time to protest.

I groan and throw myself out of bed and drag my feet into the bathroom before jumping in the shower after letting it warm up. After a quick five minute shower, I hop out and dry off and get into some black leggings and a dark green sports bra that said USMC on the side. After all but shoving my feet into some tennis shoes I throw my hair up into a ponytail. In perfect timing too because right as I'm done grabbing a water bottle I hear my text chime go off letting me know Morgan is downstairs.

I run down the four flights of stairs and jump into Morgan's truck. "Morgan I swear to god I'm gonna kick your ass. Of all days to go to the gym you pick the day after I get drunk off my ass." I scold and buckle up as he starts to drive off.

"Hey now I wasn't the one who put those drinks in your hand last night." He sasses back looking over at me shortly before looking back at the road.

"Yeah well, you could have grabbed the drinks out of my hand before I started to make a fool out of myself." I say rolling my eyes and resting my elbow on the door before resting my head in my hand.

After a short 10 minute drive, we pulled up to a huge old-looking building. Morgan gives me a wink and then hops out of the car. Walking into the building I'm immediately met with the musky odor of sweat. The gym is lined with punching bags, weights, and multiple varieties of exercise machines. But what caught my eye was the huge boxing ring in the middle of the open floor.

"Don't tell me you're scared to do a little hand to hand combat Davina." Morgan chuckles from beside me and elbows my side and I roll my eyes.

"Oh Morgan," I sigh, making my way up to the ring and dropping my water bottle to the side while ducking in between the cables entering the ring. "First of all I was ranked number one in hand to hand combat back in boot camp after beating each and every single man in my enlisting class, and you woke me up on my day off. So the real question is, gloves or no gloves." I raise a brow in his direction and put my hands on my hips.

He chuckles and throws his gym bag on the floor and grabs two pairs of gloves out before stepping in the ring. "Ok Ms.Badass, let see what ya got." he smirks and tosses a pair of gloves at me and puts his on.

We stand in front of each other in the middle of the ring and I wait for him to make a move. He goes to jab my left shoulder but I quickly turn the other way and dodge it with ease. I take this time while he still has his arm stretched out to jab his left shoulder which throws him off balance. I quickly crouch down and swipe my leg under both of his and watch as he drops to the floor groaning as he hits his back.

"One point Kasey, zero points Morgan." I smirk looking down at him from where I stand. He lets out a breathy laugh and sticks out his arm for me to pull him up.

"Alright KC I'll give you that one but just know I won't be taking it easy on you anymore." He smiles and I roll my eyes and laugh along with him.

We spend another 30 minutes sparing in the ring before we both get tired and decide to lift some weights. I don't even know how many times I had to snap Morgan out of it when I caught him looking at my ass while I was doing squats. Men, am I right? After we were both burned out from lifting I made a bet saying that I could run longer than him on the treadmills. Let's just say running a mile every morning in the military worked out in my favor for excellent stamina. Just as we were about to hit 2.5 miles Morgan's phone goes off making him slow to a stop to go answer it. I decide to stop considering my legs feel like they're on fire and are also jelly at the same time.