Sam/G
G had barely refrained from groaning out loud when his phone buzzed and he read the email Morgan had sent out. All it needed was fluffy hearts and Savannah's patented Xs and Os...oh wait, there they were on the reply she copied G on. Was this what the FBI did when they took the press conferences OSP couldn't take because they couldn't exist?
When Sam came up to him with his concerns, however, G couldn't help raising his eyebrow and staring at his partner for a long moment. "And just how likely do you really think it is he was able to drug me in the first place and still have fingers intact enough to type replies? Yes, the trip is for real and even partially my idea. The email is all him, though. He offered. I hate the desk job details. This is my punishment."