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・゜゜・.TWO WEEKS LATER .・゜゜・

The entirety of the BAU, including Garcia, sat on the jet back home in near silence. They had just been to investigate a collection of teen suicides that turned out to be orchestrated by one person via a game usually played in high schools. The entire thing occured online, hence Garcia's need t come on the case with them. Everyone did their own thing to decompress, as usual. Clara sat with a book in her lap but her hands were busy unwinding yarn for Garcia as she knit something blue that could possibly be a sweater panel. The yarn had originally been dancing all over the floor as Garcia tugged it so Clara took it upon herself to gradually unwind it as needed, not wanting to see the annoyance on her friend's face for any longer.

"What is that?" Spencer asked Emily as she struggled to fit wooden pieces of a puzzle together. Emily and Spencer sat opposite each other, he had been reading but was searching for something to do as he had finished his book. He had attempted to get Clara's attention (who sat opposite Garcia with her back to Emily) to ask if she had any other books in her bag but she had been too enveloped in her story so he decided to leave her to it.

"It's called a star puzzle. It's basically impossible to figure out. You have to put all the pieces back together to form a perfect star. But the origin of it is kind of a romantic tale," she paused and placed the various pieces on the table between them just as his intrigue into the puzzle picked up further. Emily began her story just as Clara turned the page of her book. Within that gap in focus, she found herself hooked onto the conversation much like Derek (who had removed his headphones on one ear.) "There was this young prince who wanted to win the heart of the forest maiden in the land. So he climbed to the top of the tallest tower in the kingdom and he caught a falling star for her. Unfortunately, he was so excited that he dropped it and it smashed into all these pieces. So he frantically put it back together again to prove his undying love to her and he succeeded and they lived happily ever after."

"That's cute," Clara whispered to Garcia, who shared the same idea based on the smile she grew.

Spencer, however, frowned softly, "That doesn't make any sense."

Emily's brow furrowed as she asked, "What do you mean?"

"You can't catch a falling star. It would burn up in the atmosphere."

"Yeah, but it's not literal, Reid. It's a fable," she chuckled softly as she responded.

His frown deepened as the confusion settled deeper within his brain, "But there's no moral. Fables have morals." Clara turned in her chair, leaning over the armrest, at the tone of his voice.

"Okay so it's just a romantic little story. The point is, it's basically impossible to do because you have to take all of those pieces and fit them together exactly..."she trailed off as he placed the star onto the table, all pieces in the exact correct place. Clara smiled softly and Spencer caught her eye at the exact moment it occured. He raised his brow and she laughed softly, attempting to cover it with a soft clearing of her throat. "There's a lot to hate about you Dr. Reid," Prentiss sighed as she picked up the wooden structure, double checking that it had been perfectly placed together.

Clara turned back in her chair and bit back a smile, shaking her head softly as she attempted to get back into her book. "I saw that." Garcia commented as Clara unravelled some more yarn, failing miserably to hide her smile.

"Don't Pen, else I'll tug on this wool," she threatened, grip on the ball tightening jokingly. Garcia's jaw slacked in shock, offence displayed between her eyes in a joking manner.

"Have you seriously not talked about it yet?"

"No," Clara responded softly, gaze directed to her book as she turned the page.

Garcia gasped quietly, "Oh my god you totally have! When?"

"I haven't," Clara repeated this time looking up and directly at her in the most natural way possible.

Penelope sighed softly and leaned forward in her chair, whispering, "Come on Pumpkin, you can lie to the others but not to me I know you too well for that."

Clara, who thankfully had been the only one to hear her whispers, turned in her chair and caught Spencer's attention the second he looked up. She glanced to her side, thankful that Rossi was up getting a drink and would not overhear, before she spoke, "Lei sa." (She knows)

His eyes widened, as had hers, at the information. No one looked up at their discussion as the two had gotten rather accustomed to talking to each other in the language that no one (baring Rossi) understood. It was the easy way of communicating certain secrets within the work day without having to hide away. "Vuoi dirglielo?" (Do you want to tell her?)

She smiled, glad that he could read her expression as well as he could. "Va bene? Non credo di avere molta scelta," (Is that okay? I don't think I have much of a choice.)

He nodded and smiled reassuringly, dimples just about making themselves known. Clara, after a brief hesitation, turned back to Garcia who smiled as if she knew a world's worth of secrets. They both leant forward at the same time, scooting closer in their chairs, so the conversion could be heard but not overheard by those close to them. Morgan had gone back to listening to his music so the only two people they really had to worry about were Prentiss and a newly returned Rossi. "The event at the gallery," she revealed softly, watching in delight as her friend's face lit up at the news.

Garica went to yell in excitement but managed to drop her voice down to a whisper the second she began to speak, "That was months ago! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Wanted to figure it out before anyone knew," she paused, trying her best to speak as cryptically as possible just in case they could be heard. "You have to keep it a secret."

Garcia nodded instantly and crossed her heart with her now empty knitting needle. She grinned, "I'm so happy for you Pumpkin...And we are totally discussing this over wine when we get back."

"Absolutely," she responded and realised, from the surge of emotions within her body at the idea of discussing it, how much she had wanted to share that part of her life. She loved keeping it a secret and having all the benefits of that but its just human nature to want to share all the good things in your lie with the people that you love the most. She then hesitated, actually thinking for a second, before she replied, "Although we did just plan a date for when we get back."

"Oh my god I love this so much," Garcia grinned, her cheeks pinking with the pure joy she felt for her. "You get to call me now!"

Clara laughed softly and Spencer, who had been straining to attempt to hear the discussion or at least just Clara's side of it, relished in the sound of her laugh and how utterly happy she seemed to be giving such information. His heart warmed and set alight and he could not help the smile that fell onto his lips. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to call you after one," she whispered back, recounting the various occasions within her mind.

Her jaw slackened again as she asked, "There's been multiple?"

"Like fifteen, sixteen? Not counting nights in."

"And have you labelled it?" Garica asked somewhat reluctantly, not wanting to ask a question that could perhaps be sensitive. But from the way that Clara smiled and blushed ever so slightly, she knew at an instant what the answer was. "Oh my God!" she yelled happily, instantly breaking their previous hushed conversation.

"Woah Baby girl, what just happened?" Derek, who had jumped and pulled off his headphones at the exclamation, asked frantically.

Garcia smiled reassuringly, feebly attempting to hide away her excitement, "Nothing nothing." 

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