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25. the car

"Hey, hey, jailbir- heyyy," Garcia's eyes zero in on me, gazing me up and down. "Hey," I say apprehensively at her look. The blonde gasps at me. "You did something!" she accuses me, pointing at me. "I don't know what you're talking about, P, I just need some informa-" "Psh," Garcia silences me with her hand, "Shut up and sit down."

I huff a breath, "Pen, I seriously ne-" "Need to tell me why your shirt is wrinkled, and buttoned and tucked in differently than the first time you came in here," Garcia furrows her brow at me, and leans closer, "Your face... I recognize that look, that's the look of someone who just go- OH MY GODS Y/N YL/n, YOU AND EMI-" It's my turn to cut Garcia off. I lunge for her, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Fine, fine, something happened, now can we focus on the case?" I attempt to get the overeager analyst to focus. It doesn't work.

She mumbles against my hand, and I tilt my head at her. "What?" I ask. She licks my hand then, and I squeal, pulling away from her, wiping my hand ferociously against my shirt. "I said, details first, work after. Now sit," she gestures at the empty chair beside her. I exhale deeply, and sink into the seat. Garcia perks up and crosses her legs, lacing her hands around her knee. "Details, details, Y/n, what happened? How did it happen? Oh holy shit, it was on her desk, wasn't it? Was it goo-"

"Garcia!" I break through her rapid-fire questions, "Woah, slow down. Number one, I told you, I can't tell you everything. Not that I'd want to anyway..." I shake my head to clear my thoughts of the memories, "But I can say that yes, it was on her desk." The way those blue eyes light up behind her glasses and the dramatic gasp that escapes her makes me laugh. "Was it good? No, obviously it was good, it's our own Emily Prentiss, it has to be good," Garcia rambles, then sucks in a breath, staring at me, "So how- why- no. What was the reason for it? Couldn't keep away from Domme while the rest of the team was out in the field?" Her voice is teasing, a damn smirk on her face as she tries to pry more information out of me.

I roll my eyes, "No, Garcia, I was actually trying to focus on work for once. She called me into her office. And then... it just happened," I try to be as vague as possible. She huffs at me, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why can't you give me any of the juicy details?" she pouts. I laugh, and give in. "Fine, fine. I'll tell you one thing. One thing, and that's all I'll say," I smirk at her little pout.

"Okay, deal," she nods, pout still evident, "I'll get more out of you at some point." I lean forward, and stage whisper, "Three times." I grin at her, as her jaw drops. "She gave you three? You lucky lucky bitch, how are you even walking right now?" she asks incredulously. "Aftercare," I giggle, "She gave me a cookie." Garcia bursts out laughing at that. "A cookie?" she giggles right along with me. I nod, "Yeah, a fucking cookie, like a reward. It was fucking funny." I giggle, remembering Emily's excitement over the sweets.

"Well, Emily does have a sweet tooth..." Garcia giggles with me, "And it seems like she's got quite the sweet tooth for you, too." She grins, and I blush slightly. She's not wrong, I suppose. But this isn't why I'm here. "Penelope, focus! My personal life isn't what I'm here for," I complain, leaning forward towards her computer screens. "Fine, fine, okay," she grumbles, turning back to her keyboard, "What do you need, Sugar?" She giggles to herself at her new nickname for me. Goddammit.

I ignore it, and get back into my work mode. "Okay, first of all, Em's requesting a check on the Secretary of State. She just came blazing into the BAU all bent out of shape over this case, so we need to ensure her information is cleared," I tell Penelope. "Mmkay, digging into the Secretary of State's background... Now!" she taps her keyboard, and her screens rev to life. "Anything else, my liege?" she glances over at me.

"How is it going with the app account profiles?" I remember the other reason I came into the technical analyst's lair. "Oh, I still haven't been able to make a connection there yet, but I'm working on it," Garcia huffs softly, "Maybe another half an hour or so..." I nod, and stand up from my seat. "Thanks, Garcie, you're always the queen," I smile at her, and she grins happily back at me. "I'll let you know if I- Y/n," Garcia stops, and points at her screens, her face white.