Criminal Minds Sicktember 2024

Hoodie

Prompt: Borrowed Hoodie

Sickie: Garcia

Caretaker: Morgan

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"Hah? What? Since when!?"

Garcia can't believe it. She swears she hadn't heard a word of this until now, and she usually keeps a tab on office renovation schedules because she knows the noise bothers Reid.

"Listen lady, we're just the repair guys, it's not our fault your bosses didn't tell you. Take it up with them. We still have our job to do. Feel free to work somewhere else."

"Some- this is my place!" Garcia tries not to shriek, but she can't help it when they're shoving her oh-so-carefully painted minifigures aside for their dusty work bags. She rolls her chair over just in time to prevent an elf from being crushed, and scoops the rest of her plastic children into her skirt, just to be safe.

"And the aircon is old and falling apart, it's an OSHA violation waiting to happen. If you wanna be in here when it causes a spark, be my guest."

"UGH!"

The repair only takes a half hour, and truthfully, she is grateful, grumble as she may. A fire or even too much smoke could kill her harddrives.

The real problem is when they finish.

"Um, could you turn the heat up a bit, please." Even through her chattering teeth, she tries to be kind to the repair men. She knows how hard they work.

"Sorry, ma'am, not yet. We're still workin' out some kinks. The HVAC's been updated and we're still trying to patch in the new system and the old system together. Like I said before, other parts of the building will be warmer, but hey, you're welcome to remain in your fortress of solitude if you want."

She suppresses the urge to roll her eyes.

'Can't they see I've got a complicated setup?'

But, she shows no outward aggression. She's not really that upset, just cold. "It's fine. Thank you for your help. Could you at least tell me when it'll be fixed?"

"Sometime in the next few days."

She can tell that's as good as she's getting so she nods and waves as they head out.

Instead, she directs her ire towards the faulty machine itself.

"If I could hack you I would, but you're older than me, so you're safe . . . for now." She holds up the minuscule screwdriver from her glasses repair kit as she glares at the aircon.

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She was being dramatic before, but she really is well and chilled now.

'Ugh. Isn't this just bonita?'

"I'm a California girl, I wasn't meant for the cold." She whines to her screens.

'If I catch a cold, I'll really be annoyed. And everyone knows my brain goes to complete mush when I'm sick. I'm useless. I can't afford to be out of commission, not when the team seems busier than ever. Maybe I should move outside. I can always come back in here real quick if I need more computing power. The team's still on the jet, so I've got some time to compile files.'

-

"Garcia, we need a list of all homicides involving victims with cuspids removed. Go back at least 10 years. We think this may be our unsubs signature." Hotch's voice is firm, but calm, as usual.

"You got it, cap'"

'All those records, I'll need my office for that, ah, oh well.'

She hurries back to her little corner of Quantico, opening the door to find that it has, somehow, gotten colder.