There's something different about Spencer and Penelope is dying to figure out why. Only… what is it that's different?
Don't worry, the secret is completely mundane. This is meant to be funny and a little illogical so hold on, okay? I'm thinking five-shot :)
Garcia squinted her eyes, wondering if the tiny glimpse of what she had seen was true. She quirked her head to the side, then the other, shifted her weight from the left to the right, folded her arms, brought her fluffy pen to her mouth and then sighed. She walked to her lair, calling Prentiss from her desk in the process. Emily stared at her confusedly but followed anyway, knowing it had to be something good.
"What's up, PG?" She asked, taking position on the edge of the tech's desk, picking up a troll and playing with the hair.
"This is strange, honestly. But I don't know why I'm worried," she paused while typing on her keyboard. "It's just…" She enhanced an image on the screen.
Emily stared at it, her head tilting to the side. "Okay, that is strange… but why does it matter?" She tucked a strand of hair into place, put down the purple haired doll, and folded her arms. "I mean, some people prefer it that way, right? Maybe that's the case here."
Garcia scoffed. "You think he'd have the patience to do this? Seriously, E! He can't even go five minutes without moving some limb. He's a man, he'd have to have be extremely patient to achieve that level. I can't even achieve that level. And I'm perfect."
Emily giggled, her head lolling back and shaking. "Of course you are, Nelope. The most perfect."
The tech glared at Prentiss playfully. "Okay, fine. I'll let it go. But there has got to be a reason. Last time I checked there was something there and now there's not. Usually if it is a preference it would have taken root already! He's thirty-one! This cannot be normal."
Prentiss seemed to be thinking seriously now, Garcia making a good point. "You're right…" She trailed off, looking at the screen image again. "Why do you know what was there, you?" She smiled at Garcia. "Well, maybe it was spontane-"
There was a knock and then the door opened revealing a beautiful black man. "Hey ladies, we got-"
He was cut off as he stared at the image on the screen. He tilted his head, a smirk on his face. "What are you two up to?" He questioned.
"Prentiss noticed something so I'm checking it out," Garcia said, immediately closing out of the window.
"Hey!" The raven haired woman chided. "That was so you! Don't even!"
"Says who?!" Garcia barked, her face blushing at Derek's weird stare.
"Says you! Ugh, Penelope, you are so wrong," Prentiss joked.
"You two, when you're done play fighting, maybe you should come up to the conference room. We got a case."
Garcia raised an eyebrow. "Nothing came to me and JJ hasn't called," she informed, turning in her chair to stand.
"Yeah, Hotch got it directly. Lets go," he said, holding the door open for the ladies.
These chapters are SHORT. Like, one page short. I was just a little sleepy when I wrote this after an all nighter and another all nighter at 4 a.m. :D
