Undercover Groomsmen
(Garcia's POV)
I picked up the last item in my dresser and put it in my already full suitcase. After five minutes of battling with my suitcase to get it to close, I succeed in getting it to close. You know, If I didn't have to pack for two weeks in Tupelo, Mississippi into one suitcase I wouldn't have this problem now would I? My best friend Jennifer (everyone calls her JJ) decided to get married and I'm her maid of honor, which the minute she told she told me she was getting married she asked me to be her maid of honor, with our other friend Emily as a bridesmaid. JJ has been saying that she'll be glad when all of this is all finished so she's not so stressed. I think she's thinks she going to be bald by the time the wedding comes around. The reason me, Emily, the best man, and the groomsmen are flying down two weeks before the actual wedding is so we can get last-minute details figured, and so Emily and I make sure JJ doesn't blow a fuse before her wedding. I think the stress is already getting to her because last time I called her, she didn't sound too good, she sounded... preoccupied, but she wouldn't tell me and I didn't want to push it so I didn't ask. Well, all I can say is the next two weeks should be interesting.
After finally conquering my bag, I begin to make a mental checklist to make sure I have everything for Mississippi. Just as I am about to complete my mental checklist, my cell phone rings. Looking at the caller ID it's JJ so I answer right away.
"Hey JJ, what's up?" I ask while carrying my suitcase to the front door.
"Nothing much Penelope, just checking to see how my maid of honor is doing."
"Is that your subtle way of asking how close I am to leaving Virginia?" I get the response of a laugh from her as I make sure all my windows are locked.
"You know me so well, so how close are you?" She asks with excitement in her voice.
"If you must know, I'm probably going to head out in a few minutes but the faster I could get off the phone with somebody the faster I could leave..."
"I see what you're saying. Ok, I'll let you go, see ya down here." I say goodbye, then hang up. I make sure I have everything one more time before I head out of my apartment with my suitcase in tow. Locking the door behind me, I put the keys in my pocket and finally make my way to the airport.
I hate flying, no questions about it flying is horrible. Whoever came up with having large amounts of people stuck in a metal contraption 30,000 feet in the air was really stupid. It's not like I have a fear of flying it's just... if the planes decides to not coöperate then a hundred people or so could die. Let's just say I'm not looking forward to being on that plane in two weeks!
I walk through the small terminal of the airport with my sunglasses perched up on my hand and suitcase in hand. Being it is the only airport that goes into Tupelo, it is rather uncrowded. As I walk through the terminal I spot JJ, a girl with medium length blonde hair that straightened and inviting eyes. Her attire consists of Mississippi summer clothing; Jean shorts that come to her mid-thigh, a t-shirt, and sandals. Once JJ sees me, she breaks into a smile as she runs towards me.
"Garcia!" She gives me a one-armed hug.
"Hey JJ." I return the hug. She grabs my bag in her left hand and we start heading out of the airport.
"So how was the flight?" She asks as we get outside of the airport, the Mississippi heat hitting me instantly. I really shouldn't have worn jeans, but they make my calves look sexy as hell.
"It was how it usually is. So, how's the last minute wedding planning going?" JJ stops right in front of what I assume to be her car, a white Ford focus.
"Great, ohh and we changed the best man. It's now a friend of his."
"Really? What's his name?"
"I don't quite remember, you'll find out when you meet him today." She presses a button on the remote starter to open the trunk.
"So I take it you don't know him that well?"
"Correct." She puts my bag in the trunk then slams the trunk shut. Wait, she made somebody she barely know be will's best friend, that is not like JJ. Usually, she gives someone three background checks before she even trusts someone with Henry.
"So is this best man a good person? Or is he like the other one who was a disgusting man whore?" I ask, referring to the first best man, Will's cousin Ian who when he first saw Emily and I, asked us if we wanted to 'get acquainted' at his place. Let's just say, he developed a black eye after that statement.
"In my opinion, no he's nothing like Ian, but then again you might want to find out for yourself." We both climb into the Focus and buckle our seatbelts. JJ starts the car and we head out of the airport.
"I can not make any promises that I will not punch the guy." She just rolls her eyes at me as she continues to drive.
"Has Emily gotten in yet?"
"No, she'll be getting here tomorrow, but Will's groomsmen and best man are here, which you already know. You'll just love the house we're staying in. The backyard where we are having the ceremony and the reception is amazing with the pink roses scattered all over the backyard, which will totally co inside with the colors of your guy's dresses." JJ stops talking to take a deep breath. "Excited for the next two weeks of your life?"
"I'm as excited as you are, which is very, very excited." She chuckles as she turns the car onto a dirt road.
"You know me as well as a page knows a book." I open my mouth to continue her sentence when she interrupts me.
"Welcome to the best you will ever stay." As I look out the window, I understand what she means by that. It's home that's sort of a country/ Victorian styled home with freshly painted white shutters and an exterior color of a lavender. The porch is freshly painted to match the white shutters. Flower boxes with different types of flowers in each box line the railings of the porch.
"Ohh my god." I say louder than I had intended to.
"You can see why I chose this place." To the right of the house is a small pond lined with pebbles and cattail at the shore of the pond. A humongous willow tree hangs over the side of the porch, shading the pond from the sun slightly.
As I'm helping JJ with the bags, two men run outside of the house towards us. One being Will, and the other being a lanky, nerdy kid with a boyish charm to his face.
"JJ, glad your back. As to you too Garcia." Will drawls out in his thick new Orléans accent. "Garcia, I would like you to meet my one and only groomsmen Spencer Reid." Will introduces the nerdy kid as Reid. Spencer sticks his hand out, which I accept.
"Hi Spencer, Nice to meet you."
"Same here. Now if you excuse me, I have a phone call to make. I'll see you guys later." He waves before heading off towards the house.
"Penelope why don't you head to the house, we'll get your bag." JJ directs her head to the house. Not wanting to argue, I follow orders and head up to the house. When I walk into the house, I'm blasted with the fresh smell of lavender and lilac. Inhailing the smell, I feel like my feet are rooted to the ground not wanting me to move. Of course, this action causes me not to see someone coming towards me and bump into me. A wave of coldness hits me, soaking my shirt. I now realize that a glass of water has spilled onto me, soaking my shirt.
"Ohh my god, I'm so sorry." A deep voice get's my attention. I look up to see a man in black jeans, a maroon v neck, and boots. He's easily towering over my 5'3 frame. The man takes one of his large hands and rubs the back of his neck as his mocha colored eyes fill with embarrassment. Finally getting over the shock of it, I respond to him.
"It's fine, don't worry about it." Before I can walk away to get another shirt, the man in front of me is putting a towel in my hand. I begin to pat my shirt with the dry towel.
"Least I could do for soaking your shirt." I look up at him slightly. "I'm Derek Morgan by the way. You are?" He asks as he takes the towel from my hand. The shirt is now just damp instead of soaking wet.
"Penelope Garcia."
"Well Penelope..." He's interrupted by JJ and Will coming into the house.
"Ohh here's your bag." She hands it to me. "I see you've met the best man." Wait, Mr. 6 foot guy is the best man? Well that was the most fucking awkward introduction ever.
"Yes we have, now if you excuse me because of Hotshot over here, I have to change shirts." Glaring at Morgan, I head upstairs with my bag in hand and stop at the first empty room I see which, is all the way down the hall and to the left. I step into the room, and close the door.
So, what do you guys think so far? Liking it? And don't worry, it will get more suspenseful as the fanfic goes on. I hope you thought the Morgan introduction was awesome :)