The First Date
"Come on, Penelope," Hotch called, "I have reservations at seven at Marco's."
"I'm coming, Boss," Garcia said, "just give me a minute to get my dress on."
"A minute, yeah right," the Unit Chief quipped. He shook his head. She issuch an enigma he thought to himself. If someone told him three years ago that he'd be dating his wonderful techincal analyst, Penelope Garcia, he would've laughed out loud. Then again, they didn't plan on a hitmen group threatning her life. They spent a lot of time in that room together and they became close. Really close. About ten minutes later, Penelope Garcia came striding out in a long black dress—that showed a healthy amount of her chest. The normally stoic Unit Chief watched his analyst sway her hips.
"See something you like, Bossman?" Garcia whispered.
Very much so Hotch thought.
"We should get going if we want to make our reservations on time."
As Hotch escorted Garcia out, he muttered, "But what I want isn't on the menu."
"I heard that," Garcia said.
"Oh, did you?" Hotch quipped, raising an eyebrow.
"Tell you what, after dinner, you can have me for dessert," Garcia taunted, licking her lips.
Hotch hurried her into his car, hoping to get this wonderful dinner over with.
"Oh my gosh!" Garcia exclaimed, "I can't believe you're a Star Wars fan!"
"Oh, I've seen the movies once or twice," Hotch said.
"Okay, I may not be a profiler," Garcia started, "but something tells me you've seen the movies more than once or twice."
"Okay fine," Hotch huffed, "I may have gone to a couple of conventions."
"As?"
"Darth Vader," Hotch mumbled.
"I can see it," Garcia chirped, a bit too eagerly.
Hotch raised an eyebrow.
"Sir, not than I mean you're evil or anything or that you're like Darth Vader. I just mean-"
"Penelope, stop it," Hotch commanded, shoving a taco in her mouth, "I know what you mean."
"You're just so attractive..." Garcia started, her mouth full from tacos.
When she finished eating, Garcia resumed.
"You're just so attractive," Garcia rambled, "you would be in all black and that deep voice and..."
Her face turned beet red.
"I'm rambling aren't I?"
Hotch lifted her chin.
"Yes," he laughed. He then kissed her face.
"My face is as red as those peppers..."
Hotch laughed out loud.
"You have a cute face, Penelope."
"Thanks, so do you."
The evening was spent laughing and talking and shoving tacos into each others mouths.
Garcia sighed.
"I guess there was something good about being in Witness Protection after all."
"What's that?" Hotch asked, feeling he knew the answer.
"I fell in love with you," she whispered.
Hotch and Garcia leaned in closer and kissed each other with a burning passion.
"Aaron?" Garcia asked, "Is this my fault?"
"Penelope, what are you talking about?"
"The Dirty Dozen? Is this my fault? Because, I tracked them and they called me the Dirty Dozen."
"Penelope, none of this is your fault. Cat Adams is a psychopath who would target anyone who was on her. We got Montolo. There was nothing you could've done. You did your job and we got them."
Garcia's lip quivered.
Hotch leaned in for another kiss.
"Does that convince you now?"
"Yes, yes!"
Just then, the waiter came and brought their check.
"Any dessert?" the waiter asked.
"No thank you," Hotch declined.
He growled in Garcia's ear, "I already know what I want."
The new couple walked out of the restaurant.
"So, do you want to come to the dark side with me?" Hotch asked.
"Only if you let me show you those peppers."