Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds
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A/N: Okay another story! But anyway... I'm writing ideas as they come at the moment! De-stress kind of thing... it's all working out so far!
But this is kind of like a prologue... short and to the point... I hope!
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'Baby girl you look amazing today.' Derek Morgan said as he took in the breathless view in front of him, the woman he loved looking ever more beautiful.
'Why thank you handsome, you don't look so bad yourself.' She said with a smile as she slid on his desk, taking in the view of the man she loved with her heart.
'What do we owe this honour then?'
'Lunch? With me?'
'Sure thing mamma, I'd love too.' He smiled at her and her heart melted.
'Okay handsome, well have fun with that file.'
'Thanks.' He said smiling hard with thick sarcasm.
'Don't work too hard.' She kissed his head and left the room happily. She set to work in her usual manner, her lair was her sanctuary during the days, her babies helped do the job, she passed out their offspring the best she could, always with a smile.
At lunch she went back up to the bull pen, she went into the break room to find Emily, Reid and Morgan all debating.
'Hey guys.'
'Hey baby girl.'
'What you up to?'
'Well Hotch has a detective and some police officers in his office, we're wondering what for.' Reid said as he kept his eyes on Hotch's office window. When Penelope looked up she saw Hotch, and Rossi, a man in a suit and two officers, something pretty heated was going down.
They all watched even more intrigued, as Rossi left the room, he gasped slightly to see her in the break room and not in her bunker. 'Penelope, you're needed.'
'Me... why?'
'You need to come into Hotch's office.' Without another word she followed him into the office, all eyes all of a sudden on her, she felt self conscious, she hated attention like this.
'Miss Garcia I presume?'
'Y... yes.' She stumbled for her affirmative. She looked at Hotch, who was obviously sieving with anger, but she knew it wasn't at her but at these men.
'I'm afraid you're under arrest.'
'For what?!' She said in a panic.
'For the murder of Chase McClusky.'
'Excuse me?' She said stunned.
'We have reason to believe you are the prime suspect of his death, are you going to come easily or do we need to apply force?'
'No I'll come easily.' She looked at Hotch, panic in her eyes.
'Don't worry Garcia, we'll follow.' She nodded, but he couldn't help but feel the fear as it radiated off of her. The detective too her arm and lead her out of the room.
'I thought you said no force.' She asked as he led her down the stairs, noticing the four other agents of the team were looking now.
'Well murderers don't get a choice.'