Flaming Pink Flamingos, Part One
Ever wonder where Garcia gets her pens?
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Spencer Reid collected statistics and facts. Fact: Penelope Garcia had more odd pens then any human he had ever met. They had crazy colors, feathers, and inks that glowed in the dark. Sometimes the pens glowed in the dark. They resided in a coffee cup on her desk.
Fact: he had no idea where she got them.
She refused to tell him, actually. She had pinched his cheek and said 'Not on your adorable hair, my junior G-man.' Which kind of annoyed Reid. It was a simple question.
Which lead to his next plan.
"Hey Morgan," he asked across his desk to Morgan's. "Do you know where Garcia gets her pens?"
"Isn't that like asking where a woman shops for shoes?" Morgan fired back.
"You don't know either, do you?"
"Not a clue, why?"
Reid checked both ways before leaning as close as possible. "I thought Austin might like some. Kind of like a unique set I could put together for her. But I wanted to do it myself, and Garcia would want to help if I told her why I needed to know where she got her pens."
Austin was Reid's girlfriend, though he hesitated to use the term. She had a quirky streak not unlike Garcia's but far less intense.
Morgan nodded. "You have a problem. Let me see what I can do."
"You aren't going to tell Garcia, are you?"
"Do I look stupid, kid? Just give me some time. Like a hour."
Morgan strutted-it was the only word for it-out of the bullpen.
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Morgan returned an hour and fifteen minutes later, shaking his head. "She wouldn't budge."
Reid swore under his breath.
"Ain't over yet. We can follow her and see where she buys the pens."
"Isn't that rude?"
"Probably."
"Won't Garcia post embarrassing photos of us everywhere if we annoy her?"
"Good point. Next plan?"
Reid thought. "Rossi."
"How is Rossi gonna help us?"
"Rossi and JJ are good friends. JJ goes shopping with Garcia. We ask him to ask her, she tells him and he tells us."
Morgan nodded.
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Rossi looked from Reid to Morgan. "And Garcia wouldn't tell you?"
Reid shook his head.
"Or Morgan, either?"
Morgan snorted. "I was shocked."
Rossi considered. Rossi nodded to himself. Then Rossi stood up. "Wait here."