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A/N: Written for SpagettiTacos, for her birthday. Happy birthday, my friend. Hope you enjoy.

I hope others enjoy reading this as well.

Putting Plans into Motion

Garcia glanced at Morgan and smiled to herself. He was watching Reid closely, but trying to pretend that he was reading a report. She might have bought that, if he hadn't been holding the report upside down, and peering at Reid over the top of it.

As usual, though, and this caused Garcia to frown, Reid was completely oblivious to the fact that he had his teammate's full, undivided attention. She sighed to herself, and tapped her pen on the conference table, needing the auditory stimulation, because it was too quiet, and tension, tight enough to spring a mousetrap, had permeated the air. It was stifling, and Garcia didn't like to see her people so tense.

Of course, Garcia knew that it had little to do with the unresolved relationship issues amongst the senior team members (namely Hotchner and Rossi, and Morgan and Reid), but rather the case that they were looking into. It was yet another series of grisly murders – nothing new there, it was what they did, after all. Except, and here was the creeptastic part, it looked like this particular series of murders taking place in several rural towns in the Midwestern state of Minnesota, was the work of, not one, but two separate serial killers who, according to the team, played off of each other in some kind of sick competition.

"Garcia." Hotch frowned and gave her that look that made her feel as though she was twelve years old again, and sitting in her seventh grade math class, with Mrs. Dubinsky staring, in exasperation, at her over the tops of her horn-rimmed glasses.

Garcia gave her boss a stricken look, and carefully set her pen on the table, and then pushed it away from her so that it wouldn't tempt her again. She was rewarded for her actions with a tight smile, and then Hotch returned his focus to the pictures sitting in front of him. Pictures that Garcia would no doubt be seeing in her dreams for a long time to come, at least until this case was wrapped up by the team.

She hated having to look at crime scene photos, especially ones as gruesome as these had been. All of the targeted victims had been men – deer hunters – and they'd been gutted, bled out, beheaded, and hung from trees. Their severed heads had been placed beneath their dangling feet.

It seemed that the battling serial killers were keeping tally of the murders, taking a trophy (a molar tooth) and no doubt photographing their kills. They'd attached the 'kill' tag, properly filled out, to the left (in the case of one of the killers) and right (in the case of the other killer) ear of the victim.

Garcia hoped that she wouldn't have to look at anymore photos for this case, because she already had enough fodder for nightmares. She shivered, and turned her attention, once more to Morgan, who now had the report right side up. His eyes would, every now and again, steal a look at Reid, who was so focused on what he was reading that his lips were moving soundlessly as he read. It was rather endearing, something that Garcia thought must be part of why Morgan liked Reid a little more than he let on.

Garcia knew that Morgan's jibes and teasing remarks directed at Reid were masking something else entirely. It reminded her of Billy, from grade school, and how he'd driven her crazy, pulling on her pigtails and pushing her down, or 'accidentally' bumping into her. She'd shoved back, and treated him with equal contempt, until her mother explained to her that Billy only did those things because he was 'interested' in her.

And, judging by how aggressive Morgan's taunts and professional 'shoving' matches had gotten of late, Garcia knew he had it bad. She wouldn't be surprised if the man was in love with his co-worker, and she couldn't exactly blame him. Reid was a sweetie, and, though she loved Morgan, she'd come to realize, after some heavy making out, that she loved Morgan as a brother, and that he, even if he wouldn't admit it to himself, loved someone else.

While the team talked about the case, going into details that Garcia didn't really want to hear anyway, she started working on a plan to get the two boys together. She feigned interest in the discussion going on around her, paying attention now and again to what was being said – she was great at multi-tasking, and knew, at least in part, what was going on, and how the team was going to approach the bizarre case in Minnesota.

When Hotchner closed the meeting, and told everyone to gear up, Garcia sprang into action, putting the first part of her plan, which she titled – The Morgan/Reid project – into motion. She booked the team rooms at the only hotel in the area that had honeymoon suites, rooming Morgan and Reid, Hotch and Rossi, and, because she'd double booked the rooms for the men, Prentiss and JJ, together.

Though her focus was primarily on Morgan and Reid, she figured that it couldn't hurt to start working on Hotch and Rossi (no doubt they would be harder nuts to crack than Morgan and Reid) as well, and give them a push in the right direction. It would only help her later efforts at getting the two of them to recognize that what they felt for each other was beyond the bounds of friendship and a closely knit working camaraderie.

She smiled to herself when Morgan popped his head into her lair, a panicked look on his face. "Hey, my queen, what's up with the room arrangements?" he asked the question innocently enough, but Garcia could read his nervousness.

Garcia gave Morgan her best, I'm-sorry-it-couldn't-be-helped look, and said, without batting an eyelash, "Sorry, sugarplum, all the other hotels were booked – hunting season is apparently a big deal in Minnesota – and these were the only rooms that they had available. Everyone else has to share a room too."

"But," Morgan swallowed, and bit his bottom lip, further proving to Garcia that she was right on the money, and that he was, indeed, in love with Reid. "Can't you put me with Hotch or Rossi, or one of the girls?"

"Love muffin," Garcia said affectionately, "it's just for a few days. Besides, I've already booked the rooms, and made the arrangements. The hotel staff is busy, and they were kind of irritated with the last minute booking…"

"Fine," Morgan said, shaking his head. He gave Garcia a brief smile and a kiss on the cheek before he waved his way out the door.

"You are good, girl," Garcia said, once she was certain that Morgan was out of earshot. Hotch popped his head in the doorway just as the last of the words died on her lips, and she jumped in her chair, clutching at her chest, eyes wide.

"Um, bossman, you didn't just…" Garcia stumbled over her words, inwardly cursing herself.

"Hear you praising yourself?" Hotch asked dryly. "Should I be giving you a pat on the back?"

Garcia felt herself blushing, and she shook her head vehemently, hoping that Hotch didn't know what she'd been up to in the booking of the rooms. "Uh, no, I was just…" she flailed her hands around the room as she spoke, hoping that Hotch would buy the lie that she'd done something amazing with regard to computer work – as usual.

Hotch raised an eyebrow at her attempted explanation for her exclamation, and Garcia doubted that she'd fooled the man. He always had been good at reading her, and she knew that it was a hazard of working with the BAU, because the men and women here had been trained to read people, and she worked with some of the best teams in the entire nation. Still, sometimes she hated that she could hide very little from any of them. Hotch, however, was the best at reading her.

"Room arrangements?" Hotch questioned.

"It just so happens to be the only hotel available with your specifications. It's within five miles of the most recent killings, and…" Garcia refused to look at Hotch as she spoke, looking instead at the computer monitor listing the hotel arrangements she'd made for the team.

She could see Hotch, reflected in the monitor. The serious frown that was so often etched in the deep planes of his face was, if anything, even graver than it usually was. It almost gave her pause. Almost made her rearrange the hotel rooms, but she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, knowing that she was doing the right thing – for everyone – in the long run.

One day, Morgan and Reid would thank her for this, and so would Hotch and Rossi. Until that day, Garcia had a lot of work to do, and more of her plan to put into place.

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