Penelope Garcia was waiting in her lair for her team to return, they had gotten off the jet twenty minutes ago – she smiled as she enjoyed the power she held in her hands, literally so as her fingers could hack into anything and by anything she meant the flight history and information of the FBI vehicles which meant she could track her team during flights. The blinking dot always reassured her that they were indeed on their way home to her. They had been gone for four days, and although she spoke to one of them at least every hour, it was always a relief to have them home and safe from the bad guys. When she heard a knock on her open door, she swivelled her chair around to greet her friend.
"Hey Penelope, are you feeling alright? You aren't sick are you?" Reid asked her, looking worried.
"No hun, why would you think that?"
"Well you have a blanket and the temperature in here is no colder than usual, which means you are just feeling the cold more which means your immune system has a fault in it." He explained while she turned to switch off her monitors for the night, now that her team had returned.
"I'm fine, it's just that I bought this new this week and am still enjoying its novelty." She stood up and Reid noticed that the blanket didn't fall on the floor, and that in fact Garcia was wearing the blanket as it had sleeves. At his confused expression Penelope laughed at him. "It's called a snuggie. It is a blanket you can wear because it stays on you so you can move around and won't have to leave the warmth of the blanket."
"That is actually a really good idea." Reid commented, slightly jealous that he didn't have one, he smiled at his friend as they walked to join the rest of the team in the bull pen. "Although, does it have to be neon pink?"
"Yes. For a genius that was a pretty dumb question." She said cheekily, nudging him in the side. "They have every colour and loads of patterns, as long as you know where to find the good websites. Which I do. Anyway, not to sound rude but why is it you coming to get me and not my double chocolate muffin?"
"Well...er..your muffin got into a fight with the unsub so went straight home instead of coming here."He really hoped she wouldn't flip out on him before there were other witnesses around.
"He didn't tell me that. I spoke to him on the jet as well! That sneaky little shark." She grabbed her phone out of her bag in order to call Morgan to first yell at him and then maybe check that he was alright. In that order.