Photoshop Pictures
Chapter 1
The Accidental Email

AN: I own nothing. This idea came from the season 2 episode Distress. Garcia asked Morgan if he was wearing Chaps, he said no and she said she had Photoshop. Well she makes those pictures planning on sending them to him, even though she said he'd never find them, which was true she as going to give them to him, but it doesn't go as planned. Enjoy.

"And, Garcia I better not ever find any Photoshop pictures of me," Morgan said trying to keep straight face.

"Trust me my vision, you'll never find them," Garcia said back with wicked laugh before hanging up.

Three nights later

Morgan walked into his house, he'd called Garcia letting her know he'd pick Clooney up in few hours; he was tired and just wanted couple hours of sleep before going to her place. He took shower before crashing on his bed not even bothering to get dress or cover up. He wasn't expecting anybody, and the rest the team had went out for drinks.

Garcia had waited half hour before she left the rest the team at the bar, she went to her place got Clooney and took him to Morgan's after picking up some Pizza for them. She knew he'd been going to bed and probably skipped lunch and maybe breakfast that morning. She let herself into his house setting the pizza down before taking the leash off of Clooney and hanging it up. She went and sat down bringing up her computer.

She'd been working on something all day while they'd been on their way back. She grinned as she put a picture of Morgan into Photoshop before finding a picture of some guy in chaps. She took the other guy out and placed the chaps onto Morgan.

It was a picture of him shirtless, back in the summer when he'd practically kidnapped, her taking her to a beach house; they'd never made it to the beach. He'd hadn't told her where they were going and when they'd gotten half mile from their destination he blindfolded her so she couldn't say no. They'd started dating after that week, and everybody at the office already knew.

She added the last finishing touches to the picture before making few more, from her personal stash that she'd taken while he'd been sleeping one night. There was just one more picture she had to add and Photoshop it. It took about twenty minutes and then she was done. She brought up her personal email account going to send them to Morgan. She knew he'd probably spank her later for being naughty but she was going to enjoy it.

Garcia went into the team's emails and unselected everybody's email before clicking Derek's email address after loading all the pictures. She looked over them again smiling. She loved her chocolate God.

She wrote in the subject 'For you my love, enjoy Hot Stuff.' Then she wrote short message. 'You said you didn't want to ever find these pictures so I'm just going to send them to you instead, I just wish I had one with that rock hard cock yours sticking out of the back of these chaps, I'm buying you a pair for your birthday and you will be wearing them if I have to handcuff you to your bed,' she hit the enter button few times before adding 'I'm going to make you cum hard tonight, Derek Morgan, I love you handsome, your Baby girl, Penelope,' She hit the send button just as he was coming out of the bedroom.

"Hey, sexy mama, how long you been here?" Morgan asked her.

"Long enough to check my emails, I sent you something, but it is for later," She said standing up going over and wrapping her arms around him, "I got food and our loving Clooney is sleeping in the kitchen, so he's not going to be jumping in your bed," she said.

Morgan laughed, "You're never going to let me live it down are you?" he asked.

"Well you thought he was me at first, I felt hurt," she said with a pout before kissing him.

"If you hadn't slipped out of my bed and opened the bedroom door letting him in, I wouldn't have thought he was you, now would I?" Morgan asked looking at her with smile.

"He was winning at the door, I couldn't just let him stay out there," she said.

"Baby girl, Clooney can survive being stuck in the other side of the door for little while, and I told him the rules when it comes to us," Morgan said with smile.

"You told Clooney what you do, you dog," she said with smile.

"Hey, I just told him if the door is shut that he is to stay out until it is safe to come back in," Morgan said with smile, "Now can we eat because I'm starving here?" he asked.

Hour later they were in his bedroom sitting in the bed with couple beers and pizza watching a late night movie. The team had the next three days off, and they were going to spend the time together. They had the second American Pie playing and it was at the part where the guy supper glued a tape to his private area.

"I think I would die, if that happened," Morgan said, "especially since I couldn't have you for so long," he added.

"Why would you be watching porn when you have me?" Garcia asked sitting up.

"I never said it would be porn, I just said I'd die if that happened," Derek said.

"But you do have porn?" she asked.

"No, I do not have porn, the closest thing I ever had to that was Sports Illustrated swimsuit models," he admitted, "That was before I found you though, and if you'd let me I would put that picture of you up, but no you freaked out," he said with smile.

"You put that picture up and you are a dead duck," Garcia said.

"Stop worrying, baby girl, I got it hid where nobody will find it, but damn you were sexy as hell that day," he said before kissing her.

Garcia smiled, before taking her shirt off, she had changed into one his sweat shirts and pair his boxers after she'd showered since she'd forgotten to bring her own clothes with her. She watched at he never took his eyes off her, she had always considered herself pretty to some guys, but she'd never thought that she'd have one the hottest FBI Agents in her bed, let alone as a best friend. He'd proven her wrong so many times.

"I love coming home to you," he said with smile before taking her hand and letting her get closer.

"But, handsome, I had to come here," she whispered, "When I get done, you're going to have to send me an email back and tell me if I was correct on what I wrote in it," she said before kissing him.

Garcia helped him get out of his pants before she removed the boxers she was wearing. She didn't want to play around, she wanted him inside of her and right then. "What did you write?" Morgan asked, but she cut him off kissing him as she sunk down on him, and started moving. She was going slow at first but she picked up speed stopping every time he got too close to cumming. "Baby, please," he felt like his body was on fire, he'd been so close three times and she was denying him.

"What do you want me to do, Agent Morgan?" she asked stretching his name before she started nipping and licking his neck, "Tell me what you want," she said.

"You to move," he moaned as she ran her hands up and down his sides.

"That's not specific, and I thought profilers had to be specific in what they say, or they'll get it wrong?" she asked teasing him as she moved slightly just enough to cause friction which got another moan from him.

Derek wasn't in the mood for games right now, he wanted her and he wanted her right then. She'd teased him for the last twenty minutes and it was time she moved, or he was going to do it for her. He took hold of her hips and arched up into her hitting just the right spot making her cry out. "That specific enough for you, baby girl?" he asked before flipping them over kissing her as he thrust into her, "I want to make you scream my name, as I cum inside of you, I want to feel you squeezing around me," he didn't stop telling her what he wanted as he nipped at her neck continuing to thrust into her.

"Derek," she said wrapping her legs around his waist meeting him thrust for thrust. She moaned holding onto him, having him inside her was like something she'd never felt before with any other man. She couldn't hold on any more as he changed the angle hitting her g-spot every time he thrusted into her, it didn't take long before he was cumming with her. Garcia continued to kiss him as they came down only pulling apart to breath.

"Did that answer your question, baby girl?" he asked.

"I said you have to answer it, you can check it in the morning, right now you're not leaving this bed," she said.

"And if I say no?" he asked with smile.

"I will email those pictures of you at Halloween to the entire team, and they'll never know who sent them," Garcia threatened.

"You wouldn't dare," Morgan said.

"Oh, I would do it in a heart beat, my sexy behavioral analysis, them seeing you dressed as a character from Star Trek would be funny," she teased.

"Don't make me spank you, baby girl, cause I will if you even dare email those pictures to anybody," Derek said with smile.

"You'd never know what I sent them, if I told them not to tell you," she said giggling.

"I got certain photo of you, and if you send those pictures from Halloween I'll send it," he said trying to keep a straight face.

"You play hard ball my love, fine, I'll be nice and won't send the pictures, even though I believe they would have a reason to laugh right now," she said with smile before closing her eyes.

"You getting sleepy on me?" he asked kissing her forehead.

"Sorry, I guess you wore me out, handsome."

"Get some sleep, my goddess," Derek said rolling on his side before pulling her close so they could cuddle up.

"Don't forget to check your email in the morning before you go running," she said as she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Morgan watched her sleep for little while, he wanted to know what she'd sent him, whatever it was could wait, because he just wanted to sleep. He closed his eyes thinking about only her.

It was nine when the alarm went off, but Morgan had been up for an hour. He'd taken Clooney for a run, showered, checked his emails like she'd told him, and now was cooking breakfast. He hadn't found an email from her, so he logged into her computer knowing all her passwords and checked her sent folder. The only thing he'd found from the night before was an email sent to the team, he hadn't had chance to look at the email yet however, he decided to go for the run first.

"You are cruel leaving your girlfriend in bed alone without something warm to cuddle up with," Garcia said wrapping her arms around his waist, "You check the email yet?"

"I didn't find one, I guess the servers down or something, I'll check again later," he said before handing her a plate with pancakes and sausage.

"Okay, but soon as you do check let me know, hot stuff,"

Morgan laughed at her as they sat down to eat, "Whatever you sent me will be worth waiting for,"

"Yes it will, and you might want to locate the handcuffs, you might need them, because your sexy mama's been a really bad girl," Garcia said taking a sip of the coffee.

Meanwhile the rest of the team was at their homes or apartments checking their emails. They'd all received an email from Garcia the night before after she'd left the bar.

Gideon noticed the subject and forwarded it to Morgan, since apparently Garcia had had little too much coffee, which was never a good thing, she could do crazier things on a caffeine high than when she got little drunk. He didn't pay attention on to what had been in the body of the email. He moved down to hit forward and that was when he noticed the pictures. He didn't even send it to Morgan he deleted it fast trying to block out what he'd just saw, thinking the whole time Garcia needed to lay off the coffee.

JJ was next she'd been looking over an email from a friend, after she replied she opened the one from Garcia. She read the subject line first and was little nervous to open it. "Oh my god," she said seeing the pictures that Garcia had attacked. She was glad they had few days off because she knew there was no way she could look Morgan in the eyes right now, and she was also going to have to have a talk with her best friend about making sure she hit the right email address.

Emily was checking her email on her phone, she was surprised that Garcia had gotten her personal email, but she opened up the email surprised by the subject line, she'd heard her call Morgan hot stuff, she wasn't sure why she was getting an email from her addressed to him. She read the entire email and by the time she was down to the pictures she was already blushing. "Oh my, I never expected that," she said to herself before sending Garcia a message back. "Penelope, please don't include me in you and Derek's weird sex games, you two are crazy, Emily," she sent it before walking into the shooting range.

Hotch took sip of his coffee before opening an email from Garcia, by the time he got done reading it he was trying not to choke on his coffee. He didn't notice that Haley had come up behind him as he scrolled down to send the email back to Garcia with a message about sending mass emails. "OH my god, is that Morgan?" Haley asked before she started laughing as she left the kitchen, she knew who'd sent it without even reading their email. Hotch shook his head trying not to smile as he replied.

"Penelope Garcia, please reframe from mass emailing pictures of Agent Morgan to the rest of the team, I really didn't want to see this side of him, or the other side either, the next time you decide to email him pictures of himself make sure you check the right email address," he finished typing before sending it to Garcia. Then he forwarded them to Morgan, "I suggest you don't let your girlfriend near Photoshop or a camera the next time she's drinking," he couldn't help but laugh, the two of them together never had a dull moment.

It was late that afternoon before Reid checked his emails, but by the time he go done, he vowed never to open an email from Garcia with the words Hot Stuff or any other nickname she used for Morgan in it.

The only person to still not see the pictures by the end of the day was Derek. However, once Garcia went to take her shower he opened up his email and found a forwarded email from Hotch. He opened it up and by the time he got done reading it he was plotting his revenge on his baby girl. She had no idea what she'd done and he was pretty sure she hadn't been aware of it either. "It's on my sexy goddess," he said to himself before he shut the computer down. She wanted to play it was on.