It was early on a Saturday Morning, but Reid wasn't in bed. What he wouldn't do to be in bed.

Oh, he was going to kill Garcia if he ever got the chance.

"Garcia, please tell me why you felt it necessary to drag me out of bed at..." Reid glanced at his watch, "eight seventeen on a Saturday morning, nearly strip me down and dress me again, drive me to a Starbucks - thanks for the coffee, by the way -then shove me in your computer chair to stare at a blank laptop screen?" Reid groaned, rubbing his eyes. Already he could feel the beginning of a headache coming on, just lurking around the corner of his mind. Figuratively, of course.

"Just watch, boy genius. Everything will be worth the wait." Garcia grinned mischievously, "and if I've told you once I've told you a million times -"

Reid interrupted her, "hyperbole."

"Whatever, it probably has been a million times that I've told you to call me Penelope when we aren't working."

"Nope. Five thousand, seven hundred thirty two." Reid grinned, then frowned ever so slightly, "and seven elevenths."

Garcia raised an eyebrow. "Seven elevenths?"

"Well, one time you were saying it and I cut you off about seven words in."

Garcia groaned. "Spencer! Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are? NO! Nevermind! Don't answer that! I don't want to know how many times!" Penelope protested as Spencer opened his mouth, causing him to laugh.

He watched in curiosity as Garcia opened up her web browser and typed in ".net" into the url bar. His curiosity spiked as garcia logged into her account under the name "PG Unrated" and he couldn't control it much longer when Garcia, through a series of clicks, opened up a text filled page.

Garcia turned to face him, frowning slightly. "Now Spencer, I want you to read this, but actually take your time on it. Don't go all "20,000 words per minute" on it. Savor it, for crying out loud!"

Reid, thoroughly interested, briefly looked at the site, before turning to face the blonde woman.

"Explain the site."

"Well, you know how everyone wants to see somethings happen, even though it most likely won't?" One look at his face gave her the answer. This was Spencer Reid, of course he didn't. "Well, basically, two girls on the FBI created this site so that everyone can write stories about the FBI members. The BAU seems to be one particularily hot topic for stories these days."
Reid frowned. "So they write stories about us?"

"Yes. Usually it involves romantic relationships. Some people pair up you and J.J, but more often than not it's you and Morgan."

"Me and Morgan?" Reid frowned, glancing back at the computer again, "So this is what girls daydream about? No wonder I'm not interested in them," he muttered under his breath.

Garcia let out an ear piercing squeal. "You just admitted to being gay! Sperek Moreid lives!"

Reid frowned at her. "All I said was that I wasn't interested in women. I could be Asexual."

Garcia deflated. "Well, yeah. There's that. Now read, Reid!"

Reid laughed, letting it drop, not bother to mention that she called him by his last name off duty, which she hated ('we were given first names for a reason, Spencer! So use them!').

Garcia was able to pinpoint the exact moment things started to get intimate. Reid's ears were the first to get red, followed by his neck, cheeks and soon he looked like the human equivalent of a boiled lobster.

"He did WHAT WITH HIS TONGUE? PENELOPE ROSE GARCIA WHAT ON EARTH AM I READING?" The younger man shrieked, recoiling from the laptop as if it were a live scorpion.

Garcia grinned. "That, my sweet, sweet boy, is called smut."

"BUT IT'S MORGAN!" He screeched, "IT'S GROS! IT'S MY CO-WORKER AND YOU PEOPLE FIND THIS HOT? IT'S NOT, IT'S..." And that was where Reid paused. Because there was a passionate, raging fire building up in him, heating him in a way he'd never felt before. And something was pulsing, and it certainly wasn't his head. "I..." another pause. "Hmm... interesting."

Reid got up hurriedly, grabbing his coat in a way that it covered his lower abdomen, and he finished his coffee. "Well, Penelope, thank you for this... enlightening visit but I must take my leave now. Raincheck?"

Garcia smirked and noddedd, watching the man leave. Before turning to an afternoon of MMORPGs, She sent a message to all members of the Sperek Moreid fanclub, of which she was president.

.:: Hello, my lovelies. 'Tis I, your lovely president P Unrated. Miss PG has had quite tan eventful morning of stomping down that nasty fourth wall. Guess which boy genius left her apartment after a particularily lemony fresh fic of Moreid? Yup, and with a not-so-little problem, too So keep an eye out around around the office. Someday soon our fantasies may come true. Just call me PG matchmaker!
Ciao, my dears!

PG-Unrated~ ::.

Less than two minutes later she received from a reply from the vice-president, 'Not your aprentiss'

.:: PG, are you serious? Is out baby boy finally growing up? -P ::.

Garcia grinned. .:: You bet your sweet tushie, Emily, you bet your sweet tushie::.