This a cheeky short oneshot that came to me today, not to worry 'The Sculptor' is still ongoing, I just wanted to write some Christmas fluff before I went back to the crazy.

Criminal Minds isn't mine, if it was, M/G would so be canon.

Please read and review, PURE M/G

The Garcia of Christmas Future

Derek Morgan lay in his bed in his mom's house, his old room still the same, with embarrassing teenage posters on the wall. He'd smiled at them, laughing at what he used to think sexy was supposed to look like. He'd grown up now, he'd seen what it actually looked like, a shining tech kitten, who he knew he should have been brave enough to tell she was amazing since about ten minutes after he'd accidentally called her Gomez.

Now he was lying in his bed, trying to settle after eating far too much, he'd be back in Virginia in just over a week, on the third of January and he was going to seriously talk to Garcia about the them thing and the Lynch thing, and the she should be with him rather than Kevin...Really he wouldn't put it off this time was his last thought as he dozed off.

"You're not gonna have time you know." Derek jerked awake at the sound of Garcia's voice. There she was sat on the end of his bed, done up like the sexiest fairy godmother this side of Grimm, in a white fifties style dress and skyscraper white sparkling heels, Christmas designs picked out in silver thread, silver wings, and an honest to god magic wand.

"Baby Girl, what are you doing here?"

"I'm not Hot Stuff, not really...I never am...but just to double check based on when I usually pop up in your imaginings where are your hands?" Garcia asked, causing Morgan to chuckle and raise his hands above the sheets.

"So what are you here for?" Morgan asked

"To warn you that you've taken too damn long."

"Warn me?"

Garcia leaned forward and kissed him softly, seeming to obscure his view of the whole room, when she leaned back, he was no longer in his bed, but standing in his sweatpants in Garcia's kitchen, watching the rest of the team bickering over the turkey, while another Garcia chuckled over her nut loaf.

"What the..."

"Don't panic...they can't see us." Garcia murmured, even as she looked over at her other self, dressed in a red and black polka dot version of the dress she now wore, aware of the smile on Morgan's face as he looked at the real Garcia.

"How does this show me I'm too late?" Morgan asked

"Just watch."

"Honey, why is there no eggnog left?" Kevin Lynch wandered through the apartment.

"Because you and Rossi drank it all." Garcia replied, kissing him as he came to stand beside her at the table.

"He's why you might be too damn late, he's gonna propose on New Years Eve...and if you don't tell her the truth before then, I never exist."

"What do you mean you'll never exist?" Derek asked softly.

"I'm from 2013 Hot Stuff...My name is Penelope Morgan...we get married on New Years Eve...If you're brave, you can have this...have me...but you have to be brave, my Noir Knight." She kissed him again, and this time, he woke up in his bed, convinced it had all be a dream, until he spotted the magic wand on the night stand.

He was out of bed in a second. "Mom I gotta book a flight."