Title: A Little Magic
Chapter 1: Secrets
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Criminal Minds, but I love to watch and write about them!
Author's Note: This is my first fic for Criminal Minds, I have written a couple for Crossing Jordan, but its been a while. I am a total Garcia/Morgan fan so, don't expect me to write much else :) Please read and review!
"Hey Baby Girl, I need you to work a little magic for me." Morgan said into the phone as Garcia answered.
"You know I am always up to that challenge. What'd ya got for me this time?"
"I need you to find me all of the information you can on Herman Monroe Eachann."
"You mean something other than his parents were bad at choosing names?" Garcia asked with a laugh.
"I need a little more than that Baby Girl," he said with a grin. She always kept him smiling, even on the darkest of cases.
"Give me a few and I will get back with you." Garcia replied as she disconnected the line.
The team was working a child abductor case. Any case involving kids was hard for the team, this one seemed to be excruciatingly tough though. The kidnapper abducted the child, little girls no more than 7, violated them, strangled them, and dumped their bodies at a location important to the parents. The first was left on her parent's patio, the second at the family's church, a school, the gym, the library. It was the unthinkable.
The team had narrowed the profile, and the suspect list. Topping that list was Herman Monroe Eachann.
"Talk to me baby."
"Your guy Herman has quite a history. He has been in and out of foster care, psych wards, and juvenile detention centers. He has a rap sheet a mile long, although I assume you know that. I'm sending you everything I have."
"Thanks Baby Doll, you are the greatest."
"Don't I know it!" She replied grinning from ear to ear.
*****
The gang came back from Georgia mentally exhausted. They had caught Herman, but the case had taken its toll on everyone. Hotch immediately called Haley to stop by to visit his son, kid cases always left him with a need to see Jack. JJ headed home to her family. Everyone else headed to the bar to relax a bit before heading their separate ways.
Reid, Garcia, and Rossi held the table while Prentiss and Morgan hit the dance floor. Garcia sat drooling over Morgan. While Reid and Rossi talked over past cases.
"I'd like a Sex on the Beach," Garcia told the waitress as Morgan came up from behind.
"I'll show you some sex on the beach," Morgan whispered in her ear.
"Promises, promises."
Morgan, done dancing for the night, joined that table, Prentiss followed a few minutes later. They chatted and harassed each other for another hour.
"Well all, I think I have reached my limit and am going to head home," Garcia announced. As she got down from the bar stool, she stumbled.
"Woah there baby, I think you may have had one too many," Morgan replied as he grabbed her arm to help steady her. "I am going to take you home. No one I love is going to drive home like that."
Part of her wanted to decline, say she was fine, but another part liked the idea of spending time alone with Morgan. She conceded and they said their goodbyes and headed out.
When they arrived at Penelope's place, Derrick got out of the car and rushed to her side to open her door.
"Always the gentleman," Penelope teased.
They walked to her door as she fumbled for the keys, Morgan noticed the door was slightly open. "Stop, wait here," he whispered. He took out his gun and quietly checked through her apartment. He deaded back to the door.
"Did you forget to lock your door?" He asked as he put his gun away and ushered her inside. She was visibly shaken.
"I…I don't think so." Her eyes darted around the room trying to see if anything was out of place. That's when she noticed it. Her laptop was open on the kitchen table, it was on, and the screen was up. "Derrick, my laptop."
"it's right there."
"No, I know it's there, but someone has been on it."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. I never leave my screen up like that. It is set to auto shut off after 10 minutes. Someone's been on my system."
"What were they doing, can you tell?" She sat down at the computer and began typing away. After a few minutes the screen went dark and a message popped up.
I know your secrets.
"What the hell does that mean?" She asked on the verge of hysteria. Memories of her shooting and the hacking of her system at work came flooding back.
"I don't know but we are getting you the hell out of here. Let's go."
