Garcia lounged in her office chair, twirling a blonde lock around her finger. The phone came to life, joulting Garcia to life with it. She taped the answer button with her fingernail.
"You are live with Garcia. Please state your purpose in life mortal," she said with a grin. The smooth tones of Derek Morgan came down the line.
"Oh, I can give you one purpose baby," he said teasingly. Garcia giggled.
"I need you to find me all men who have been recently released from prison for charges of rape and burgarly, within the last three weeks. Also, cross reference that with men who have been to councelling for abuse." Garcia cracked her fingers and let her fingers fly across her beloved keypad.
"I have 12 results, anything else?" she asked. Derek inhaled and whispered to someone beside him, most likely Hotch or Rossi.
"Right, are any of them a Nevada native?" Garcia smiled.
"Philip Brenning, 3285 Gallowin Drive, Carson City." Derek laughed down the line.
"Thanks baby girl," he said.
"Anytime sweet thang, I bid you ado for now," she said and hung up, reclining in her chair once more. She loved her job sometimes.