Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi had just laid his head on his pillow and closed his eyes. Sweet, blissful sleep was just about to overtake him when he was jolted right out of his bed. He looked at the clock on his nightstand, 3a.m., What the hell?, who would be calling at this hour? As he searched his jeans for his cell phone his mind raced. The team had just gotten back from a grueling case in Kansas only two hours ago. No way they'd caught another case so soon. "Rossi" he barked into the phone. He waited for a reply but heard nothing. "This is Rossi..." he said again getting a little pissed. Then he heard it, the quiet sobbing on the other end of the line.
"Who is this? Hello" he repeated. "Agent Rossi?" came a whisper followed by more sobbing. "Yes! Who is this?" he growled into the phone. "Sir, it's me...it's Garcia." Penelope said between sobs. "Kitten?" Dave's tone softened immediately, "What is it Kitten? What's wrong?" "I'm in trouble...I need you...your help." she cried. Dave was confused, why the hell had she called him? Wasn't Morgan her chocolate knight in shining whipped cream armor? "Where are you Garcia?" Dave asked running his hand over his eyes. As he waited for her to respond he picked up his jeans and began pulling them on. He had a feeling he wasn't going to be able to help from the comfort of his much missed king sized bed. "I'm ummm...well, the thing is" Penelope stammered between hiccups, "I've been arrested." "WHAT?" Dave kicked it in high gear and ran to his SUV. "Hang on Kitten, I'm on my way. Have you called Hotch? Morgan?" he asked. "No sir, only you. Please hurry, I'm so scared!' Dave assured Garcia he'd be there as fast as he could and floored his SUV. Someone, somewhere was going to pay! Nobody arrested Penelope Garcia and got away with it!
Dave stalked into the police station his eyes surveying the room looking for the man in charge. He strolled up to the Captains desk, "Excuse me" he said flashing his badge, "I'd like to talk to Penelope Garcia". "I'm sure you would" the Captain replied not looking up from his case file. Dave slid his badge under the cops nose "I said, I'd like to see Ms. Garcia". The Captain looked up and rose from his chair. "Yes sir, right this way". "Maybe you can tell me just why Ms. Garcia has been arrested?" Dave asked. "Maybe you can tell me why an F.B.I. agent is so interested?" the cop scoffed. "Not that it matters, but Penelope Garcia is the best technical analyst the F.B.I. has on staff." Dave answered matter of factly. "Really? Isn't that interesting?" the cop chuckled. "Why do you say that?" "Well Agent Rossi, your little technical analyst has just been arrested for first degree murder!" Dave stopped dead in his tracks "What the hell are you talking about? Are you fucking nuts?" The cop opened one of the holding cell doors, "Don't believe me? Ask her yourself!"
What David Rossi saw next made his blood boil. There on the cot sat Garcia. She was in a blue lace and silk thigh length nightie. She sat curled up, trying to stretch the length of the nightgown to her ankles and not having any luck. She was shivering, crying and on the verge of hyperventilation. "Damn it!" Rossi cursed as he removed his wool overcoat and draped it over her. "What the hell is wrong with you people! Couldn't you have given her something to cover up with?" he yelled at the cop. "Dave, you're here!" Penelope breathed a sigh of relief and flung herself into his arms. "I didn't know what to do...I didn't know who to call..." she babbled through the fresh tears that fell from her soft eyes. "It's alright Kitten, I'm here now." Dave wrapped her in his arms and stroked her hair. "Shhh now Penny, it's going to be ok" he soothed.
Dave sat her down on the cot and picked up his coat that had fallen to the floor and put it around her shoulders. "Wanna tell me what all this is about?" he asked gently. "I don't know, I mean, I know what they said, but I didn't do anything!" Penelope cried. "Kitten, you're going to have to be more specific. I can't help if I don't know what you're being charged with and why." Penelope took a deep breath. "They think I killed Kevin," she began. "They what?" he exploded. "They said I killed Kevin." She repeated. "They said they can prove it...that they have all this evidence and it all points to me." "You have got to be fucking kidding me! This is some kind of nightmare right? I'm really still at home in my nice warm bed..." Dave stood up and began to pace around the holding cell. His mind was racing trying to figure out what his next move should be.
"Penny, why did you call me? Why not Morgan? Hell, why not Hotch?" Dave asked. Penelope suddenly couldn't take her eyes off the floor. It seemed an eternity before she finally answered. "Well sir, I knew you all had just gotten home and I didn't want to bother Hotch, I mean...well, you know with Jack and all." Dave nodded, he understood that. "And Morgan?" he asked again. Penelope let out a heavy sigh. "Derek Morgan is an egotistical asshole and I never want to see or talk to him again!" she said narrowing her eyes and glaring at him. Shit! What the bloody hell had Morgan done now? "What did he do Kitten?" Dave asked not really sure he wanted to hear the answer. "Nothing you need to worry about my deliciously Italian bacio al cioccolato. All I want to know is if you can get me out of here." Did she just call me her deliciously Italian bacio al cioccolato? And why did that make my heart rate jump a mile? "Tell you what Kitten, you stay right here all curled up and warm in my coat and I'll go see just what this so called evidence amounts to." Dave kissed her on the forehead. "I'll get you out of here, even if I have to hurt someone to do it" he promised. As he got up to leave he turned, "I might have to call in Hotch, you ok with that?" Penelope nodded, "If I have no other choice I suppose I'll have to be." "One more thing Garcia...did you just call me your deliciously Italian chocolate filled kiss?" He could swear he saw a blush stain her cheeks before she giggled. "I did..." "Why?" "Because all of the sudden my sweet tooth saw a gorgeous glass of gelato and wanted to be satisfied." she shrugged. Dave shook his head and went to find Captain Jerk-off. Why did I even ask?he wondered.
It took longer than he would've liked, but Rossi was finally able to convince the cop that they had jumped the gun in arresting Garcia. Their "overwhelming evidence" consisted of her finger prints at the scene, fuckin no brainer since she was Lynch's girlfriend, and video of her leaving Lynch's apartment two days before the murder. TWO DAYS! Rossi shook his head. Just where the hell were these cops getting their training these days? He sat at the Captains desk, feet propped up on it, as he waited for them to give the go ahead for Garcia's release.
Penelope had finally calmed down. Agent Rossi was here, he'd take care of her. She relaxed into the cot and pulled his coat snugly around her. She took a deep breath and the smell of Dave's cologne assaulted her senses. Damn that man always smells so good, it should be illegal! Penny closed her eyes suddenly caught up in a very inappropriate fantasy about Agent Rossi. She didn't give a second thought to the butterflies in her stomach. Nor did she care that the wicked things she was imagining doing with SSA Rossi would most definitely be against the inter-office non-fraternization moratorium. A very content sigh left her lips as she fell asleep.
"It's about damn time!" Dave said as he was finally given permission to take Garcia away from this hell hole. "Is everyone in this precinct a fuckin moron or is it just you jack asses on the night shift?" he grunted to the young officer who was leading him to Garcia. "Uh, Sir?" the young cop replied. "Sorry kid, been a long night" Dave half-assed apologized as they reached the holding cell. As the cop unlocked the door Dave couldn't help but smile a little at the sight before him. Nestled in his coat, just like his Kitten should be, lay a sleeping Penelope. Wait...what? Like my Kitten should be? Holy hell!
Dave reached to smooth a stray curl from Garcia's face, "Kitten...wake up. It's time to go." he said softly. Garcia stirred and opened her eyes. "Agent Rossi!" she exclaimed, "what are you doing?" Penelope was confused, still half in her dream where David Rossi was slowly and expertly ravishing her love starved body. "We can leave Penny, they are letting you go." Dave held out his hand to help her stand. "Just like that?" she gasped. "No, not just like that" Dave chuckled. "It took me almost three hours to convince the good Captain to see things my way". he explained. "Your way? Oh God, don't tell me you threatened he'd be 'swimmin' with the fishes' if he didn't see things your way!" she cracked. "Funny Kitten" Dave said as he took the coat she handed back to him. "I'm ready, lets roll Agent Affogato".
"Penny, put this coat on now!" Dave ordered. "But Sir, it's your coat...don't you need it?" she asked. Damn that woman! Couldn't she see the effect she had on every male in the station? That her little nightie was fueling the burning of a dozen fires? Dave himself couldn't take his eyes off of her. He stood there, his eyes riveted to every one of her sinful curves and felt the urge to pin her against the wall and rain hot kisses over every inch of her skin. "Please Kitten" Dave finally choked, "you'll freeze to death out there!" Slowly she came toward him her eyes never leaving his. He could swear there was an extra sway in her hips. She was face to face with him, looking at his mouth. She licked her lips and brought her mouth just a little closer to his. Dave stood frozen, what the hell kind of game was she playing now? He held his breath unable to look away. He knew he should say something, hell, anything to break this spell she was weaving over him but he couldn't. A part of him wondered just how far Garcia was willing to go.
After an eternity he got his answer. It wasn't sure it was the one he really wanted, but it was an answer none the less. "Thank you my scrumptious torta al vino" she whispered against his lips then turned and slid her arms into his coat. She winked over her shoulder at him as she exited the cell. Dave took a few deep, cleansing breaths and willed himself to move. He was too old for this, wasn't he?