What A Message
Disclaimer: CBS owns Criminal Minds...
Summary: While trying to get ready for a Bureau issued function, Emily ponders clothing options, JJ's worried over a message and Garcia is well Garcia...
A/N: This was originally a one-shot, but I decided to make it an unrelated series of three shot, enjoy. This originally came to me from watching way too much television.
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"A point of view can be a dangerous luxury when substituted for insight and understanding." Marshall McLuhan
Emily opened up her closet, peering in as she sighed.
"Red or black?" Emily called out to the two women sitting in her living room.
"Are you going to wear a jacket?" Garcia asked.
"I don't know" Emily replied.
"Go with the red" JJ said scanning through her phone, frowning, "You always look amazing in red."
"Ok" Emily said, her eyes going over her numerous red dresses.
Emily could hear loud cursing coming from the living room, raising an eyebrow as she popped her head out the door. "What's going on out there?"
"Will" JJ said indignantly, "He left half a message, but I can't tell what the hell he wanted. Stupid cell phones."
"What are you going to do?" Garcia asked seeing her dial his number, "You're not going to call him, are you?"
"I'll leave him a voicemail" JJ said shrugging, "More personal than a text message."
Emily rolled her eyes as she went back into the room, she could hear JJ leaving a message. Shaking her head, she'll have to worry about that later.
She could hear the two blondes discussing the message and she vaguely heard Garcia promising to clean up the message when they come back from the mandated Bureau party.
"What heels are you going to wear?" Garcia called out, hearing the doorbell ring, "I got it! I've got it."
"Thanks" Emily said wondering which BAU man it was, and wondered how the hell she got roped into having her apartment being Grand Central Station to ride together with Dave in his limo.
Shaking her head, she was puzzled it was a party not a freaking prom. But Dave always wanted the best, so it was by limo they go.
"Where's Princess?" Emily heard Morgan say.
"She's getting dressed" Garcia replied, swatting him when he made a comment about giving her a hand.
"Hey, JJ" Morgan said, seeing the blonde get up with her phone to her ear walking away, "What's wrong with her?"
"Will" Garcia said raising an eyebrow seeing him, nod in understanding.
JJ was walking down the hall by the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring.
"Stupid, static..." JJ growled out answering the door.
"Hi..." Hotch said seeing JJ walk away after letting him in, "Well hello to you too."
Hotch walked in to the living room, seeing Garcia talking with Morgan who was looking bored at the conversation, and over to JJ who had her ear glued to her phone.
"Where's Emily?" Hotch asked.
"Getting ready" Garcia said, "Picked a dress, Em?"
"I'm thinking the red strapless one..." Emily called out, "Now what shoes should I wear?"
"Well what color coat are you going to wear?" Garcia called out not seeing the two men roll their eyes.
"Come on," Hotch muttered, "Pick something, we can't be late."
Garcia turned around, "But we have to look perfect. That's a rule in every woman's hand book."
"Huh" Hotch said taking a seat as he loosen the tie around his neck.
"PG? JJ? Come up here" Emily said, "I need your help matching the shoes and the bag."
Hotch looked over to Morgan who rolled his eyes as well.
"Come on, blondie" Garcia said dragging JJ with her.
"But I'm on the phone" JJ said groaning.
Hotch looked over at Morgan, "Why's JJ so attached to her cell phone lately?"
"Something about a voice message from Will" Morgan said shrugging, "It was all static and she could I guess, only catch every other word."
JJ rushed down with her phone in hand, grinning, "Thank you, Penelope Garcia."
Hotch raised an eyebrow, "I thought you were up there helping Emily pick out a hand bag or heels or something..."
"She's going over each clutch with her heels to see if they match with her dress," JJ said distracted, "Now lets see, Garcia said that..."
The doorbell rang, and Morgan went over to answer it, seeing both Reid and Dave.
JJ pushed the buttons on her cell phone and placed it next to her ear, grinning, "And victory is mine."
Pushing the buttons as she went over her message, she frowned pulling the phone away from her ear, "Well that was weird."
"What?" Dave asked coming into the room, "Where's Emily?"
"Getting ready" Garcia said coming down the stairs, "Good news, she found the perfect clutch, now all she needs are the heels to match."
Hotch, Morgan and Dave groaned while JJ looked up from her phone, "I thought she picked the red Gucci shoes?"
"They didn't match with the bag" Garcia said, "It has to be perfect."
JJ nodded, "Come over here and listen to this message."
Dave looked around the room, "Why do I feel like I'm in the middle of a sitcom?"
Morgan snorted at that, while Hotch rolled his eyes shaking his head.
"How so?" Reid asked making the three men laugh at that.
"You can't be serious, Jayje" Garcia said loudly from the kitchen.
"It was an accident" JJ said innocently, "I didn't mean to delete all his messages, just mine."
Garcia rolled her eyes, as the two women walked over to the stairs.
"Almost ready, Gumdrop?" Garcia called up the staircase.
"Just need to pick out the coat then I'm done..." Emily said, "You think I should have matched the dress to the coat?"
Hotch rolled his eyes, "Emily Prentiss, if you don't get your ass down here in three minutes, you can attend the party solo in your bra and panties..."
"Now that I wouldn't mind..." Morgan chuckled along with Dave while Hotch couldn't get that image out of his mind.
JJ pulled her eyes from her cell phone while Garcia's jaw dropped at that.
"Don't you threaten me, Hotch" Emily called out, "Or I will make it my life's mission to make sure you walk funny for the next three months."
Garcia smirked at that, while JJ went back to her phone contemplating leaving another message to make up for the deletions.
Dave reached over taking the cell phone out of her hands, smirking when he heard her groan in protest, "That's my phone, Dave."
Morgan chuckled at that, while Dave said, "And you can have it back later. We're going to be leaving soon."
"Hopefully" Morgan snorted out seeing Hotch roll his eyes.
"Emily, I'm counting to five," Hotch called out from the bottom of the staircase, "And if you're not down here by five, then I'm going up there, throw you over my shoulder and carry you down to the limo."
"Good luck with that" Dave muttered pocketing JJ's cell phone when he seen the blonde eye it.
"One" Hotch counted out, "Two... three... four..."
"Five" Emily said coming down in a strapless red dress that fell to her knees. A black sash wrapped around the waist of her dress. The black heels she wore made Hotch salivate at the sight.
Hotch stood dumbfounded, taken away by the simplistic beauty before him. He was pulled out of his stupor when Morgan wolf whistled at her.
"Looking good, Princess" Morgan said appreciatively.
"Thank you, you big bad wolf" Emily teased pulling her black coat from her arm to put on, "I'm ready whenever you all are."
"We've been ready for an hour" Dave teased.
"Shut up, Dave" Emily shot back, "Or I'll let JJ tackle you for her phone."
Emily was startled when she felt Hotch take her coat from her, and held it up for her to slip her arms in.
"Aw, what a gentleman" Garcia gushed looking over at Morgan shoving him playfully in the arm, "Now why don't you do that for me?"
"Because, Baby Girl, you're not wearing a coat with your dress" Morgan said smiling, "You've got one of those wrap things."
"Oh, ok" Garcia said shrugging, "Now come on, let's go party."
"Thank God" Dave moaned out relieved.
"Go head, Jayje" Emily murmured to the blonde watching with glee as she eyed the smug Dave.
"Hey" Dave cried out as he stumbled into the limo, "Watch the suit."
Og Mandino said, "There is an immeasurable distance between late and too late."
To Be Continued...
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