a/n: It's been a while once again! Hopefully I'll be writing more again in the New Year!

This is for the Chit Chat on Author's Corner Christmas Challenge. Merry Christmas, BonesBird (and to everyone else reading!) Hope it does it justice. The first chapter's really short! (Part1 of 3)

Prompts: tree, tinsel, fairy lights
Song: O Little Town Of Bethlehem

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds...but, oh! If I did...

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Beginning to speed up his pace as he rounded the corner into the bull pen, heading for the conference room, Morgan hoped that this wasn't a new case they were being called in on. It was almost Christmas and he really didn't want to be running half way across the country to catch an UNSUB when he could be getting ready for one of his favourite times of the year. He wanted to keep his Christmas spirit and chasing after a derange killer would quickly drain him of all he had mustered so far.

He wasn't the only one thinking this.

Garcia was walking as fast as her six inch heels could carry, her mind preoccupied as she hoped and prayed that Hotch had not called them in on a case, not when it was only a week before Christmas and their usual Christmas tradition of present swapping and her and Morgan's Christmas movie night were so close. It was something they all looked forward to and she didn't think any of her wonderful Profiler pals would be able to keep their chiooer Christmassy feeling for any length of time when faced up against another heinous UNSUB. As she spun round the last corner toward the conference room she went careering into someone with a yelp of surprise as she bounced back a few steps. Looking up she was met with the smiling face of Derek Morgan.

Turning in his place, Morgan couldn't help the massive smile that grew with each passing moment. His eyes dragged over every delicious Christmassy inch of her: from the silver tinsel that was weaved into her red hair rather artistically and the Christmas tree earrings all the way down to her red heels, with what – if he wasn't mistaken – were tiny little candy canes printed on them: the woman was Christmas personified and he shouldn't have expected anything else, Penelope Garcia didn't scrimp when it came to any holiday, she always had every little detail covered and a few surprises up her sleeve. He chuckled good naturedly at her Christmas attire before dragging his eyes back up her body hungrily to meet her eyes once more, tampering down his body's natural reaction to seeing her and tucking it away inside his heart once again.

"Too much?" She asked with an unabashed smile, knowing that Derek Morgan definitely liked what he saw. It was one of those rare times that his eyes were telling her everything he wouldn't and she intended to have some fun with it.

"Never." He said with feeling, "you," he began, taking her hand and motioning for her to do a little twirl, "are," he paused, watching as her red skirt floated out and back in with her twirling body, "a walking Christmas wonderland, Baby Girl." He finished as she ended her spin facing him once more.

"Why thank you, Hot Stuff, wanna know a secret?" She teased with a sultry smile. When he nodded, his ever so expressive brown eyes looking at her expectantly she took a step closer, plucking at his t-shirt playfully: "the earrings even sing." She said, somewhat breathlessly before turning away from him and quickly heading for the conference room, smiling largely as she heard his raucous, loud laughter echo after her, he hadn't expected that one that was for sure; Garcia 1 – Morgan 0.