This is the translated version of "Anthrax, Gift der Liebe?". As you can see I'm not an native English speaker, so, tell me if I suck, or am bearable.

Thanks to buddyboots, who asked me to translate it. /hail her (hope I got the right pronoun) Hail her on your knees!/

Have fun :D

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"What's up, Baby Girl?"

The dark skinned FBI-Agent held the phone to his ear, while running his fingers through his - sadly -non-existent Hair. He couldn't stop himself from grinning, even though the situation was very serious, and looked up to the warming sun, that bathed the well-kept garden into pleasant light.

An Outsider could think, that the armed guy wasn't here to stop a psychopath, that tried to wipe out humanity with airborne poison, but to search for a good place to start a Barbecue or something.

Garcia's warble voice answered him immediately: "Your friendly neighborhood Oracle of all things knowable and unknowable at your service. Darling, his laboratory… There's neither Anthrax nor its antidote…! They didn't even find Meth there, what's kind of a pity, because…"

"Its clean? You sure? Oh man…" Derek Morgan theoretically had cut off the woman, but the caring tone to his voice was enough for her to accept that. That's why Penelope hugged herself with pleasure, and leaned back in her stool at the "cave". She wasn't on field work. Actually she never was. Hackers were almost like Vampires, avoiding bright places, and everyone knew that. Yeah, she had been working towards that medic-studium, but then she failed, and that's why she sat here, helping profilers to find horrible Persons and get them into the place they deserved.

To hell.

Well most of the time to jail, but hell sounded a lot better to the Blonde.

Garcia quickly made a pout, that made her ubiquitous smile disappear for a second, but then she returned back to work, brightly grinning as always.

„Let's see…"

The usual toot permeated the Phone as he hung up, and pushed the Machine back into his pocket. Then he turned around with the words "Hehj, Reid, Gracia says th…" , but the young Doctor already had met his antimatter.

/Where the heck is this Kid again?/

He called out once: „Reid?" Morgan turned around again: "Reid?!" His voice became louder, more panicked, and now he started to jog into the direction in which the Genius probably disappeared.

He passed a shrub of roses, which - without doubt - were all unique beautiful, but he wouldn't have given them his attention anyway, so he just continued heading to the little house.

A sliding door made out of glass awaited him there, and directly lead into the secret Laboratory. It was opened wide enough to leave the person he searched for through, (that slim b*stard) but if he himself wanted to get in there, he presumably had to open it a little bit m… The Agent left out a relieved breath, as he saw the Object of his desire (hihi, ambiguous). "Reid!" The brown haired man suddenly turned around in a flash, and closed the door, what nudged the older one to amusedly raise his eyebrows.

But then he realized what his partner shouted, and a step wrinkle appeared on his forehead.

"Morgan? What are you doing here?! Get lost!" Was that… Panic, in Spencers voice?

"Wha…? Leave me in!" The quiet click of a door being locked was the last and horrifying sound, of what awaited Derek now. The Genius took his hand from the door, and looked up, in which his gaze met with the older ones.

Morgan noticed the pure essential fear in his eyes. But not the fear, of what could happen to the Doctor himself… no… It was the fear that his partner could've gotten in contact with the air inside of this strange room.

„Im sorry."

The glance of the man digressed, and then his pupils widened in shock, as he saw the broken test tube, leaking strange white powder, in the middle of the laboratory.

Anthrax.

/Fuck./