Secret's Out

" Three women have been murdered in Miami..." Garcia explained. She could barely stay focused on the presentation, though. Not when she was looking at Aaron Hotchner meticulously combing through the file.

"Garcia, who were the victims?" Hotch asked.

"Uh...Blanche Deveraux, Dorothy Zbornak, and Rose Nylund. It was a quadruple homicide. They were all murdered in the apartment they shared together."

"Garcia get me everything you can on the victims," Hotch commanded.

"Yes sir," Garcia grinned. She loved it when he commanded her.

"Wheels up in thirty," Hotch said.

Wheels up. That line got her every time. It let the team know that Hotch was in charge. She giggled to herself and went to dig up dirt on the victims.

On the jet, the team was discussing the victims. Garcia listened in, providing them with any new information she could find.

"Blanche Deveraux," Rossi quipped, "I remember her. I remember Hotch and I were questioning her about tax evasions in the 1990s."

"And I remember her saying I was 'sexy' in my suit and tie and when I was interrogating her," Hotch snarked.

"Can't say I blame her," Garcia blurted out.

Hotch glared in her direction. Garcia immediatley tuned out.

Hotch just leaned back in his chair and smirked.

They caught their unsub in three days. It was an old boyfriend of Blanche's. When Hotch got back, Hotch said to Garcia, "I need to see you in my office."

"Yes sir," Garcia said a bit too eagerly.

"Miss Garcia, I trust you know the appropriate behavior for work. I trust you know how to

respond to a superior."

"Yes sir."

"Now, I will be addressing your comment on the jet just once." Hotch growled.

"Oh, that comment, that was just a lie...I was just..." Garcia blushed. She turned away from him. It was no use. The normally composed Unit Chief grabbed her arm.

"I don't appreciate lying Miss Garcia," he hissed, "now. How do you want to play this?" He growled in her ear.

Garcia couldn't help herself. She kissed him with all the ferocity in the world. Hotch returned the kiss with equal ferocity.

"Close the blinds," Hotch ordered.

"Is that an order?" Garcia teased.

Hotch spun her around to face him. They kissed with all their might.

"Why do you do this to me?" Garcia mummured.

"Do what, Penelope?" Hotch asked innocently.

"Why do you have to get all dark and growly?" she panted.

"Why do you not fight me?" Hotch grinned.

"Because I love you...very much...wouldn't fight," the analyst panted. She narowed his eyes.

They were exhausted. They were laying down on the floor.

"Penelope," Hotch confessed, "I love you. I don't want this to be a one time thing. You brighten my day up. You make me forget about all the atrocities we see every day.. Penelope. Be mine." He kissed her forehead.

"Oh, Aaron. I was always yours even in my dreams," she flirted. She kissed his face.

"I was so worried you didn't want me!"

"Penelope, why would you say that?" Hotch asked.

"Everyone thinks I'm this goody goody tech girl who loves unicorns and penguins and all. But I love a tall, dark, mysterious man. Besides, you like brunettes. I'm a blonde."

"Penelope, your hair does not matter to me. What matters to me is you are a sexy woman. Honestly, Penelope, I didn't know you had it in you to do that!" He kissed her hair.

"Aww...is that a compliment?"

"Yes it is. And I would love to take you out to dinner tonight. How about seven?"

"Uh...seven's good," she stammered. They both laughed.

"I'm really glad you blabbed to the team," Hotch said.

"So am I." She leaned against him.

"But you didn't anwer my question," Garcia said.

"Oh, you might've accidentally left your computer journal open."

Garcia gasped.

"You read all that?"

"And then some." They both blushed.

"I know exactly what you want. And I'm glad you left it open." He squeezed her tight.

"See you at seven SSA Hotchner."