Goddess Gone Wild

By: Sunny

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm only playing with them.

Summary: Garcia sends an email to Morgan only he never gets it. "In this email I detailed how I would like to strip this profiler naked, tie him to my bed and do unspeakable things to his delectable body," Garcia said hurriedly.

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"Ouch," Derek yelled loudly as he rubbed his arm. "What did you do that for?"

"That's for not answering my email," Garcia smiled sweetly at him as she joined him at the bar.

"What email?" he inquired as he waved to the bartender.

"The one I sent you this afternoon," she said vaguely as the bartender and their other friends joined them.

Everyone put in their order and moved off to grab a table. Garcia sat between Morgan and JJ while Emily and Reid grabbed the other remaining seats.

"You sent me seven emails this afternoon," Morgan pointed out continuing their conversation. "Which one didn't I reply to?"

"The one I sent to you about the thing we've been talking about," she replied sparingly.

Before Morgan could reply Emily joined in. "Well, I wasn't interested before but now I am – what have you two been talking about?"

"Nothing," Garcia replied quickly a blush quickly staining her cheeks. Everyone at the table turned their attention to her.

"I didn't get an email about that," Morgan said as the waitress stopped and dropped off their drinks. He picked up his beer and took a deep swallow.

"Yes you did," Garcia argued.

"I didn't, Baby Girl."

She grabbed her purse rummaging for a moment before pulling out her phone. "I'll show you," she growled as she punched heavily on the buttons. The table was quiet for a few minutes.

"Ah- ha!" she cried triumphantly. "I sent it at 3 o'clock to one…."

She dropped the phone on the table.

"Oh my Gawd!" she screamed looking panicked.

"What's the matter," JJ asked as she reached for the phone.

Garcia grabbed it away from her and held it to her breast.

"Garcia what's wrong?" Morgan asked gently.

She swallowed hard as she looked at him tears were building behind her lashes. "I sent it to him," she whispered.

Morgan started to laugh then stopped himself. "Baby Girl are you sure?"

"What is wrong?" JJ asked.

"Sent what to whom?" Reid inquired.

"Will someone tell us what is going on," Emily demanded.

Garcia looked around the table at the concerned faces of her friends. She took a deep breath. "I wrote an email to Morgan about a certain profiler that I like."

"Ok," JJ smiled reassuringly.

"In this email I detailed how I would like to strip this profiler naked, tie him to my bed and do unspeakable things to his delectable body," Garcia said hurriedly.

"It's safe to believe that this profiler is not Morgan or Reid," Emily speculated.

JJ was biting her lip and Reid looked perplexed.

"Why would you write something like that?" Reid asked.

"It was an email between friends," Garcia defended.

"Friends talk about things like that," Morgan said in camaraderie.

"My friends don't," Reid pointed out.

"None of your friends have girlfriends," Emily replied.

"Do your friends even know what girls are?" Morgan teased.

Garcia shrieked and dropped her now ringing phone on the table.

"Are you going to answer that?" Reid asked.

"No," Garcia replied emphatically. "And neither are any of you!"

JJ leaned over the table and peered at the phone screen. She smiled and looked up at her friend. "Honey, I think David Rossi wants to talk to you!"

The End, for now

insert evil laughter