A/N: A little one-shot to celebrate the return of my internetz. Take a second to let me know what you think please. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated with Criminal Minds...
Her muscles had tensed at first, but now they were absolutely relaxed. She was nothing but putty in his hands. "Oh wow, you are a God at this," Emily lazily praised.
The smile that appeared on Garcia's face told her that Derek was about to drop one of his flirtatious come backs. "You have no idea how many times I've heard that exact phrase." Her body juddered underneath his grasp as a silent laugh shook her frame.
"And just what is going on in here?" J.J. asked as she walked through the door to Penelope's office.
"J.J.," Emily mumbled halfheartedly, the side of her face flat on the desk next to Garcia's keyboard. "Have you ever gotten a back rub from Morgan?"
J.J. let out a chuckle at her friend's lack of composure. "No, but he did massage my feet one time when I was pregnant." She stepped up beside her friend, scrunching her face when she saw the drool. Shaking her head, she continued. "From then on, whenever Will did it, I couldn't look him in the eye." They all laughed at the over exaggeration.
"What did the boss-man send me?" Garcia asked expectantly.
J.J. physically refocused her attention to the original reason for her visit. "He actually sent me to see if these two had any new information. I can see they're working real hard."
Garcia turned back to her computer before answering with a smirk. "They actually were earlier. We've compiled a list of possible suspects based on new restrictions to the profile. I just emailed the list, as well as a rundown of the new restrictions, to the overlord." Emily raised a brow at the nickname. Garcia faced her friends again, challenging the uncomfortable silence. "Hotch," she said with a shrug, as if it were obvious.
"Right." J.J. walked a few paces toward the door, and then stopped. She turned on the spot and began to shuffle backward. "You know, this sort of thing," she paused to waggle her finger at the pair of field agents, "is probably why I've been hearing rumors about the two of you around the office."
That had gotten the attention of both Derek and Emily, stopping the massage abruptly. "What rumors?" they asked in a nervous unison.
"Oh, don't worry about that," Garcia said knowingly, facing her computer again. "People have been saying that about them for years. I'll be sure to let you know when it's true."
"Great," J.J. teased. "I'll bring the popcorn." With that, she left.
A sudden, awkward tension filled the small room. "We better..." Emily began, only to get cut-off by her partner as they both stood hurriedly.
"Hotch is going to be looking for us." Derek managed to get out as he caught the chair that Emily had toppled over in her haste.
"Yeah." Emily would have agreed to just about anything in that moment if it led to getting out of that room and away from Derek. "Thanks for letting us hide out, Pen."
They both rushed for the exit in a hurry, each one finding themselves deflected from their intended course by an opposing shoulder. They each backed away and urged the other to go, only to end up in the same position. A frazzled Emily shoved Derek to the side and walked out as fast as her feet would take her.