Any worth their weight in cords can hack into a web cam.
As long as it's still plugged in…it's just a few clicks away from peering eyes.
And a certain , who had said peering eyes and was worth their weight in cords, decided it might be fun to hack into Derek Morgan's Web cam.
It was a Friday evening, and Garcia was bored. Kevin was out getting dinner and she needed something to occupy her until he returned. So she clicked a few buttons, smirking as she went.
"Let's see what happens in Castle 'la Derek Morgan on a Friday night."
Expecting to find him sitting on his couch, Clonny sprawled over his lap with paperwork everything, Garcia was surprised to see nothing but clothes.
Clothes that happened to be everywhere. When she leaned in for closer inspection she realized a sock was on the ceiling fan, while two different boots somehow ended up in the sink. A pair of pants that were positively not Derek's was strung over the back of the couch….
Garcia's eyes went wide as she spotted two very different socks scrunched up on the floor, and just like that she realized what she was witnessing.
"Oh my-" she gasped.
Before her fingers could break the connected she saw a barely dressed black body walk across the living room. Followed seconds later by an even less dressed skinny white body.
"H2O?" Derek's voice, rough and ragged, asked.
Garcia blinked.
"Thanks," Spencer replied, it a voice Garcia was positive he stole from a .
She knew it was wrong, she knew she should disconnect…but….
She leaned in a little closer as Spencer drained a half of bottle of water, watching as Derek's eyes never left the other man's throat, surprised to see an almost animalist glaze in those eyes.
When he finished, Spencer set the bottle on the table beside him.
A second later two things happen at once.
One Derek grabbed Spencer, dragging his mouth to his own.
And two, Garcia's door opened and Kevin stepped in.
Two clicks of a button and the image of her two coworkers, one now on the table with his scrawny legs wrapped around the other man, disappeared.
Kevin shot her an good glance. "What's with you?"
Garcia sat froze in her chair, her mouth slightly unhinged and a smirk smeared across her face. "Remind me to tell my hot stuff how to unplug his web cam."