"Jayje! You're making stuff up!"
"Oh, Garcia," she laughed. "It's true."
"Nu-uh. No way. That's too much."
"I'm telling you! She did."
"Tell me what happened, JJ. From the beginning."
JJ smiled at Garcia. They told each other everything that was happening on the team. They were kind of like the team's gossips, but only when they were together. JJ could remember when Garcia told her about Sir Kneighf, her online knight in shining armor. Who, incidentally, turned out to be an unsub… JJ remembered when Garcia came to her frantic because Rossi came to her apartment while she and Kevin were in the shower. JJ knew that Garcia relied on her for support, stability, and gossip.
"Okay, so you remember that night the three of us went out after coming back from L.A.? Right before we went to Alaska. Em and I were talking about him. She was convinced that he was just an arrogant, egotistical guy, but I saw him as a hot British dude. I mean, come on. Mick Rawson was gorgeous." Garcia giggled. JJ giggled with her. "Anyway, I was going to get Em to call him. Except then we got called into Alaska." JJ paused. Garcia was still a little sore about what had happened in Franklin, about watching someone die in her arms.
A moment of sadness crossed Garcia's face. Then, she remembered that JJ was still telling a story that was going to be incredibly exciting. "So? We got back to Quantico and…?"
"Well, after the plane landed, I asked Emily if she wanted to grab a quick snack. We went to a diner near her place, and while we were there, I brought Mick up again. 'Come on, Em! Can't you at least call him?' I pleaded.
'JJ,' she answered. 'Mick is not dating material.'
'How do you know that? Can't you just give him a chance?'
"I guess Em realized that I wasn't giving up on this. Because she rolled her eyes and kind of snarled at me as only Emily can. Right when she did that, her phone buzzed. My eyes lit up in the hope that it was Mick, and it was! Em picked up, but her end of the conversation consisted of yes, no, and sounds good. She told me that the next night, she and Mick were going to go out to a bar for drinks and dancing. Now, mind you, this was one of the swankiest, fanciest bars in D.C."
"That's so great! Good for her!" Garcia grinned.
"Wait, Penelope. I'm not done," JJ giggled. "I called her the day after her date with Mick. 'Hey, Em! How was your date?'
'Uhhh… it was… fine.'
'You're not hungover, are you? Come on, Em.'
'No, no, no, Jayje. Just… tired.'
"Then I heard a man's voice call in the background, "Prentiss? What that your phone?"
'OH MY- NO WAY. You didn't. You did NOT hook up with Mick last night.'
'Sorry, Jayje. Gotta go. Bye.'
"And she hung up. That was earlier today. So tomorrow when she comes into the office, we're going to pester her until she tells us, okay?"
"Awww you know it, Jayje! I live for moments like this!" Garcia and JJ knuckle-touched, and giggled together, knowing that Prentiss was going to be so embarrassed about hooking up with Mick, and knowing that it was going to be so much fun trying to extract that information from her.