The French Connection
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not now and never will be.
Summary: While passing the time at the BAU, the team hears a story...
A/N: This was a little something that came to me, not to be taken all too seriously. Just go with it and I hope you all enjoy.
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"Everything in life is connected somehow. You may have to dig deep to find it but it's there." Author Unknown
Dave walked into the break room bypassing the two arguing men as he maneuvered his way over to the smaller table next to the break table.
"No, I'm sorry there is no possible way that weapons that the storm troopers used in the original Star Wars could ever be considered classics," Reid began, "After all they are essentially Sterling L2A3 9mm SMG."
"What is it with you boys and your toys?" Garcia muttered, perplexed as she looked up from the break table, "What's that?"
"Basically military sub machine guns developed in the late '40s in the UK and adopted by the British and Canadian Armies in the 1950s," Dave explained looking up from his paper, "Now if you don't mind I need to check my sports page."
Hotch kept his eyes trained on the paper work before him, while Morgan and Reid joined in on the card game continuing their conversation.
Garcia sighed in boredom watching her two favorite girls slapping cards down on the table.
"Straight, read 'em and weep," JJ grinned, setting her cards down before reaching forward to collect her winnings.
"Uh uh. Not so fast, blondie," the brunette smirked at the scowl on the younger woman's face, she set her own deck down, "Full house. Sevens over jacks."
JJ scoffed shoving the cards down at Emily, who then casually shuffled them together, "Still say there's a whole other side of you."
"Girl, I've got moves no one's ever seen," she teased, turning to the unusually silent woman beside her, "What about you, PG? You think I'm a card shark?"
"Huh?" she said, sipping her iced tea, "Oh, yeah deal me in."
The two female agents exchanged puzzled looks, "Uh, Garcia? Are you all right?"
"Hmm?" she flinched when a pair of short finger nails snapped in front of her face, "Oh, sorry. My bad."
"Garcia?" Emily softly said, "What's wrong?"
"Uh, nothing" she quickly answered, "Just thinking."
"That can't be good," Morgan teased, earning a glare from JJ.
"About?" Emily asked, passing a card over to the silent in concentration Reid, "Hey, are you and Kevin still on the outs?"
"Not really," she shrugged, "We're just taking it one day at a time, you know?" trying to divert the attention off herself, "How about you, Gumdrop? Any European princes knocking down your door?"
At that question Dave looked up from the sports page of the newspaper, his eyes scanning over to the tense Hotch. The older man internally rolled his eyes, hiding the smirk when he noticed Hotch's gaze locked on to their recently returned agent.
"Oh yeah, but they were all toads," she chuckled softly, "Anyway why are we having this heart to heart about me when we're suppose to have fun?"
"Fun? At the BAU?" Garcia sputtered, turning to JJ, "Did she just say 'fun'?"
"She said 'fun'," JJ reiterated with a sigh, "Look, if we're going to play, then lets play, otherwise I'm going to have to go back to my off..."
Garcia covered the blonde's mouth with her hands, "You do NOT finish that sentence Jennifer Jareau LaMontagne, otherwise I will use my fairy dust on you and turn you into Tinkerbell."
"Someone's feisty," Morgan teased, flinching when he felt a boot connect to his shin, "You did not just kick me."
"I think she did," Emily chuckled, her attention going back to their friends, "Look PG, as much fun as it is watching you manhandle JJ... Can you let her go?"
"Fine," the blonde muttered.
JJ raised a perplexed eyebrow but nodded, allowing Garcia to remove her hand which JJ flinched, "Please lay off the pork rinds, Garcia."
Garcia sniffed her hand, shrugging, "Can't make promises. So... what's new ladies?"
"Uh uh," Emily said, stopping the bubbly woman from changing the subject, "You are not going to do THAT. Now out with it."
"Out with what?" she coyly asked, toying with a potato chip in her hand.
"Spill Garcia or I will cut off the hair of every single troll doll you own," JJ threatened her friend, "Including the Wizard troll."
"No," the blonde gasped, "Not my Wizard..."
"Spill it," Emily pondered what had her friend so distracted.
"I overheard some of the guys," she started, not noticing that Hotch, Morgan and Reid looked up at that.
"Overheard them about what?" JJ rolled her eyes, the idea that the men of the BAU had to be something annoying but good.
"Talking about their first times," Garcia leaned in to whisper, "You know, 'first times'."
Morgan scoffed but Dave's eyebrow shot up at that turning his attention on to his team leader who was not impressed by this conversation but held his tongue as he was going over case notes.
"Ugh," JJ scoffed, turning to her brunette friend.
"And this is what has you acting all un-Garcia like?" Emily asked confused, "Big deal, it's just sex."
"Really," Morgan added, stealing the deck of cards from Emily.
"Ugh, not that 'first' time," Garcia sighed, "The first kill."
"Huh?" JJ scrunched up her nose in revolted confusion but Emily and Morgan's interest piqued, while Dave abandoned the conversation to return to his newspaper.
"Oh," the brunette pursed her lip, "Well that's a healthy conversation."
"I know," the technical analyst hissed, "Imagine if Strauss or the Bureau shrink heard THAT."
"This is a fun topic," Hotch muttered over his notes, "How about we table this conversation before we all end up in front of the subcommittee again?"
The brunette smirked, "Well you know what that means?"
"What?" Reid queried.
"Oh, you mean..." Garcia asked, her spirits lifting at the possibilities before her looking over at her blonde friend, "Ooh."
"What?" Reid repeated while Hotch turned his eyes on to Dave who raised an eyebrow.
"Uh ladies? I don't know what it is," Hotch began his eyes traveling to the three women on his team, "Or maybe I'm a little slow but what are you two planning?"
Emily watched as Garcia gave their boss an innocent look, "Us? Planning something? Quel blasphème."
"Huh?" Morgan rolled her eyes, "Out with it, baby girl."
Dave smirked, he knew where this was going as he recognized the look on the two women's faces while JJ kept her eyes trained on the coffee cup in her hand.
"Garcia," Hotch set his pen down, "I'm not going to ask you again."
"Then don't," the blonde quipped, noticing her two female friends wince at that, "What?"
"Glad to see that you're in a better mood mama," Morgan said, returning to his cards, "But unless you want a spanking," he titled his head giving her a smirked look, "I suggest you move this conversation into another direction."
"Way to kill my good mood," Garcia muttered, "I. Am. Bored."
"That's it," Dave threw down his paper with a sigh, "Everyone gather around the table."
"What?" Hotch raised his eyebrow, "Dave?"
"Aaron don't make me tell you again," Dave barked out, "Since none of you are going to let me read the sports page in peace, we're going to have to find another way to pass the time, other than drinking."
"I'd kill for a drink," Morgan muttered.
"Same here," Emily and Garcia murmured but where quickly silenced with a look.
"Children sit," Dave commanded one more time, watching as Morgan scooted over for Hotch to sit between him and Emily, "Good, now listen."
Dave reached across the small table wrenching the small book from Reid's hands, "Hey!"
A piercing stare stopped the younger agent from making any other protests, "Now since no one is happy with their current free time here at the BAU, I'm going to tell you all a little story."
"Story?" Hotch questioned, "Look Rossi, there are more important things I could be doing right now..."
"Then why aren't you?" Dave quipped, noting the uncomfortable look that fell on his friend. He knew why Hotch was down here with the entire team, and not up in his office hunched over mountains of backed up case files. His eyes fell to the bored brunette beside him, her. Emily Prentiss was the reason Hotch chose to be here at that moment.
"Well?" Emily asked, "Are you just going to sit there or are you going to tell this story?"
"Yeah," Garcia chimed in, "Is it a scary one? Ooh, is it a crime fic from a future Rossi novel?"
Dave snorted at that, while JJ raised an eyebrow, "Nothing too gory, I have enough problems sleeping at night from what we do and a four year old."
"Very well," Dave nodded, "Now you all sit back and hear a little story I've made up about a crime investigated by a character I've created. A new series, if you will."
"What?" Hotch asked, he knew his longtime friend and sometime published author loved to write crime stories but they were usually fact based, true crimes not works of fiction.
"Just listen," Dave sighed, "Without going into specifics of the story, there once was a case involving a lone agent."
"What kind of case?" Garcia asked, zipping her lip at the look he sent her way.
"A highly classified one involving a gallery, a group of suspects and lone agent," Dave started, "Now this type of case wouldn't typically fall into the agent's lap unless it was a serial. But when the agent stumbled across this crime, it was in their nature to investigate."
"How come?" Garcia asked, looking to each agent on her team, "What, I'm not a super agent, I'd like to know these things."
Dave pinched the bridge of his nose, "Save all commentary for after the story, please?"
"Zipping lip," she ran her fingers across her lips then gave the older man a thumbs up.
"As I was saying," Dave continued, "While checking in at the hotel for a convention in D.C. the mayor called in one of the best agents in the Bureau."
"What's his name?" Reid asked.
"Raymond Stone," Dave sighed.
"Stone?" Reid furrowed his eyebrows, "Did you base him on anybody?"
"Well..." Dave started.
"Did you know that there was a Commander Raymond Stone who served as a U.S. Naval Officer and Governor of Guam..." Reid started
"No I didn't know that," Dave interjected, "What did I tell you? This is a fictitious character. Don't interrupt me, you do not interrupt my story..."
Reid stammered, "I'm sorry."
"I don't care what you say when I'm finish but if you want to hear this then you do not attract attention away from the story." Dave said, giving each stunned member of his team a hard look, "Now may I finish?"
"Go right ahead," Garcia said, too shocked to say anything else.
"Now listen to this, will you?" he resumed his story, "Stone had just arrived on the spot and he was supposed to be headed to the Washington Convention Center for his convention when he decided to make a pit stop at his hotel."
"Which one..." Reid started fidgeting with the sharp look Dave once again gave him, "Sorry."
Morgan placed a protective hand on his younger friend, "Just let the man tell his story so we can go."
"All right before anyone else interrupts me; go grab a drink, something to munch on because if I'm interrupted again things won't be pretty."
"You're just telling us this now?" JJ muttered to her two female companions both women snickering but maintained a straight face.
Once the group had settled down now in the conference room, away from any distraction in the break room Dave took a seat at the head of the circular table.
"Now what I have to say won't be interrupted again, whatsoever," he said, turning his gaze on to the two most vocal members of the team.
"What?" Garcia asked unapologetic, "I said I was sorry. Once it's out there I don't have to repeat it again until my next blooper. No take backs."
The group stared at the woman as though she had two heads before Hotch broke the silence, "Go on, Rossi."
"As I was saying," he continued tersely giving everyone a glared warning before leaning in.
"The world is a giant puzzle that hasn't been put together yet, and were trying to find the other piece of this puzzle that goes with us" Author Unknown
To Be Continued...
No I didn't cut myself off, the next chapter will contain the story from the characters point of view. I know this one seems a lot different then my usual stories but bare with me, it's new. And it will be a mini epic so each chapter will not be a different story at all. *Gasps* I know, how rare of me.
Well I did my part, you do yours with a review.