"Good morning, baby girl" came the familiar voice of Derek Morgan. Just how Garcia loved to start her mornings, with a big hug from her chocolate covered hunk of a man.

"Derek Morgan, how you send shivers down my spine with your oh so seductive voice. How are you this beautifully fine morning?"

This was normal for the two best friends, the over dramatic play, the romanticized performances, it was what made Garcia and Morgan's relationship so special. They weren't together, but good luck breaking them apart.

"Oh Mama I am much

better now," he landed a firm kiss on her cheek. She grinned like a small child at Christmas like she always did when he kissed her. "Do we have a case baby girl?"

Garcia replied with a huge sigh "what better way to ruin this brilliant moment than to bring up the psychopaths that are the reason we are her? Yes we have a case, a nasty one." Garcia replied in a quickened tone. As she finished Hotch stepped into the room.

"Briefing in 5 everybody" they all nodded in acknowledgement.

"Aah, I'm sorry, I have to dash, I'll catch up with you later, I promise." Derek huffed and hugged her tight.

"Oh you better Mr Morgan, or I'm coming for you" she said with a wink, and with that he walked off to the briefing room, ready to be shipped off wherever this case took him. He sighed, and walked in.

"All right now that we're all here," Hotch began, "let's get started, JJ what have we got?"

"28-year-old Foster Jones was found dead in his garden pool in Austin, Texas, on Friday, he took one hit to the back of the head which was not fatal," she paused and looked at her team. They looked back at her questioningly.

"What killed him JJ" Rossi chipped in.

"Piranhas." The entire room went silent. Had they heard right? Everyone was in shock, their jaws were open and eyes were wide.

"Carry on JJ" said Hotch. JJ changed the screen to show 4 more victims, all killed in the same way.

"27-year-old Josy King, 26-year-old Kyle Wright, 25-year-old Henry Barber and 29-year-old Jenna Hurts, all in their 20s, all found dead in their own garden pools. Story is, they were knocked out before being thrown into the pool, and where to their horror were a school of piranhas waiting for them. The piranhas weren't left at the crimes scene." JJ finished.

"Looks like we're going to Texas folks," Morgan mimicked the Texan accent.

"Wheels up in 30," came Hotch. So with that the team dispersed to go collect their go-bags and make necessary calls. Morgan headed straight for Garcia's lair.

"Hey Mama, you were right this is a nasty one."

"Yeah, in every sick, twisted, weird, disgusting, strange, gross, vile way possible, ugh it makes me feel so… icky" Her tone was angry and anxious, it made Morgan want to comfort her.

"Hey, baby girl, we'll catch this guy before he can do this again, I promise. You're right though, this is a very disturbing case!"

"I know you will, you know why? Cos you're the best Derek Morgan!" she stood up and hugged him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and said "now run along and catch this fishy killer." And with that he left and made his way to the jet, he made a promise to Garcia and he was going to try his damnedest to fulfil it for her.