AN.

okay ALMOST this entire story is already written, so lucky for you, updates will be fairly quick/often. but that doesn't really improve the content, unlucky for you.. enjoy


The next day, work was dull. They weren't on a case, so there was nothing to do but sit at their desks and wait. Derek sat at his desk and read Kurt Vonnegut, sometimes stopping to read a paragraph to her, and she sat at her desk and sifted through files. There were surprisingly few on her desk, even with the team short one person.

JJ was reviewing cases in her office and Garcia was probably deep in her fortress of machines playing solitaire. Hotch and Rossi were out on lunch. She was desperately bored.

She could practically feel Spencers absence. Never before had she realized what a big role he played in every day office life. Even when they weren't talking, the sound of his breathing and typing was always in the background. Without the movement of him pushing his hair out of his face, or spinning absentmindedly in his chair, his desk seemed absolutely desolate.

Unable to stand it anymore, Emily stood. Derek glanced up at her, but didn't say anything. Grabbing her phone from her jacket pocket, she crossed the bullpen to the elevator. Pressing the ground level button, she flipped open her phone and scrolled through her contacts, pausing at "Reid."

The elevator stopped and she snapped the phone shut as the doors opened to reveal Garcia. Glancing up from her crossword puzzle, she smiled.

"Prentiss, my flower, what brings you here today?" She stepped into the elevator. Emily glanced up and realized they were only the third floor.

"Well actually, Garcia, I was on my way to lunch." Garcia nodded and pressed the ground floor button.

"All by yourself, my sweet? How depressing." Emily smiled.

"You are welcome to join me, if you like." She said.

"Oh, any other day and I would. But I've just taken lunch with Kevin." Emily nodded and smiled coyly.

"How are things in the love department?" Garcia smiled and sighed.

"Absolutely fantastic. Kevin is so great." She stopped and looked up at Emily.

"What about you?" Emily's eyes widened.

"I-What?" Garcia cocked her head and furrowed her brow.

"Any interesting boy stories?" She said, still looking at Emily, who felt sheepish. Of course she meant boys. Just boys. She scolded herself.

"Nope." She replied shortly and looked away. Penelope nodded but was silent. When the elevator doors opened at ground level, Emily muttered a farewell before exiting as quickly as possibly.

Behind her, Penelope Garcia shook her head and pressed the seventh floor button.