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Penelope wandered back into work after her break with her arm in a brace immediately drawing the attention of Morgan. "Baby girl what happened?" he asked concerned. Garcia simply scowled at him just wanting to let him have it on how it was exactly his fault that she had a sprained arm. "Garcia?" he asked again waving his hand in front of her face. Oh, so now he was going to treat her like she was some deer caught in the headlights? Hell no. "Emily Prentiss, that is what happened Derek. It's just a sprain" She spat pursing her lips.

"What does that mean?"

"What it means, is that you, Derek Morgan, and Spencer Reid, are going to pay this medical bill." She shoved a piece of paper at his chest and awaited a response.

At the mention of his name Reid approached and snatched the paper from Morgan knowing he could read it four times before Morgan even read it once. "How'd you sprain your arm?" he asked obliviously. "I, my dear lovelies, did not sprain my arm myself. Because of you two being idiots earlier, a certain blonde and a certain brunette decided to pay a visit to my lair. Which resulted in my arm being sprained, furthermore, you and Derek WILL be paying my medical bill since this is more than your faults. Now if you'll excuse me, I will proceeded to my lair and attempt to work my Garcia magic with one arm." She shoved past them and stalked to her office muttering to herself.

Reid and Morgan stared after her in confusion. "So, what I'm hearing is Prentiss nearly broke her arm." Morgan confirmed. Reid nodded and stared back at the paper in his hands before handing it back to him. "C'mon man, she said WE have to pay the bill."

'Right, but as I stated before it was your idea to go snooping through the security cameras in the first place' Spencer corrected as he walked back to his desk. "Now wait a minute, you are as just as enough fault here as I am. You're covering half of this boy genius."

Garcia smashed her keyboard furiously. She only paused as she realizing a message had popped up on the screen that said 'Video Enclosed Email Sending to the following: David Rossi, Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, and Erin Strauss.' Garcia beamed in utter shock. Had she seriously just emailed that god forsaken video feed to all those people. She began smashing her keyboard again "NO, NO, NO, CANCEL, CANCEL, CANCEL!" she yelled. 'Email Sent' Garcia groaned in fear as she rested her head in her good hand. She needed to get out, to leave; maybe if she left now, she could tell Hotch that she got sick. Once she was home of course. Or, she could just hide out in the restroom until everyone left. She'll decide later, she just knew she needed to leave.

After she threw all of her things together, Garcia left her office closing the door behind her. She tried to walk down the hall looking as call and collected as she possibly could, until she started to hyperventilate. Breathe Pen, breathe, you're almost there, soon, you can get on the elevator and go home, and go to sleep, and you can forget today ever happened. All she needed to do was get past the bullpen, out the glass doors, and down the elevator. Unfortunately her plan hit a flaw when she was greeted by Morgan before she could leave, "Uh, why'd you forward everyone on the team that video?" he asked obliviously. "As if I did it on purpose, I'd love to stay and chat my lovely but I have to…Strauss." She concluded eyes widened in shock. "You have to Strauss?" Derek tilted his head before noticing Erin Strauss marching into the BAU and is soon banging on Hotch's door.

"Oh no…My life is over. Derek sweetie, don't let them get lipstick on my teeth at my funeral." She breathed as she noticed Rossi, Hotch, and Strauss in a heated conversation.

"JJ not here." Emily panted as her lover traced lingering wet kisses along her jaw and neck line. JJ simply ignored her and continued the slow torture. "JJ!" Emily finally shouted startling the blonde who looked at her, clearly frustrated from being interrupted, like a dog being torn form it's bone.

"What?"

'Not here, not in your office.'

JJ scowled raising an eyebrow. She felt the tiniest bit insulted by what was just said, and if she had to go out of her way to make sure the brunette before her knew that, she would. Even if it meant adding the slightest bit of exaggeration. "Do you find something wrong with my office Agent Prentiss?" she asked. Upon the question Emily knew she was in hot water. "No! Of course not, it's a very nice office. I like your office! I wish I had one! And if I did it would be a nice office, like your office!" she babbled trying to fix it and blushing in the process.

JJ giggled and found her absolutely adorable at the moment. Not, everyday someone gets the privilege of seeing Emily Prentiss blush you know. As she placed her hand on her cheek, JJ slowly guided Emily back to her lips kissing her ever so tenderly. "JJ, as much as I want to do this, what if we get caught, AGAIN?" Emily asked, a bit disappointed she had to break the kiss to speak. "Would you relax? No ones going to catch us. You saw that everyone's busy. Hotch is locked in his office as well all know, Morgan was filling out paper work, Rossi is in his office, Garcia's in hers and Reid was buried in one of his never ending novels." JJ then placed Emily's hands on her hips and she herself wrapped her arms around the brunette's neck pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

JJ groaned at being interrupted by the beeping of their cell phones alerting them a new email has been sent. "Get it later." She whined when she felt Emily pull away from her. JJ was never really a pouter her, but she hated being interrupted, so she felt the moment was acceptable. She watched as the brunette's facial expression changed from sudden shock to anger. "Emily? Is everything alright?" she asked sounding concerned. "By the time I get back here, we're going to have a new opening for a Technical Analyst." The profiler replied storming for the door. She opened it with force and was greeted by Hotch and Strauss standing in the doorway. "Agent Prentiss, I would like to have a word with you and Agent Jareau." The older blonde stated more of a command than a suggestion.

Penelope stood petrified in the restroom not sure on what to do. 'Get the hell out' was the first initial thought 'Stay and try to explain things' was the second. She decided it was smart to go with the first plan and rushed to the elevators. Getting an elevator had always been slow at the bureau, but that day Penelope secretly hoped some sort of luck was in her favor, after all, she had already had the day from hell. "GARCIA." She heard Emily's angered voice from all the way down the hall and she immediately began pressing the elevator button over and over. To her relief an elevator arrived before she could face death in the face and she rushed in and sighed in relief as the doors closed. "Now Garcia, you should know by now, I'm not that easy to hide from." Penelope cringed at the voice of an all too familiar blonde standing behind her.