June 22, 2012
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Author's Note: Chapter two! Sorry if this took a little long – my little sister is an online gamer :P But! I get to work on chapter 3 for the rest of the night, so ha! :P
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Quick Warnings: SPOILERS for the Criminal Minds episode 6x04 Compromising Positions
Spoilers from 6x02 that I shall not mention. :3
Now without further ado...
When Garcia got to the plane a little short of ten minutes later, she and a man named John packed her go-bags. Well actually, John packed them as she stood there insistently offering help, but to no avail. She grabbed her handbag and thanked John, and walked onto the plane where her fellow team members awaited.
A slide of a door alerted the team of a new presence, and suddenly all eyes were on one person, except for Reid's, whose eyes were jumpy and swimmy, since he thought his mind was playing an extremely odd trick on him as he whirled around to get at look at the person standing before him.
"Well look at you, look at you," Morgan said with a raise of his eyebrows, slight surprise showing on his face.
"Meet your new Communications Liaison. Trial, Communications Liaison," Penelope added with a small look at Hotch, her face transformed from a simple, controlled, giddy teenager's smile to a worried look on her face. Reid turned to give Emily a look saying Did you know about this, but all he got back was a jaw-dropping gap back from Emily, who thought she'd never be able to close her mouth.
Garcia's face relaxed shortly after with Rossi adding,
"Garcia, I-I don't get to say this often but I had no IDEA there was this side of you."
Reid gave Garcia another long look as she began,
"Well," Garcia started with the tilt of her head a nice smile, "I figured since I'm gonna have to interact with the mass populace I should dress in the traditional costume of a mere mortal."
Reid began to give Garcia's "costume" a once-over before,
"Ow. Oww," Garcia lightly hissed, reaching up to rub her lower eyelid, and then scrunch up another funny face. Damn it, she thought.
"What's wrong," asked a now-worried Morgan, as Emily slowly closed her jaw as she raised her eyebrows in question.
"Oh, it's my contact – it keeps getting weeeird an-" Garcia suddenly stopped to pull at her lower eye lid. As she lifted her head again she released a light grunt that sounded more like an "ugh" with an EXTREMELY light g sound. Garcia could've sworn she got a pained expression from Emily, who was baring her teeth, and a quite calm,studious face from the young Doctor Reid, who looked like he was watching a professor lecture with slight interest before she got her contact back in place.
"There it goes,"
*blink*
"No," Garcia said with raised eyelids, "Yes," she said as she let her face relax again until,
*blink*
"No," said Garcia yet again as she reached for her eye.
Rossi gave Morgan a look as they got an "Ow," from Garcia, and after the quick, wordless exchange between the two men they both chuckled.
"Not funny," said Garcia so angrily it was almost cute as she made more weird faces while trying to massage her eye.
"Oh you're right baby girl, it's not funny – it's cute," said Morgan as he continued to give a light laugh.
Ok, so maybe not ALMOST cute.
Garcia blindly found her way over to give Morgan a decent punch the moment she felt his strong, muscular arm, that she knew had no true effect on him, except for a small tingle, only to arouse more light, hearty laughter from the entire team and a smile from Morgan, who feigned pain, with Garcia still rubbing at her eyes, blinking furiously to fix her contacts.
"You know 32 million people wear contact lenses, 12 percen-"
"Reid, of course you would know contact lenses statistics and other fancy stuff about it but please, if you're going to sit there and ramble off facts, tell me how to fix these dumb things," Garcia exclaimed in frustration.
"How long have you been wearing them," Reid asked almost immediately, now quite intrigued, obvious by the tilt of his head,the expression of his face, and the tone of his question, causing the team suppressed laughter to now rise again.
"I tried them on a couple times last night after I went to go get them..." said Garcia slowly and monotonously as she basically scratched her eye out,"and I've been wearing them for a little over 2 hours now. Only, they didn't start bothering me until about 15 minutes ago, when I was getting to the elevators and heading here."
"Hmm," said Reid, now quite deep in thought. "I'm no eye doctor but..." Reid got up and started walking over to Garcia. "Hold still," he lightly commanded. Garcia immediately put both hands down by her side like the young sexy doctor was a drill sergeant, and allowed Reid to check her eye out.
"No signs of GPC…" Reid stated as he lightly lifted and dropped Garcia's eyelids, deep in thought. "They seem to pretty much fit your eyes for someone with new lenses…" Reid added once he had stuck a flashlight right in front of Garcia's eyes, the light practically blaring at her like a bullhorn, or like a helicopter light looking for a fugitive. "They're probably just trying to adjust to your eyes, considering you've been one to wear eyeglasses for…"
*.43 second pause*
"At least 6 to 7 years now…" Reid said nonchalantly.
Everyone gave each other looks. No words were needed for each other to know what they were all thinking. How the freak does he remember that!
Reid looked up feeling awkward in the silence, all eyes either on him, or still staring at one another, or just going back and forth in surprise.
"What," he asked, his confusion spread across his face and in his body language. "It's only math and memory…" Reid said working a sad tone and a light pout. Everyone began to stifle wild laughter at this.
Reid sighed, rolled his eyes, and shook his head before turning back to Garcia and stating, "Well, they might be like that for, a few days, at most. So just ummmm," Reid stumbled, and swiftly stuck his lip out and furrowed his brows out before continuing with a lengthy breath and, "just let them adjust, which is all they seem to be trying to do. You could always try using your saline to moisten the contacts and try to make them more comfortable," Reid said, still rocking his signature look as he stumbled back to his seat, but not before Garcia began fumbling with her eyes again.
"Thanks - ow - my - uurgghh - Junior G-Doctor-Man - owwwww..." Garcia said, squinting her eyes.
"No problem Garcia…"said Reid dubiously.
End Note: And that's chapter two! Chapter 3 should be up this weekend. Also, the saline thing was something I was reading online, so sorry if I've got that wrong. Now, I bid you adieu, and review please! Hope you enjoyed! :D
