And we're back! After last night's episode I felt inspired to write. I also felt inspired to make a quick oneshot involving that nice new desk but I figured I'd update for you all first. Wasn't that just the sweetest episode? Not so much the case but the M/G/P trio and Beth. Aww what an adorable ending. And even the case ended rather well. CBS RENEW THIS SHOW or I'll be sad.
I figured out what song is in the commercial this story is inspired by... Crystal Fighters - Plage. Check it on the tube of yous. Also in case you didn't read Suspect Couches (an unrelated story) or notice from the first chapter, this is Mick/Gina. ALL THE WAY.
Thank you to all who read Chapter 1 and reviewed. Enjoy Chapter 2 and review it as well! SB haters, you don't know what you're missing. The action will pick up next chapter. In the meantime...
"That has to be the most absurd cover story ever," Gina sighed, head resting on her knuckles as she stared out the window of the Ferrari, watching the Florida landscape pass by.
"I don't see how you almost drowning on a reef and me coming to the rescue on a white horse and saving you from certain death is unrealistic in the slightest," Mick argued, carelessly steering the overpriced convertible down the highway.
"For starters, the horse probably wouldn't want to walk on a coral reef. Second of all, were you wearing white armor too? I absolutely do not need a white knight," she retorted, huffing poignantly to solidify her point.
"Gina LaSalle doesn't need a white knight, but Gina Arlington, gold digger extraordinaire, does."
"If I'm a gold digger how did I afford a trip to scuba dive on a reef?"
"If I knew you were going to be so bloody particular I would have insisted you start making up stories, instead of offering to spare your precious brain the effort."
"Thinking of a realistic scenario is obviously too much effort for your brain… will you watch the road!" she yelled as a teenager on a motorcycle swerved past the car, flipping them off.
"Top notch kid right there," he rolled his eyes, reclining in the seat to continue driving without disruption.
"Alright, look, we met in Central Park. You were on a stroll with business partners, I was having a picnic with my sister while we were visiting our grandmother, you noticed me, had your assistant come and find me, he invited me to a black tie affair you were attending, and we hit it off," Gina rambled on, as Mick glanced over at her multiple times in boredom.
"Typical, boring, predictable, and gives the unsub no reason to think either of us is a scumbag worthy of being forced to have sex while we're stabbed to death."
"Okay, as if you white knighting me gives the unsub any reason to slowly disembowel you."
"You were dating a McDonalds cashier, your high school sweetheart, he was saving to buy you a ring, I saw you on the streets with your friends one night as I was riding in my limo, and did what any sensible, straight, unattached man who recently lost his wife would do. Stole you right away with the promise of my millions," he smirked, draping an arm around her shoulders as she yelled at him to keep both hands on the wheel, since he didn't know the roads.
"I would never be dating a McDonalds cashier… okay, Gina Arlington probably wouldn't be either if she'd drop him the second some dumb Brit shows up rolling in his millions."
"Nordstrom shoe salesman then. He got you discounted luxury shoes, a season after they went out of style. I got you them before they hit the shelves," he almost laughed giddily, thinking of the thousands of dollars' worth of shoes and assorted designer articles of clothing sitting in the Ferrari's trunk.
"That settles it. Gina Arlington dumped her shoe clerk boyfriend for Mick Luxor, a dumb rich jerkoff. I would never dump my boyfriend for you," she firmly stated, narrowing her eyes as she glared at his smirking expression.
"Of course you wouldn't, love. You can't dump me for me," he grinned cockily as she simply rolled her eyes and pointed out they'd arrive. When she motioned to open her own door, he pointed out that wasn't how rich people acted. Chivalry was alive and well in the circle of busybody, wealthy Americans, who would be glad to accuse someone else's man of being ungentlemanly for not opening her door.
Exhaling loudly, Gina waited for her partner to saunter over to her door and open it slowly, extending his hand to help her out. Under her breath she muttered she wasn't a coma patient, to which he merely smiled graciously and brought her hand to his lips to gently kiss it.
At her startled expression, he simply pointed out it was what rich gentlemen did.
After hearing the strangled screech of one Gina LaSalle over the microphone hidden behind the bed in their luxury suit, Beth had immediately phoned the blonde, fearing the unsub had already attacked them.
The phone had answered, however Gina appeared to be rather occupied screaming at Mick, leaving Beth and Prophet to listen on speaker to the ensuing events, mouths gaped open in shock.
"How am I supposed to walk in these? They're six inch heels!" she was yelling, waving around a strappy pair of fuchsia Louboutins.
"I thought every pretty girl could walk in heels like those. Adds to their sex appeal," Mick chuckled, reclining on the bed and reading one of the luxury magazines left in the room, compliments of the hotel, and turning the magazine so Gina could see the picture, pointed to a thin blonde modeling lingerie and asked, "Hey, do you think she'd date rich-me?"
A loud smacking sound, a garbled cry of pain mixed with shock from Mick, and a firm 'no' from Gina followed. Beth and Prophet could only shake their heads, knowing this was entirely unlikely to be a successful mission.
"That wasn't a serious question anyway. Rich-me already has a blonde bombshell coming back to his room every night. Now we just have to work on getting regular-me and regular-you to the same status," he'd retorted, waggling his eyebrows at her blank expression.
"You'd better start praying because that will take a miracle. You should try being more of a gentleman, and less egotistical and self-absorbed, like Prophet," she shot back, pulling out the short cocktail Valentino dress he'd got to match the shoes and shooting him another look.
Beth poked Prophet excitedly in the arm as they tried not to laugh and give away their position.
"You can't even say that with a straight face. There's no way you'd date an old man like Prophet over fresh, young meat like me. Besides, it's high self-esteem," he'd laughed, leaning over the side of the bed to sort through a bag and fling a bracelet at her.
"Is that really solid gold?" she narrowed her eyes, inspecting the trinket carefully.
"Mick Rawson does not get fake gold," he deadpanned back, reclining on the bed once again.
"He also doesn't get laid," Gina winked, turning around to sit down on the other bed. That was when she realized there was no other bed, and what she'd thought was a bed when they walked in was merely a chair. Her eyes went wide before taking on a dangerous glint.
"Why is there only one bed? And why is it a twin?" she asked, trying hard not to throw more shoes at him.
By this point, Beth and Prophet had pulled Penelope into the call, and all three were dearly wishing the microphone had been a camera, to watch the ensuing carnage.
"Come on, as if a rich idiot and his hot girlfriend are going to get a room with anything else. I thought you wanted a convincing cover, darling," he simpered out, before hopping up and pulling the floral Chanel shirt off.
"What are you taking your shirt off in the middle of the room for? No, stop, no, keep your pants zipped, what are you doing?" Gina was yelling as the now-topless Mick reached to further bare himself.
That was when Penelope squeaked loudly, unable to keep silent anymore. Both undercover agents' heads shot around to look at the phone on the nightstand.
"Penelope Garcia! Are you spying on us?" Gina demanded, picking up the phone at long last.
"Oh, honey, if I wanted to spy on that lovely British hunk, you would never know I was doing so," the redhead cheerfully teased, glad she was so quick at replying after her years at the BAU.
"Hey Gina give me the phone, if she wants a piece of this I'll send her something to dream about," Mick grinned, grabbing for the phone as he once again tried to unzip his white jeans.
"No! You are absolutely not sending nudes to Penelope! You should be sending them to me if you want the unsub to believe this," Gina scolded, jumping back to avoid giving him the phone. Penelope went silent, and even Beth and Prophet were unable to butt in, allowing the blonde plenty of time to consider what she'd just implied.
"Well now. If you wanted a little glimpse of not-so-little-Mick, you should have just said so, love. That can certainly be arranged," his smirk grew even further, and a distinctive zipping sound was heard over the phone, followed by a feminine gasp.
"Mick put your clothes back on! Stop it, I don't care if you're trying to be convincing, this is-" she was nervously protesting before he closed in on her, gently knocking her knees so she fell backwards into the chair.
Before she could shut her mouth he dropped onto her, pressing his lips firmly against hers as his tongue wormed its way into her mouth.
After two attempts to push him off, her hands simply stopped trying and clasped at his chest instead, skimming over it while he dragged his fingers up and down her sides.
Muffled moans ensued, leaving Beth and Prophet to stare, wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the phone, unable to look away, as if they had been hypnotized by it. Penelope was already pondering all the Photoshop material that would result from this mission, twirling her pen as she listened.
After several minutes of intense making out, Mick finally pulled away and forcefully hung up the phone.
"Had to make sure you'd react right. For when we make out in public. Need to be convincing after all, it simply wouldn't do to have you squirming in discomfort while we're supposed to be sensually engaged in the other's physical presence," he explained, eyebrows high on his forehead in amusement at her reaction.
"If you don't get changed and stop offering to send pictures of you naked to girls we're never going to make it out into public to get the unsub's attention," she pointed out, standing up shakily and walking to gather the dress and shoes.
"Well love, if you want to stay in tonight and not bother with whoever's out there, I am perfectly fine with that."
"Case to solve. People get stabbed to death. You know, the reason why we're here? I'm sure if you had the option to come to a luxury resort in Florida you'd take whoever you found in a bar the previous night and leave boring old me back home."
"There is no one Mick Rawson would rather have with him, sharing his room, wearing the bloody scandalous undergarments he bought, sunbathing in a bikini while he watches, than the charming Gina LaSalle."
The blonde was silenced by his tender tone, turning to glance back at him as she fingered the soft, Valentino dress he'd chosen for their first night of socializing with the rich crowd.
"I can send you those pictures you wanted at any time, love," he grinned, naughty expression on his face, and she had to smile.
"How about you wait until we're back? We have an unsub to catch the attention of. He's been going from resort to resort, trapping wealthy men with blonde girlfriends in their room, forcing them to have sex, and stabbing them to death. All we have to do is let him know we're here."
"Exactly why I selected our outfits. Beth may have stayed up all night mulling over my love for women after seeing that shirt but it will lure the unsub in. She stays up all night mulling over me on a regular basis, nothing new," he scoffed, pulling up a dashing, deep purple suit from a bag.
"I'm pretty sure Beth doesn't 'mull' over you for even a second."
"Rubbish, you know she's done it once."
"If she has, it's not something she talks to me about."
"But you talk to her about when you 'mull' over me, don't you?"
She simply stared at him, pursing her lips and folding her arms. After a minute or so of looking at her unwavering expression, he put his hands up in defeat.
"I 'mull' over you every night."
"MICK!"
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