A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed for chapter one. I'm so glad you all like it. There was this one reviewer who warned me not to "jump the shark" with this fic and I appreciate their concern with this, but I can assure you all, I don't condone any violent or suspicious behavior on airplanes or any other transportation device. Every chapter in this fic will be purely just fun. None of the pranks that Garcia pulls in this fic, contain violence or suspicion. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this second chapter.

Disclaimer: Garcia and any other Criminal Minds character mentioned in this chapter… yep, still not mine and probably will never be mine. Fred Sanford, however is my creation. Oh and so is the stewardess.

It had been over ten minutes since take off and Garcia and the man next to her, had struck up a conversation with each other. The tall, slightly muscular, sandy haired and hazel eyed man had introduced himself as Fred Sanford. He was a first year college student who was studying to become an architect. Garcia had guessed that he was around Reid's age, maybe a few years younger.

"What made you decide to become an architect?" Garcia asked.

"Ever since I could remember, I've always had a fondness of building things. And I've always seen architecting as a way of art." Fred said.

"My five year old godson Henry, likes to build things with legos and then he likes to stomp on them as if he were a giant or something. So I'm really not sure if he wants to be an architect or a giant."

Fred smiled and said, "I have a couple of little cousins around that age and who also does that with legos. So, what made you decide to become a Technical Analyst for the B.A.U.?"

"I used to be a criminal hacker, until one day, the FBI managed to catch me. And Aaron Hotchner, my… OH MY GOD! I LEFT THE STOVE ON!" Garcia had interrupted herself, resulting in the shocked looks from nearly everyone.

The stewardess had calmly approached Garcia and asked, "Ma'am, are you alright?"

"NO, CAN YOU PLEASE TELL THE PIOLET TO TURN THIS PLANE AROUND AND LAND IT?! I HAVE TO TURN OFF THE STOVE!" Garcia did her best panic imitation.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you not to shout because you're scaring the other passengers. And I'm sorry, but we cannot turn this plane around for you, but is there anyone who you can call, to turn your stove off for you?" The stewardess asked.

"My friend, JJ has a key to my apartment. I'll try to call her." Garcia began dialing JJ's number on her cell phone, until she realized something and smacked a hand to her forehead, while laughing. "Oh my god! I am such an idiot! I forgot that I didn't even use the stove at all last night! My friends and I went out for dinner! How could I not remember that?!"

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, but still managing to keep the smile on her face, the stewardess placed a hand on Garcia's shoulder and said, "I guess we all can be a little forgetful, sometimes."

After all was calm and the stewardess walked away, Garcia finished telling Fred about how she got her job at the B.A.U. "Anyway, as I was saying, Aaron Hotchner, my boss, had given me a choice. And that choice was to either go to prison or work for the FBI. Obviously, I chose to work for them. It's actually a really great job."

End of chapter two. I would really love to know what you all thought. So, please leave me some reviews! Chapter three will be up as soon as possible.