"Hey babycakes," she said smiling at him, glad to see his face through the camera even if he was miles away on the case, "What do you need?"
"Just you, mama, just you."
"Did you solve the case and I didn't hear about it?" her forehead creased in confusion.
"No, but we've hit a dead end and everyone here is exhausted. The station here is extremely understaffed so Hotch ordered us to head in for the night. We'll all be back at it bright and early tomorrow."
"But you can't sleep?" she questioned already knowing the answer.
"No, and since I know my best girl is also an insomniac I thought I would catch a few minutes alone with you."
She smiled widely, "Your girl has no problem with that."
"I didn't think she would." He stopped when he noticed something next to Garcia's shoulder, "What is that?"
"What is what?"
"That thing next to you?"
She looked to the side and then turned back. He could see her face turn pink, "Oh, that's ah, a giant teddy bear."
"What? I thought you told them not to let any deliveries through from anyone who wouldn't identify themselves."
"Well," she stopped, "See, the thing is, he kind of identified himself. He's an agent, he works her at Quantico and his name is Jake Finnegan. He came down earlier with the bear. He wanted to apologize if he'd overwhelmed me or scared me. And then he uh," she couched, "Asked me out to dinner."
Morgan, concerned by her evasiveness pushed, "Garcia, what did you tell him?"
"Well," her hands whipped past the screen as she gestured wildly, "I wanted to tell him I was unavaliable because his gifts made you jealous and you finally made a move on me."
"So why didn't you?"
"Because before you left you specifically told me not to tell anyone about us until the case was over and you could talk to Agent Hotchner. You said not even JJ. So, I told him that inter office dating wasn't appropriate."
"Well why didn't you just say so?" he groaned, "You're making me think you actually said yes."
Garcia gave a low laugh, "Well, that's not the end of the story."
"Penelope…" her named was a warning, a sexy warning.
She sighed, "Did I mention I really like the way you say my name?"
He smiled widely at her, "I'm glad, Penelope, now don't try and chance the subject."
"Okay, fine, after I told him it would be inappropriate for us to date he went and talked to his supervisor and he said it was fine. He just left a message on my cell telling me he'd pick me up at 8 tomorrow night."
"Give me the guy's number."
"NO! No way, Derek, this isn't his fault."
"Maybe not, but that doesn't mean I want you going on a date with him. I haven't even taken you on a date yet, I'm sure as hell not letting some candy bear toting freak beat me to it."
"You're going to take me on a date?" she asked.
"Baby girl the second I get back. Right after I get the rest of that kiss."
Blushing again she looked down, "I suppose I could call him back and tell him I need to be on call until the case is over."
"And I'll tell Hotch on the plane on the way home."
"And then…."
"And then its date time—you and me, not you and anyone else."
"That is exactly what your girl likes to hear."
Laughing the two continued talking, basking in the pleasure of each other's company well into the morning.
