Authors Note: It simply was the greatest gift she had ever gotten...
Chapter 3.
"I just don't get why you need more than one fuzzy pen," said Emily, looking around Garcia's office. Of course she had regular as well, but she preferred the fuzzy ones, just like her makeup and clothing was a bit over the top for someone working at the BAU.
"Because they make me smile and are more colorful than the regular ones. This place is too serious at times, I like something that is less serious to make me feel home and alive," said Penelope smiling, twirling a fluffy pen between her fingers.
"That is…understandable and I can say for sure you're alive," said Emily, smiling back at her.
"I know that, but some of these cases…I need something that is catalyzing it all. Sometimes I just need a little distance to take my mind of things and to get in on a distance if you know what I mean?" said Penelope.
"I know exactly what you mean, I sometimes wish I had something like a fuzzy pen," said Emily in a soft tone, she was about to add something when JJ said, "Everyone in the conference room, new case."
Emily rolled her eyes mildly as she and Penelope followed the rest, the younger woman however was left to wonder what her coworker was going to say. She had to try to find a moment to ask about that later if there ever was a time for it.
"Mail is here," Penelope heard Derek Morgan said, she sighed, if there ever was something for her it was a bill or something regarding computers, not all that interesting.
"Anything for me?" Reid asked with excited eyes.
"Yes, there is a little something for you, and here's something for you JJ, Rossi, I'll go and give this to Hotch, but first a little something for you Babygirl," he said, holding a grey envelope a little outside Garcia's reach after handing the others theirs.
She looked at it with her big brown eyes, more in shock than anything else. No one ever sent her anything, was this a joke? After Emily passed there were no more love letters or random notes or stuff like that lying about. She sometimes missed it. Missed having her around.
She reached for it, but he pulled it away a couple of times, before giving it with a chuckle. He loved to tease her like that at times. He knew for sure she didn't mind either, and the rest of the time smiled at the two of the playing.
Penelope took it and practically run into her office to open it alone making the others look after her with questioning eyes and frowns. The reason for this was that Garcia very seldom needed privacy while reading her mails. As she sat down by her desk by the monitors, she looked at the writing the then stamp.
Paris, France, and that was Emily's writing could she be alive after all. No one had the mixture of soft and hard letters on the envelopes as Emily that was how she could tell. She carefully opened the envelope and took out the content. A fuzzy pink pen with a picture of the Eifel tower on.
Penelope's heart was beating faster than ever before as she knew it mean only one thing, Emily was alive. That and of course she was in Paris, or at least when the pen was sent.
She assumed as it wasn't a letter, she had taken a risk and that it had to be a secret, so she choose not to tell. Still this was to her the greatest letter she had ever gotten, and tears of happiness started to fall from her eyes. A millions thoughts ran through her mind, like, 'Where was she now, what was she doing, where had she been hiding for all this time, why did she chose to contact her just now?' But in the end none of them mattered, she figured she would find out sooner or later either way. The only thing that mattered was that she was alive and she had chosen to send her a little fuzzy pen to tell her that and that she loved her, as Garcia assumed that was why it was pink and no other color.
"Thank you, Emily, thank you," she whispered, clinging to the little pen, a message from one heart to another, from one mistress to another, filled with love and optimism. She just hoped she one day would come back and in the meantime get more messages like this.
When Morgan came in later to ask what she had gotten, she looked at him saying, "It was the weirdest thing, someone sent me a pen from Paris."
"A pen from Paris, really," he said with a frown, looking at her with confused eyes.
"Yes, I don't know anyone there, but really it was the greatest letter or shall I say gift I have ever gotten," she said, her voice sounded happier than it had the last past weeks after Emily passed.
"Then I'm happy for you, Babygirl," he said with a smile, as he left her to herself again, not knowing rightly what to think. She just giggled happily thinking, "I love you to Emily Prentiss, I really do."
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