Penelope practically growled at the alarm as it sounded her 5 am wake up call. Knowing she didn't get to sleep until well after midnight made her need for coffee all the more greater. Problem was she had to make coffee before she drank coffee. That was a damn inconvenience that someone needed to figure out how to rectify. Pulling her rump out from under her warm and comfy blankets, Penelope staggered into the kitchen to press the on button of her coffee pot, begging it to hurry up in its task. Limping down the hall to her bathroom Garcia smiled to herself as she remembered just why her body was in such a state.
"This is what you do to me. Goodnight Penelope." God she had broken out her vibrator and extra batteries after receiving that text. She had even snapped a few pictures pleasuring herself just incase she needed them later. Honestly she had no idea what had gotten into her since yesterday. This was definitely out of the norm for her, but then again the same could be said about Spencer. Thinking about that unexpected picture he had sent her made Garcia stop in her tracks. Turning around she headed back into her bedroom and grabbed her phone. "And this is what you made me do Sweetness, after getting that beautiful picture." Without thinking she immediately sent the picture to Reid after quadruple checking that she had the right person pulled up. The last thing she wanted to do was send something like that to Alvez or Rossi. Tossing her phone onto her bed, Penelope headed back to the bathroom to continue her morning routine.
Finishing up her business and washing her hands, Penny turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to her preferred warmth. Pinning her hair up she stepped in and allowed the warm spray to clear the fog from her sleep deprived mind. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back she allowed the water to run over her breasts and down the length of her body. The image of Spencer sprang forth behind her eyes as she saw him yesterday before he left on a case and her entire world turned upside down.
How had her view of one of her oldest and dearest friends changed so much in the span of a day? She had always found him attractive, even during the early days, but his perceived innocence made him almost untouchable. She remembered one specific Christmas, the team had just returned from a case in Dallas, she had decorated the entire conference room in festive colors and had even gotten Hotch and Rossi's office before they had caught her and demanded she stop. There had been mistletoe hung in strategic places in hopes of getting one or three embarrassing pictures of the team. Almost everyone had tapered off getting ready to head home for the night when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around Spencer had been standing there with a sweet smile on his handsome face.
"This was amazing Garcia. Thanks for putting it together for us."
"Ah it was nothing Sweet Cheeks. I'm just glad you had a good time." She had replied hugging him.
"Uh Garcia. Look up."
She remembered pulling away slightly from his body, almost reluctantly, and looking up. There above the two people was a sprig of mistletoe. Looking into Reid's face she smiled and stood on her tippy toes to give her sweet friend a chaste smooch on the cheek. Instead he had met her straight on and locked lips. It was no heavy petting make-out session, but it had been way more than a simple peck that she had been expecting. A cough from the doorway had them pulling apart. Morgan had stood there with a strange look on his face.
"You almost ready Mama? It's getting late."
"Yeah. I just need to get the rest of the decorations down and then we can head out."
Reid had stepped up and offered to finish it up for her so her and Morgan could leave. "It's okay Garcia. I got this. You two go ahead and go. Merry Christmas." She had beamed up at him staring at his lips which bore the mark of her crimson lipstick. Half tempted to leave another imprint of the color on his lips, Penelope thanked him and left with Morgan, looking back over her shoulder at the man standing in the conference room. He had watched her leave and waved at her when she had looked back at him. Touching her fingers to her lips as she walked away, Reid smiled slightly and did the same, signaling to her that he had also felt the tingle their kiss had ignited.
Coming back to herself Garcia quickly soaped up and rinsed her body off as the water began to cool. Maybe she had known that she was attracted to him back then but Morgan was too big of a distraction for her to be able to focus on any kind of attraction on Reid. Pushing thoughts of Morgan to the back of her mind, Penelope headed towards the kitchen and sweet salvation of coffee.
Her first sip was always her favorite. The beautiful heat from the sweet and slightly bitter concoction that she always made first thing in the morning was a glorious contradiction that hugged her soul. Walking from her kitchen and into her bedroom, Garcia put her mug of wonderful down and walked into her closet. 'Oh what to dazzle the world with today?' she thought as she perused her wardrobe, jumping slightly as her phone dinged with an incoming text. Snatching it up from her mountains of fuzzy blankets, Penelope pressed the screen and almost squealed like a school girl when she saw that the message was from Spencer. Pressing one hand to her heart, the woman used her other to quickly open the text. "This was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen upon waking. The only way it could be better would be seeing it in person." Penelope melted.
"And good morning to you handsome. I hope you slept well."
"I ended the evening on a rather good note so I slept decently. I see you were quite busy. Your alarm clock in the picture read a quarter to one. I hope you got adequate sleep."
"I need to go back and see which picture I sent you. I think it was closer to two when I finally went to sleep."
"Just how many dirty pictures did you take last night? And any with you face contorted in extasy?"
Garcia had to wave her hand in front of her face. Good Lord this man could get her going from zero to sixty in no time flat. "Sorry Sweetness. All photographic evidence of anything I do that involves exposing certain attributes are done incognito. I don't need a "Garcia Sex Scandal". All the techies of the world would be lining up and I just can't be responsible for all of those servers crashing at once if they got leaked."
Smirking at her response Garcia dropped her phone onto the bed and grabbed one of her lower cut and higher hemmed dresses. Reid made her feel sexy, and today she was going to highlight that feeling. Digging through her lingerie drawers, Garcia decided on what to wear under the eye catching dress. Sliding on the royal blue lace boy shorts and the matching balconette bra, Penelope grabbed her phone and snapped a few pictures of her in her underwear with her face in plain view. She was just about to send them to Reid when she stopped. 'What and the HELL am I doing?' This was absolutely ridiculous. All of this nonsense started because of a crazy woman writing a suggestive letter to one of her best friends from behind bars. Sighing Garcia deleted almost all of the pictures she had just taken, saving the two that she really liked. She needed to stop harassing the poor man, stop taking all of these ludicrous selfies and focus on the most important thing. Figuring out what the deal was with Cat Adams.
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Cat knew the rotation like the back of her hand. She was free of Amelia tonight, but she would have to deal Chester's cock down her throat. It was a small price to pay for the materials she needed in ordered to contact the love of her life. Rubbing her ever growing bump Cat closed her eyes and began to daydream.
He would look just like him. Her beautiful man. Her beautiful son. He would have his whiskey colored eyes and deep brown wavy hair. He would be the exact replica of the man that caused his creation. It didn't matter that the baby wasn't technically his. He would look just like him anyway. Spencer would read her letters of love and devotion and he would rescue them from this hell that was her life. He had too. They were meant to be together after all. He said so himself.
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No matter how long he did this job some things never got easier. Like telling the parents of a sixteen year old girl that their daughter's body had been found sexually assaulted and mutilated. It were times like these he honestly thought about leaving the BAU. But he knew that he probably never would. He was a Rossi in the world of profilers. He would most likely retire from the BAU at a ripe old age.
Looking down at his phone he toyed with the idea of texting Garcia. He was down and she always made him feel better. "Hey are you busy? I'm having a rough day."
"Yeah I heard about the Stones girl. You tell her family?"
"JJ and I did. I honestly hate my job sometimes."
"You ever think about leaving? Ya know, just calling it quits and riding off into the sunset."
Reid felt himself smile slightly. Sometimes Garcia and he were just on the same page.
"I was just thinking about that. But I really can't see myself doing anything else. The BAU is my home. I love helping people. It's just days like today make it hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel."
"You're the best profiler I know Reid. If anyone can help these people I know it's you. I mean besides JJ you are the longest tenure profiler. She started off as the media liaison remember."
"I remember. If you think about it you and I are the two that have been with the BAU the longest."
"JJ has been here the same amount of time as us angelfish."
"Not true. Remember she had to go to the CIA for a while. As long as you don't count my stint in prison we're it Garcia."
He was right. They were the last two that had never left, not that JJ left of her own free will. "I guess I never really thought about it. I remember the first time you and I really worked a case together. I think I really freaked you out." Garcia thought back and laughed.
"I really didn't know how to take you back then. Plus Derek had already claimed you as his Baby Girl, so I didn't really know how to interact with you." Spencer leaned his head back against the plush headrest of the office chair he was sitting in. Thinking back he wondered where Penelope and he would be if Morgan hadn't sweet talked his way into being her 'Chocolate Thunder'. He cared about Derek and missed him greatly, but now that things were different he wondered if the team's dynamic would shift and new bonds would be formed. Spencer thought about that for a few moments and then looked over at their victims board. New bonds.
"I wish I had known some of the things I know now back then. It may have changed a whole lot of things." Garcia responded wistfully. She never got a response though. Spencer was busy cracking the case wide open.
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He was thrusting his hips faster and faster. Hopefully soon he would blow his load and she could get off her knees for this obnoxious twat.
"You like that don't you. You like sucking my fat cock don't you, ya little whore."
Cat dutifully mmmed and ahhhed where appropriate to get the job done. He grabbed her hair with both hands and began ramming his dick into her mouth. Grunting, Chester the prison guard on duty tonight, blew his load down the pregnant woman's throat. Swallowing the vile bitter fluid, she smiled demurely up at the guard. Petting her head like she were a faithful dog he righted his clothing before pulling her up off the floor and walking her back to her cell from the shower block.
"Paper is inside. Let me know when you need more and we can trade again." He said locking the cell door behind him.
"Will do. Thank you." She replied kindly. As the guard turned and walked away Cat glared at the man with murder in her eyes. Turning towards her rack she saw the paper. Grabbing her pen she had stashed away, she began writing her next letter to her future husband.
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The team was heading home after finding the two boys shackled in a shack by a psychotic unsub set on creating a new race of human. His idea was that more than one man's sperm could fertilize and single egg. If the sperm were from different race of men and the woman was also a different race, then some sort of genetic mutation would create a superior human. It was crude, made no sense, and had absolutely no basis in science.
Reid shook his head. What the hell was wrong with people. It's like they did everything possible to completely warp science and humanity in order to justify their asinine ideals. Looking around the jet he saw that most of the team were either resting or doing paperwork. Reaching into his pocket Spencer pulled his phone out.
"You going to still be there when we get in?"
"Aren't I always? There were times when I actually left AFTER Hotch did."
Reid smiled at that. "I didn't think that was possible."
"It didn't happen often but there were occasions. Oh and I haven't had a chance to tell you but congrats on cracking the case. What made you connect the dots?"
"You actually. I was thinking about what the new team dynamic would be like now that Morgan is gone. New bonds and things like that when everything clicked into place with the case."
Garcia didn't know how to respond. What type of bond did the genius want with her. She thought back to that morning when she took the pictures in her underwear. Is that the type of relationship he wanted now?
"Garcia? You okay? You're very quiet tonight."
Penelope didn't see the text come in, she was staring off into space twirling her phone while Spencer's texts were still open. She had almost talked herself into sending one of the pictures from that morning to him just to lighten the mood. But second guessing herself she decided not to and just left the picture attached as a draft and laid her phone down without looking at the screen. Automatically she began doing system updates that would last until the team got back to the BAU.
Spencer stared at his phone. He didn't know what was going on with Penelope but he felt like she had something on her mind. Suddenly a picture appeared on his screen. A beautiful photo of a blond goddess encased in blue lingerie. Reid felt the air get sucked from the room and his mouth go dry. He could see her gorgeous face smirking at him. Her alarm clock in the back of the picture read 6:08 am so she must've taken the picture that morning while they were texting. Why didn't she send it to him then? Unless it was meant for someone else. So engrossed in the message on his phone he never saw Alvez approach from behind.
Taking a drink of his coffee Luke almost choked when he happened to see the picture Reid was gazing at longingly. He didn't want to bring attention to the fact that he had seen what looked to be a sexy, scantily clad Penelope Garcia. Stepping back so that his movements weren't detected, Luke looked over at his friend's phone once again and ran his eyes over the picture. The woman was a sight to behold with her voluptuous figure wrapped in blue. The dark material contrasting gloriously with her pale skin. The fact that she had sent such a picture to Reid spoke volumes of their relationship.
Turning back toward the coffee pot, Luke made more noise than necessary so that Reid knew he was there. Turning around he looked over to where Reid was sitting and noticed that he had put his phone away. Walking by his fellow team mate Luke smiled at the man and sat down in the empty seat in front of him.
"Hey Reid. Nice job on figuring out that wackjobs plan. What clued you in?"
"Garcia actually. It was something that she made me think about, suddenly the case clicked. Good thing it did to. The Unsub was planning on abducting another girl tonight." Reid explained.
Luke had to go about this next part very carefully. "How is Garcia? I haven't spoken to her much lately."
"She's good. I haven't really spoken to her much today with the case going on." Reid said opening his book.
Guessing the Reid was done with his conversation, Luke laid his head back and tried to get some rest. The entire ride back to DC he kept glimpsing the doctor sneaking glances at his phone.
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Penelope took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes with he tips of her fingers. The software update she was doing was almost complete and then she could shut her system down and head home. Her mind kept going back to Reid and everything that they had done within the last two days. Would everything be completely awkward now. They knew what the other looked like completely naked, not to mention she knew exactly what the good doctor was gifted with in the package department. And apparently she turned him on. Lord knows he had her body humming without even being in the same state. She was lost in her own little world, staring off into space so she didn't see Spencer enter her lair or close the door behind him.
She wasn't paying attention. The look on her face said that she was a million miles away. His body was reacting complete on its own accord. Covering the distance between them, he reached up to move her hair from her neck, startling the woman just slightly until he pressed his lips to pulse point. With a sigh Penelope closed her eyes and sank back into Spencer's embrace.
"I loved the picture you sent me. Is that what you're wearing under this uh, very revealing dress?" Spencer was look down the top of said dress at her cleavage while running his hands down her sides. He was having the insane urge to blind many of the men that came into contact with Penelope today.
Dread filled her body. "What picture? I haven't sent you any recently."
Never completely letting the woman go, Spencer reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, showing the Tech Analyst the last message he received from her. It was the picture of her in her underwear that she had been ready to send earlier but never did. Or so she thought.
Sucking in a breath she began to ramble. "I didn't know that I sent that. I mean, I was thinking about it, but then the case was so tragic and a young girl died, and it seemed so tacky that.." Reid cut off her sentence with his lips pressed against hers.