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Morgan sagged into his chair with a sigh, his mind playing out many ideas as to who the hacker was and why they could be under surveillance. He pulled up his latest unfinished case file and began to fill in the unfinished play by play of the final arrest to try to keep his mind occupied.
This task however proved fruitless when JJ, Emily and Reid began to discuss their worries about the hacker, and he silently added his own thoughts to the mix. He couldn't help but worry, and the feeling that there was more to this than just a plain old hacking job was planted firmly in his gut. It worried him, and he hated the thought that someone out there had all of his and the teams' personal details, that someone they didn't know was watching them, researching them, and all for some unknown purpose. It chilled him to the bone.
The team was like extended family to him, the only others beside his mum and sisters who he trusted implicitly. He did not want them to get hurt; and he'd do everything he could to protect them from harm, but it seemed that this menace was cyber and therefore not something he could fight off with brute strength alone. He was going to need a crash course in code and all things computer related if he was to be of any help, and if he was not mistaken the lovely blonde he'd met at the coffee shop had said she worked with computers. He would knock out two birds with one stone, he'd get to see her and get to know her a bit better and he'd hopefully no longer be completely helpless when it came to cyber space.
It was a win-win situation, all he had to do was meet her again, and he was glad that that morning he had said he see her same place the next day, for more than one reason.
Garcia was stressed out, she'd spent the whole day continually looking for more information on the BAU team, but nothing else was coming up, and she was still being ordered to find more. They only other way she could think of finding out more was to talk to their friends and family, and she really didn't want to do that, she didn't do things like that and she wasn't about to start now. It was a matter of principle.
The next morning, after a rather fitful sleep, Garcia was on her way to the coffee shop, a slight frisson of nervousness in her belly as she wondered if he would in fact come and her mind pondered over if what she was doing was particularly ethical. These thoughts were wiped from her mind however when she caught a glimpse of Derek Morgan already sitting in the booth they had shared the previous day, looking deliciously handsome in his 'work clothes'. She smiled at him as she watched him visibly relax when he saw her before replying in kind with a sinful smile of his own.
She entered the shop and he motioned for her to come to the table. She approached the table trying to tell him she needed to buy her coffee when he just pointed to the second mug on the table in front of him. "Hi." He greeted, his deep voice like a sweet melody to her ears.
"Hi." She said, watching him over her coffee cup as she took a drink, savouring the taste of the deliciously strong coffee beans and their intoxicating aroma. From her observations she clocked that he was happy to be there yet there was a slight apprehension behind his eyes as he began to speak.
"I really don't want this to come out the wrong way," He began, running a large hand over his head and her stomach sank; he was blowing her off. "But," he continued. "There is no other way to do this." She tried to swallow the mouthful of coffee through the slight lump in her throat and only just managed to do so without choking. "Think I'll start with what I think I the better part." He exhaled slowly, moving his eyes from hers to a spot on the table in front of her. "Do you fancy meeting for a drink sometime?"
She smiled at his question, he was asking her out! She could hardly believe it. "Sure." She answered before adding, "Now what's this more ominous question you aren't sure how to ask?" she questioned with a soft smile.
"Could you maybe give me a kick start course in computers?" He asked and she could see the tension in his eyes. Her heart almost stopped, what was she supposed to say to that? She could hardly say: 'No, I can't because I know why you want to do this and it's to find me.' No, that wouldn't work. But she could hardly say yes, could she?
"I don't see why not." She replied, her smile feeling a little forced now, but it softened right back up when he looked at her with gratitude in his eyes and smiled at her from under his dark lashes. The man looks so good it must be a sin. She thought to herself as the conversation continued into arranging times and dates for both drinks and computer help. They settled on a quick first computer crash course later that day, with the possibility of drinks after, but if not then drinks the following day.
Garcia left the coffee shop an hour later after having said goodbye to Derek Morgan and walking from the table with an extra swing in her hips knowing he was watching. She clutched a napkin tightly in her hand, not wanting to let it go as her brain processed the information, the good first: Derek Morgan the hottie had just asked her to go for a drink sometime, and had given her his number and his address for the computer course. And the bad: the same as the good. How was she supposed to 'betray' this man when he was quickly making his way into her head and, if she was honest, her heart too?
'I am so screwed.' she thought to herself as she walked towards her apartment, completely unaware that a silver Volvo was following her while it's passenger took note of the conversation she had just had.
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