By chance — part 4

A/N: so you all wonder what the two words are she typed, huh? Well, here you'll have your answer when you'll read this chapter. I hope you'll like it, like you did for the others so far. THANK YOU ALL FOR THE AMAZING REAVIEWS! I didn't expect that you'd like it that much.

You know, writing about them makes me feel a lot better because lately life hasn't been very easy for me and my family. My grandmother ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. Thank God she's doing much better right now.

The most common sense would find it logic that at least JJ or Emily would find out soon after Rossi, right? Well little twisted-minded muse wants to play it otherwise, I hope you'll like what she—we—came up with

And just one last thing, I'm not sure Hotch as ever really written a book, but for the story let's say he did, okay?

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Morgan smiled, took a sip of his beer and waited for his goddess to answer. He was wondering if she figured out who he was, yet. And as it took her a little longer to post her comment back, he thought that she might at least have doubts.

Setting his beer back on the nightstand next to his bed, a huge smiled appeared on his lips as he saw what she just send him.

"Our baby girl has figured it all out, Clooney." He said to his beloved dog.

[Hot Stuff?]

Morgan didn't wait long to answer. [Yeah, cupcake it's me. ]

Reading the words, Garcia gasped for breath. She read the small answer over and over, but she still, couldn't believe it. Morgan couldn't possibly tell her that he loved her, no; she must be day dreaming again—evening dreaming—as she often did. She took a gulp of her red wine before taking a deep breath. She had to answer him; she had to tell him something.

Relax Penelope, relax. You always say you give good phone and now that he's not even in front of you, you're blocking, oh come one… that is pathetic.

Garcia stretched out her fingers and started to write.

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David Rossi had been watching Morgan and Garcia's little game since he had hung up with Morgan, just to see if curiosity would get the best of Morgan, and, as he thought he would, Derek had gone and checked out Garcia's blog.

Although, Rossi hadn't expected Derek to answer her the way the he had. Rossi couldn't help but smile at their encounter. Maybe now they could finally understand what was there all along. All they had to do now was wait and see. But if nothing happens he would definitely push them in the right direction, he decided, as he headed to his kitchen to get himself some coffee.

Sometimes some good things could still happen in this crazy world. Those two were one of the reasons that kept Rossi going. He didn't really understand why, but then he hadn't known them for that long, but the love they shared for each other was unmistakable—even if they didn't see it themselves, yet—the love was definitely there.

All they had to do was admit it was there. But with the two of them, that was not something likely to happen. Although with what they were writing to one another right now, that might change. SSA Rossi thought.

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Aaron Hotchner was enjoying a glass of white wine, something he hadn't done for quite a while now, and never thought he'd ever do again. Work was extremely demanding. It was case after case, murderers and serial killers to catch because they didn't sleep, and definitely didn't care about other people's lives.

Rather they simply wanted to be famous or not, either way they needed to be stopped. But since he had time for himself now, he would try to do some research for his new book. He already had plenty material to work with, but he still needed more.

But, first things first. Hotch, dialed Hayley's number, he wanted to hear his son's voice. Fortunately Hayley and Aaron still got along pretty well even if sometimes, things weren't easy. Jack was still his son, and from time to time when he hadn't seen him for a long time he needed to hear the boy's voice. It soothed him, reminded that the world wasn't only dark and somber.

It could also be joyful and marvelous. His son was one of the best things that had happened to him. Hotch chatted with his son for a couple of minutes before hanging up. He still had a smile on his face—yes smiling was something he was capable of, even if it was only on very rare occasions—when he came to sit in front of his laptop, to Google little information. But as he always did, he went to read a few blogs to see if there was anything interesting. He was reading a blog entry when his eyes caught an interesting link on the left of the page 'Over the rainbow'

Hotch didn't really know why but it's sounded familiar, and not only because it was the sound of Dorothy in "The Wizard of Oz." no, it was familiar to him for another reason.

Clicking on the link, Aaron Hotchner, immediately understood why it felt known to him as the page opened up he definitely understood why.

The link lead to Garcia's blog. Of course it had to be Penelope Garcia's blog, with such a name, she always found a way to keep a colorful note.

Reading her first entry of the day though he thought that maybe he had spoken too fast. No one really knew anybody after all. The entry didn't really sound joyful, it was more on the dark sided, but then his eyes spotted the comments, and he couldn't stop the corner of his lips go up into a smile.

Did they finally manage to see what they were blinded too?

Standing up, he took a sip of his white wine and headed to the fridge to see what was left. He made himself a sandwich with some leftovers, took a bite and headed back. Hotch set his sandwich next to him on the table, but away from his laptop though. No he wasn't clumsy, or anything, the FBI agent simply preferred to be prudent.

Letting his eyes travel on the answers they were posting to each other, he realized it could be possible that they might finally have gotten the clue on what was right before them for such a long time. Taking his cell phone, he pushed the speed dial button for Rossi.

"Yes, Hotch?"

["Do you see what I'm seeing right now or am I hallucinating?"]

"If you're referring to Garcia's blog, no you're not…" David Rossi laughed.

["Did they finally have a wakeup call or something?"] Hotch, asked.

"Well let's say they might have had a little help…" started to say innocently.

["David what did you do?"]

"Me? Nothing special, I just made a phone call."

["A phone call? To whom?"] Asked, Hotch.

The agent's eyes widened as realization finally drowned in, putting two and two together.

["You called Morgan, didn't you?"]

"Well, yeah, gonna blame me for it? When I saw her entries I thought it was a good opportunity. And her poem… it was obvious she was talking about him…"

["Wait a minute. A poem? what poem?"]

"Read Penelope's second entry for tonight. It's called: Feelings in words… The air I breathe. When you're done reading you'll see."

Aaron went to the entry Rossi had indicated, his cell phone still in his hand as the entry appeared the agent started to read:

The air I breathe, that's what he is. When he's on the field my heart breaks, the air I breathe has left my lungs, I'm suffocating…

The first lines were already giving it away for someone who knew her well and as he continued to read Aaron Hotchner was getting an idea at what Rossi might tell him next.

"Hotch it's obvious she's talking about Morgan in her poem, those two love each other. You know it as well as I do. But Garcia would never telling him face to face what she feels for him, you've read her first text. She craves to tell him, but she's scared and thinks she's not good enough for him, but she needs to tell him anyway because it's consuming her, she desperately needs to get the words out. So she's chosen her blog to tell it."

["… and judging the looks he gives her, he definitely feels the same way."]

"Absolutely, that's why I've decided to help them a bit. I called Derek and told that he should take a look at Garcia's blog today was pretty interesting. Then I waited to see if he would actually take a look and when someone posted an answer, I knew he did. And seeing as it goes, they might not being sleeping alone tonight…" Rossi chuckled.

["Let's hope for them"] Hotch, replied and then laughed.

"What's so funny?" David asked a little startled by his interlocutor's reaction.

["You do realize, that you are acting like JJ and Emily, here. Normally they would be doing what we're doing. You know that, don't you?"]

Rossi laughed as well, now. "Girls can't always have all the fun." He said as a final note before he closed his cell phone.

TBC…