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"'See you then?!'" Amy bumped Lucy with her shoulder as she stared gobsmacked after Iris Flynn's dad, who was the last parent to leave. Lucy tried to shrug nonchalantly without meeting her sister's eyes.

"Just, you know, dinner, thanking me for uh…getting Iris out to her test."

"Sure, sure. Iris. I'm sure that's it," Amy was practically bursting with smugness.

Lucy just stood there silently, her mind full, still tingling from head to toe. Her fingers still burned from where they had brushed his when she handed him her card.

"Ahem," Dave fake coughed at her, "You with us, Lucy? We need to go."

"Give her a minute, babe, she's busy recovering from a round of intense eye sex. Do you need a cigarette?"

"Mm-hmm…" Lucy said in reply to Dave, but her sister burst out in shocked laughter.

"Sis, I don't think I've ever seen you like this! You are so smitten!"

Lucy felt her face get hot at that. It wasn't like she could deny it, and moreover, she didn't want to. Ignoring the couple, she led the way out the door.

For once, Lucy was grateful to be a third wheel and sit in the backseat while Amy drove and Dave took shotgun. This way she could be alone with her thoughts of Garcia Flynn.

Lucy had come to support her sister, and then she went to help a little girl, and then…well. The epitome of tall, dark and handsome, a slightly older man with an accent just thick enough to give her butterflies had appeared, looking at her like she was the lost crown jewels and he had just found her.

Warmth flooded through her—joy, familiarity—like unexpectedly running across an old friend. Then she had stumbled into his arms and…THAT…had happened. Pictures flooded through her mind, but they were like grains of sand, she couldn't catch them. Except for one. She was on a floor, hurt and devastated—she had known loss before, but nothing like this—this was tortured, raging grief. But he was leaning his head against hers, sharing her burden and cradling her like she was precious, like her pain was his own.

Throughout the program, she had felt his eyes on her. And maybe it should have felt creepy, but it didn't. When the burn of it bubbled up and she finally couldn't take it anymore, she turned around to meet his intense gaze and he blushed at being caught. Lucy had felt such a magnetic pull toward him that she almost got out of her seat. Fortunately, that's when Iris's name had been called and that broke the spell, at least momentarily.

Then he had come over to talk to her, and oh, he was so surprisingly likeable. Slightly awkward, enough to make Lucy feel that for once she might be the less awkward one, and she just wanted to put him at ease. His laugh transformed his face and boomed out so beautifully that she wanted to put it in her locket so she could carry it with her everywhere. The babbling had started, of course, after the realization that he was a little jealous at the thought that she was with Wyatt—stupid Dave. And then his bright smile after that was cleared up…honestly, she was surprised at her own ability to hold a solid form instead of melting into a puddle on the floor.

"Hey, Lucy, you know I was just teasing before, right?" Dave broke the silence, pulling Lucy out of her stupor.

"Do I?" While it had turned out okay, Lucy was still irritated with him. "You might as well have taken out a jar of Wyatt's pee and poured it all around me."

"It wasn't as bad as that!" Dave protested as Amy yelled. "EWWWW! What did you do?"

"I just…sort of said something…about how Lucy was trying to take Wyatt down a peg or two and might have insinuated they were in a relationship…" Dave mumbled and Lucy felt a tiny twinge of guilt for siccing Amy on him, since she could feel the chill of the cold shoulder he was getting right now. Just a tiny twinge, though.

"I AM sorry, Lucy. I was just teasing, and maybe, yeah, thinking about Wyatt a little, because I think you would make him happy. But, I also want YOU to be happy. And I thought Wyatt might be that guy for you."

"I care about Wyatt, too, Dave, as a friend. I like him a lot, and yeah, if he were in a less messy situation, I would have gone out with him. But because he's not over Jessica, I refused to let myself develop any stronger feelings for him on purpose. I would lose in that equation, and then I'd be out a friend as well as a boyfriend. So, I shut it down before it could even start."

"I get it and I'm sorry. I've never seen you look at anyone like you looked at that guy, and I shouldn't have messed with it."

"Okay, so now that that's over, tell me what the deal is with you and Iris's dad," Amy wiggled in her seat with excitement.

"I mean, I don't know what to say. He overheard me trying to cheer Iris up, and when I ran into him—literally—" Amy and Dave chuckled at her clumsiness "He caught me and there was just this instant…connection."

"By connection, do you mean chemistry?"

Lucy flushed at that. Yes, there was chemistry, but that seemed like too mild a term for the electric awareness and recognition that flowed between them.

"That's…a word for it, I suppose."

"And you're seeing him tomorrow night?"

"I'm having dinner at his house. With Iris there, so it's not really a date."

Dave cut in. "Okay, I don't know the guy, but the way that he was looking at you was intense. He definitely wants it to be a date."

"Well…he did ask for my number before that, but Iris was the one who invited me…" Lucy bit her lip, unsure again about whether or not she should have accepted. Garcia had made it clear that he did want her there, but was that just for Iris? But then, there was the staring, and the way he smiled at her.

"Lucy, you might be the first woman he's been interested in since his wife died. He might just be out of practice," Amy piped up, picking up on Lucy's insecurity.

"How would you know that? You barely know him."

"Yeah, but I hear a lot of the parent gossip. He's good friends with Michelle and Denise Christopher, and they've put off a handful of the single moms who've sniffed around him before. It seemed like Denise was trying to help him with you, which must mean he's genuinely interested."

"I've been assigned to her for a couple of missions before, and she's great. If he's friends with her, he's probably at least a decent guy."

Amy rolled her eyes at him. "Yes, the Baumgardner Decent Guy test is more reliable than, you know, all the NSA vetting I'm sure he's been through."

Lucy tuned out their ribbing of each other as she contemplated that information. Maybe any awkwardness was because he was newly back in the dating game. That would explain his hesitance, despite what seemed like marked interest. She didn't want to get too far ahead of herself, but she decided this once to be optimistic.

As they pulled up to the restaurant, Lucy panicked for a second. As much as Wyatt seemed okay with her rejection, she didn't want to rub his nose in it.

"Hey, guys, can you not mention this inside?" Dave and Amy both turned to look at her quizzically.

"It's just…Wyatt. He works with him, and I want to be sensitive about this still in front of him."

"You probably shouldn't hide it from him, Luce," Dave said.

"No, I know, and you can tell him, or maybe I will if we get a moment alone. It just seems wrong to bring up in front of everyone while he's there. Okay?" She looked at him pleadingly.

"Yeah, I get it," Dave agreed as Amy rolled her eyes with her patented 'put yourself first occasionally, Lucy' expression.

Jiya, Rufus and Wyatt had grabbed a corner booth and ordered drinks. Lucy smiled when she saw the white wine for her at the place next to Jiya.

"Hey, guys!" Rufus called out as he spotted them and they all greeted each other as Lucy, Dave and Amy slid into the left side of the booth.

After they had ordered and caught each other up on their weeks, Jiya turned to Lucy. "You look really great tonight, really glowy. What have you been up to?"

"Oh, you know, just…setting up schedules for fall semester and then Amy's karate test." She blushed at the memory and Jiya looked at her curiously.

"How did the karate best test thing go, Amy?" Rufus asked.

Amy chuckled at him. "It went well, I think. Oh, Wyatt, I didn't know Denise Christopher was your new boss. Her daughter's in my class."

"Yeah? She's pretty great."

"Yeah, Lucy met her tonight. Oh, and we met Flynn, too, from the NSA. His daughter is in Amy's class, too. Ow!" Dave jerked his arm away from Amy and hissed "What?!" at her as Jiya watched Lucy blush deeper and Wyatt and Rufus looked between Amy and Dave.

"Uh, guys, what—"

"Bathroom!" Amy called loudly, cutting off Wyatt and shoving Dave out of his spot so the women could all get out. "Jiya, Lucy, come with me?" Lucy turned bright red as she followed her sister and tried to ignore the quizzical stares of Wyatt and Rufus.

"Okay, so now that we're away from the guys, you have to tell me what is going on. You've been a daze since you got here, Lucy," Jiya said as soon as they entered the bathroom.

"Lucy met a guy," Amy sing-songed.

Jiya raised her eyes and smiled, "Oh, really? Who is he?"

"Garcia Flynn. He's the dad of one of Amy's students."

"Tall, dark, handsome. European," Amy contributed and Jiya made an 'oo' with her lips.

"Croatian, actually. He works for the NSA."

"Oh, that's why you freaked out, he's that guy that works with Wyatt. So, what happened?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"Yeah, you have to tell the real story now. None of that 'connection' bullshit from the car. I can tell when you're waffling," Amy demanded.

Lucy hesitated as she considered doing just that. Amy and Jiya were both into some weird theories and maybe wouldn't think she was crazy, as Dave and Wyatt definitely would.

"Okay, I went to the karate studio to help Amy out with the whole belt test, and one little girl didn't want to come out of the locker room. So, I went to talk to her, and we chatted for a while, I convinced her to go back in. And when we went to go back in, her dad was there, and he…" Lucy sighed.

"I just looked at him and it was like I knew him, there was this connection. Do you remember at the lake, how Dad used to make us do those really hard jigsaw puzzles?" She asked Amy.

"Uh…yeah…?"

"It was like when I would do one of those puzzles, I'd be almost done except for one spot, but none of the pieces left fit, and I would stare at them, twist and turn them all around. But then, out of nowhere, I would notice a new piece, and it would snap right into place, and the whole picture would come together after that."

"O…kay? Not sure what you're trying to say here," Jiya said.

"It…I know it sounds crazy, but it was like he was that piece. Like I've been looking at the pieces this whole time, then I saw him, and the rest of the pieces suddenly made perfect sense," Lucy broke off as she took a nervous breath and looked at the other two women tentatively.

"Are you saying that it was love at first sight?" Amy's eyebrows were raised almost to her hairline.

"No! Not love…but…something," Lucy looked to Jiya, begging her to understand.

"Why don't you tell us the rest?" Jiya prompted.

"I don't want you to think I'm insane."

"We don't, Luce, we won't," Amy denied.

Lucy took a fortifying breath. "When I stumbled and he caught me…I kind of…saw some things. Like visions…of him, of us…almost like another life."

She glanced up anxiously. Amy was regarding her with wide eyes, but Lucy latched onto Jiya as she recognized the look in her eyes. Understanding.

"You too?" Lucy whispered and Jiya hesitated.

"I…I have visions, but it's more than what you're talking about. Mine are like seizures—I pass out and see things. Usually they're of me or Rufus, but…I had one of you after we met last week. I didn't see anything else, but I was helping you search for Amy."

Lucy's heart pounded as she thought through what that might mean but discarded every thought that came to mind. None of it made any sense.

Amy chimed in. "You said it was like you knew Jiya and Rufus, too, didn't you?"

"Yeah. And Wyatt—there was an immediate familiarity that I can't explain."

"It was the same for us. Rufus even commented on it, and he doesn't believe in my visions. He made me go see a bunch of doctors just to be told that I'm in perfect health."

The three women eyed each other. Lucy was still a little freaked out, but it was comforting to know that she wasn't the only one experiencing the phenomenon.

"I guess…the question is, does it matter?" Amy questioned. "I mean, as long as you don't do anything crazy like marry him tomorrow, it doesn't hurt anything for you to have these visions or feelings or whatever. So far, it hasn't led you to befriend any terrorists or serial killers, right?"

Lucy laughed, feeling better now that her sister applied her brand of common sense to the situation.

"You're not a terrorist or serial killer, are you Jiya? Or Rufus?" Lucy smirked at her.

"I'm not. And beyond a religious devotion to Star Wars, Rufus is pretty normal, too. I think you're safe, Lucy."

"Religious, huh?"

"He wants to walk back down the aisle at our wedding to Luke's Theme."

The girls laughed at that as they headed back to the table. The guys were chatting calmly as the server delivered their food.

Later, Wyatt and Lucy trailed behind the two couples as they headed out of the restaurant.

"Fifth and sixth wheels again, huh?"

Lucy shrugged wryly at him. "In perpetuity, probably."

"That's not what I hear about you," he nudged her shoulder with his.

Lucy stopped. "What did Dave say?"

"Just that you're having dinner with Flynn and his daughter. But reading between the lines, it sounds like you're pretty into him."

Lucy squirmed under his scrutiny but decided to go with the truth. "We just met. I mean, I don't know what's going to happen, but honestly? Yeah. I think I am. Into him."

Wyatt looked at her dryly. "Flynn? Really, that guy?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Yes, really. Are you going to be weird about this? I don't even know how he feels and we might not even hit it off."

"I'm not going to be weird about it, I promise. I just don't quite get what you would see in that guy, but that's not important if he makes you happy like you are tonight."

Lucy softened as she looked up at him. "You mean that?"

He looked back at her sincerely. "I do," he held the door for her as they stepped outside.

They made it to Amy's car first, and Wyatt paused to say goodnight. "Just promise if he breaks your heart, I get to kick his ass? I would enjoy that."

She rolled her eyes at his smirk and nodded. "Okay, then. Goodnight, Wyatt. Have a good time with Katie tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Lucy." He looked at her for a moment before walking away as she climbed into the backseat.

By noon, Garcia had worked himself into a frenzy. How early was too early to text Lucy? Should he double-check with her about whether they were still on or should he just assume? Finally, he got annoyed and forced himself to text the number he'd entered into his phone as soon as he'd gotten home the previous night. Hi, Lucy. It's Garcia Flynn. I'm hoping we're still on for tonight? Then he sent a second text with his address.

After a few minutes of waiting for a response, he called for Iris to get ready so they could head to the grocery store. He would not allow himself to just wait around all day and let his nerves get the best of him. Grabbing his keys and the grocery list off the refrigerator, he impatiently ushered Iris out the door and into the car. At this rate, he would have to go for a run this afternoon to calm himself down for tonight.

"What are you making for dinner tonight, Dad?" Iris asked from the backseat.

Shoot, he hadn't thought to ask if she had any allergies or dietary restrictions. What if he made pasta and she couldn't have gluten? Or steak and she was a vegetarian? He started to grab for his phone and made himself stop. Garcia was trying to set an example for Iris of never using his phone in the car. That and he didn't want to text back with questions before she responded to his first text. It would look desperate, which he might be, but he didn't want to make it so obvious.

"What do you think I should make? I don't know what she eats or can't eat." He pulled his attention back to his daughter.

"You should grill and make a salad. Get fish and steak and let her choose." Garcia laughed at how decisive she was. He would go with that if Lucy hadn't texted back by the time they were done at the store.

As soon as they got inside, Garcia let Iris push the cart to the cereal and candy aisles as he went to the produce section. He had just picked out a few tomatoes when he saw her. Lucy was standing by the watermelons, frowning at the fruit in confusion. Smiling at the pleasant surprise, he strode over to her.

"You're supposed to thump them."

Lucy jumped and grabbed at her chest at his sudden appearance. "Oh my gosh!"

"Hi," he smiled at her as she tried to calm herself. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay," she beamed up at him. "I just can't quite believe you're here. So…something about thumping?"

"It's how you tell if they're ripe. If they sound hollow, they're good." Garcia demonstrated on the nearest one, and after two tries, he found an acceptable one and put it in her cart.

"Thank you. I was thinking about texting you to ask what I could bring tonight, but I realized I don't have your number."

Garcia breathed out in relief. "Check your phone," he gestured at her bag and she rummaged in it for a bit before finally digging out her phone.

"Oh! I've been wandering around a few different stores, I must have missed it. Amy is particular about certain ingredients." She looked down to read his texts, and he noticed with satisfaction that she saved his number.

"So, we're still on?" He asked, leaning against the produce case. Lucy looked at him softly and before he knew what was happening, her soft lips were pressed to his cheek. As she pulled back, he saw that her eyes were wide with shock. His own heart was pounding and he was sure his eyes were at least as wide as hers, as he felt the sparks still tingling in his cheek.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…I'm sorry…" She was bright red and looking down at the ground, and he allowed himself to reach out and brush his fingers across her cheek. Garcia waited until she looked up at him.

"Don't apologize. Not unless you didn't mean it," he said softly. At the vulnerability he saw in her eyes, his heart melted. His hand stroked down her arm, and of course that's when they were interrupted.

"Lucy!" Iris had found them and at her appearance, Lucy took a step back from him to a more appropriate distance. "What are you doing here?"

"I am trying to do the grocery shopping. Your dad was helping me pick a watermelon. What were you doing?"

"I was getting my necessary items." Lucy peeked in the cart and laughed at the Lucky Charms, Fruit Loops, and gummy bears.

"Very necessary. If Amy would just let me shop like that, I'd be golden."

"So, what, you do the shopping, she does the cooking? That sounds like a pretty sweet deal," Garcia smirked at her as she blushed again. He wondered if she blushed this much normally, or if it was because of him, hoping for the latter.

"It's not exactly by my choice…I'm a terrible cook."

"You can't be that bad."

"I started a fire the last time I used the oven. I was just making those pre-done cookies that you don't even have to slice, but—anyway, I'm barred from the kitchen except for coffee, dishes, and anything that can be microwaved or eaten cold."

Iris and Garcia both laughed at that. "Well, if you still want to bring something, you can bring dessert."

"Ooh, there's a really good cherry pie in the bakery, you should bring that!"

Twenty minutes later, they were all loading bags into their respective cars. Garcia felt a longing to keep Lucy with them for as long as possible, but he knew it was foolish. Lucy had said she had errands to run, and he would see her that night, he remembered excitedly. He and Iris waved goodbye and finished loading their groceries before getting in their own car.

Garcia had just finished marinating the agreed upon steaks when his phone chimed from the counter. He washed his hands quickly and unlocked it to see a text from Lucy that made his heart swell and his cheek tingle with the memory.

I didn't mean to actually DO it. But I did mean it. Just so we're clear.

Author's Note: After the news today that we probably won't be getting anything more, it was hard to finish and post this fluff, but we need some clockblocker fluff. I hope it made you smile!