"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God." Penelope said, coming into JJ's office.

JJ raised her eyes to see her funky friend in a freak out. She raised an eyebrow before narrowing her eyes.

"Do you have a hickey, Pen?"

Penelope's eyes widened and covered her neck. "Oh God."

JJ looked amused before pointing to the chair. "Sit and tell."

Penelope sat before taking a breath. "I..I had the most wonderful night last night. Ever. Like...I..You wouldn't believe how amazing it was."

JJ raised her eyebrows. "I see that. Not one hickey, but... 3..no 4."

Penelope's eyes widened. "Four? Oh god, Derek is going to kill him."

JJ laughed. "I'm sure he'd be proud that you got some loving. Now tell me who is this Mr. Wonderful."

"I can't tell you! I... I.. I..we.." Penelope paused and took a breath. "I think he used me. No I know he used me. I let him and my god, Jayje. He can use me whenever he wants."

"Okay, I'm not following, Pen."

Penelope bit at her lip. "So...this guy..."

"The Wonderful User."

"Yes, he came over and...well, he's.. going through something and... we were watching a movie and anyways, he fell asleep. and Later, he came into my room and he kissed me! And it was hard and rough and..." She groaned and JJ laughed again.

"Good."

"Very good. and it sort of led...to more, and my god. This man's hands. and his lips and...Oh lordy, Jayje."

There was a knock at JJ's door and Hotch poked his head in. He frowned when he saw Garcia.

"I thought you were taking care of Spencer?"

JJ's eyes widened. "No...way."

Penelope flushed. "I... Yeah, I just.. I had to grab something from my office."

She got up to leave and JJ spoke.

"Penelope Quinn Garcia."

The blond froze and Hotch looked between them too. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes."

"No!" Penelope said.

Hotch frowned. "Well... JJ, when you're free, will you please come to my office to discuss the cases."

"Yes sir. It won't be long."

Hotch nodded, looking at Penelope. "Tell Spencer we hope he feels better."

"Oh, I'm sure he's feeling much better." JJ mused and Hotch gave her a look before stepping outside.

"Spencer Reid is the wonderful user?"

Penelope flushed. "I-"

"His hands, His lips... You...Spence."

"It was -"

JJ raised her hand, not wanting to hear anymore. She had already heard too much. She rubbed her head and chuckled. "Wow."

"You can't tell Derek."

"Like he'd believe it!"

Penelope nodded. "I should...go."

JJ nodded. "Wait. One question."

Penelope looked back at her. "Yeah?"

"Did he... He didn't spout of statistics during, did he?"

Penelope laughed. "Oh definitely not."

Criminal Minds || Different Sides and Broken Pieces

Spencer growled as he looked in another box. The damn vial wasn't here. He had looked everywhere. He ran his hands through his hair, resting them against his neck as he looked around. He sighed and looked down at himself. He looked ridiculous, he was wearing a pair of Garcia's sweats and that was all, but they were pink and a half foot too short. The door opened and Garcia entered, her eyes running over him.

"Pink...Well, you look good in pink, Reid."

He turned to look at her and she frowned. He looked worse than he did yesterday. She made her way towards him, ignoring the marks she had left on his chest. She placed her hand on his forehead. He was definitely feverish.

"Hotch says he hopes you feel better."

"I'd feel better if you gave me my damn vial." He muttered,. turning around, looking in a box he'd already looked it.

"Spencer, I got rid of it."

"You what?" He turned back to look at her and Penelope took a step back. The look in his eye was so unlike Reid. She licked her lips. "I trashed it."

Spencer basically growled and slammed his hands into her table. "I needed that! You.. You can't just throw away things like that, Garcia. It's... I..." He ran his hands through his hair and tugged before rubbing his face. His shoulders slumped a little and Penelope took a step towards him, reaching out. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, very very close. Penelope held her breath as he stared at her.

"Spencer..." She said, softly as his grip tightened a little. "You're hurting me."

His eyes widened a little and he let go. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Penelope."

She hesitated before putting her hands on his chest. "It's fine. Did you eat while you were snooping or..."

He shook his head, looking down at her. She was so close. They were so close and there was so much skin to skin contact. It was nice. Last night was nice. Nice wasn't the right word. Animalistic fit much better. She was... and he had - he blushed at his own thoughts. Penelope noticed and raised an eyebrow at him.

"What's going on in that big ol' brain of yours, Mr. Smarty Pants."

He shook his head before stepping away from her, breaking the contact. They couldn't do that again. He couldn't let that happen again. She was a coworker. They worked together. She was... She was his close friend and... He looked at her. She had marks on her neck from his mouth.

"Your neck." He murmured and she blushed a little, her fingers moving against the skin.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Spencer. Doesn't hurt or , you got some matching ones." She said, reaching out and touching the bite marks. He looked down and flushed at both the sight and how her fingers traveled down to his stomach.

"We...uh... Last night was...What I'm trying to say is... I... we should probably..."

"Reid, just shut up."