***/*** Garcia, Morgan (Garcia/Lynch) ***/***
"Jessie's Girl" by Rick Springfield
It was the waver in her voice that did him in. They were in some crappy town in some crappy county in a state that was too far away. Derek knew he couldn't ask Garcia what the hell was going on, not in the middle of a case where they had less than four hours to find their missing victim.
He really fucking hated UnSubs who gave deadlines.
Bastards.
So Derek focused on the case. Figured out a clue before Reid did. He led the charge. He saved the day.
And when he got back to Quantico, he didn't bother dropping his bags at his office. He went straight to hers.
"Hey, baby girl," he called out as he pushed open the door. She turned at the sound of his voice, eyes red and mascara smudged. He walked up to her and knelt down, taking both her hands into his. "What's going on?"
He was expecting her to say, I hate profilers, because that was what she always said when one of them confronted her about something personal.
Garcia bit her lips together and looked everywhere but directly at him. Quietly, she asked, "Is it wrong to want him to choke on a bacon doughnut?"
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