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Garcia's office was darkened, the computer monitors buzzing images of dead bodies. Her cell phone gave off a chirpy ring, and with a grin she answered it.
"This is the domain of Penelope Garcia. Speak and be heard," she twirled her pen through the air.
"Hey baby girl," the voice sounded off from behind her, Morgan causally leaning against her doorframe, a cell phone in the curl of his hand.
"Hey sexy," she winked, standing up from her swirly chair.
"Tell me," he breathed, "What are you doing right now… besides thinking of me?"
"Oh you know the usual. Saving humanity, once perverted psycho at a time," she gestured to her computer screens. A flash of daring streaked Derek's face and within seconds he was pressed against her.
"All perverted psychos?" he asked, "Including the chocolate gods?"
"Always the gods," she answered, "they have a separate asylum, located at the crossing between fantasy and sex." Derek gripped her back, his nails digging into her Mickey Mouse tee. She groaned, but not of sexual pleasure, but from the pain of him and his sudden wants. His tongue forced itself into her mouth, fingers ripping her hair out in coils.
"You're drunk," she shrieked, attempting to push him off, "Now I have work to do while you go sleep it off. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Yes you will," he chuckled, "Next to me on my king sized bed." She struggled against him, but she was a ball of dough compared to his body.
"I have a rape whistle," she warned.
"Now how are you going to get it if I am holding you like this the entire night?" Garcia let out a piercing scream, Hotch bust in through the door, Derek released Penelope.
"What's wrong?" demanded Hotch, eyeing both Morgan and Garcia.
"I cut myself," Garcia lied, clasping her arm, "Morgan was just helping me to the first aid kit." Hotch nodded his approval and left.
"Thanks," whispered Morgan. She really was bleeding from where he had dug his nails into her.
"Next time you do that to me again, I will cut your dick off with a spoon and staple it to your forehead." Garcia evaporated into a cloud of wispy smoke and was soon replaced by JJ.
"Why her?" she shrieked, "You've been playing me all this time, why her?" Reid appeared to comfort JJ and Hotch passed Derek his two weeks' notice.
"You've caused too much trouble, you're through with the BAU," the paper dissolved and reappeared as a death certificate. Penelope had committed suicide. The world went black.
Derek woke from his nightmare, sweat kissing his body. Fear clutching his mind.
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