I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack! That's right my read-o's and read-a's, I have just got my new (and improved) laptop. I started it up yesterday, found my USB, and downloaded Word. You may remember that a couple months ago my apartment was broken into and my laptop and some jewelry were stolen. Well after a painstakingly long time struggling with the swamped detective and insurance company (not blaming either, they are both very busy with other worse cases) I received my lost money and bought this here laptop. All's well that ends well I suppose. And just in case you were wondering, yes… I did try and stare at my overturned apartment attempting to profile burglar's behavior. I got nowhere. I have sooooo many ideas in my 3 month (or so) hibernation from writing anything! Ugh! I've taken to keeping a list :) but first imma finish this story and the other one I put up then imma knock down this list. Please follow me as an author if you want to read my other stories, they won't all be CM. *gasp*
~LanaLover
"This isn't over." And walked into the room the team was in, leaving Garcia in wonder.
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Garcia decided to call Hotch and tell him that she'd found the cirque in Battle's clue. Still slightly shaken – in a good way – from her and Derek's encounter she dialed 2 on speed dial. "Guess who speed dial 1 is." she thought to herself.
"Hotchner."
She cleared her throat "He..Hey Boss Man, I got the clue."
"That's great Garcia, why don't you bring your laptop to the boardroom and we'll have a meeting, I just have to find Morgan. Is he with you?" Hotch asked in a voice a hint sweeter than normal, Pan suspected that it was because he didn't want to unhinge her since this was Battle they were facing… again.
"Yes My Lord, I will be there swifter that a MpG Processer. 3 minutes to get ready and I'll be there." Garcia responded trying to sound like her usual self. "Oh.. and no… Der…Morgan's not here."
Morgan was in the bathroom, door locked running his bald head under the cold water emanating from the sink faucet.
"Damn… she makes me so damn hard that I need a cold shower!" he thought as he lifted his headand dried it off with the rough public paper towels.
"Ok old boy keep it together, you can't think with your pants right no. Just keep her safe from this sonofabitch then you can finally act on your feeling. Now what did Mama always say?"
If it feels right, looks right, and risks everything, then its love." Derek said to his reflection. His hands were on the sink counter and he was leaning on them. His eyes were sparking in what he could only profile as giddy love. Looks right. His mind was racing, his heart was racing, he was nervous for her and her friends' safety, his palms were sweating. Feels right.
They'd had 6 years of passionate, flirty, trusting, loving friendship. He'd loved her since he called her "Gomez." They'd never crossed out of the "friend zone" because they didn't want to hurt their beautiful friendship. Yup, defiantly risks everything.
"Morgan you in there?" called JJ's voice through the door.
"Come on man, Garci's got something!" called Prentiss after she banged on the door.
He's was deathly nervous of this cases future and its effect on the women he loved. And of course he still had a little nagging wondering on Penelope's "team." He took one last look at his love-struck face, shook his shoulders and put back on his calm façade, and walked out the door.
When everyone was in the boardroom. Garcia started:
"Alright so you all know of my pevy experience with a clown at a birthday party, right?" the team's heads nodded. "Well, he made that old-timey honking noise. i think that's what Ba… he meant when he said 'Honk, Honk on the 10th'." I still can't even say his muther truckn' name! she thought.
"What about 'Reid's advice?" questioned the young doctor.
"Was just getting to that Boy Wonder. Hem… well your vice was dilaudid." She continued feeling bad for bringing up Reid's mistake.
"It's ok Garcia, go on." Spence urged
"Well to morrow there is a cirque in town that closes at 9:00 at night, leaving B…Battle an hour to prepare whatever torture he has in store for me. The cirque is called Dilaudid." She concluded look at her team, her family. Her eyes rested on Morgan, for a brief second she saw his eyes flash in passion, she's sure her eyes did the same. She offered him a small seductive smile. He gave her a wink of his onyx eye.
While the team disused the new development in fever a young officer came in.
"Envelope for Miss…. Uh … Garcia." She accepted the yellow envelope from the eager boy with a polite nod of the head.
She opened it and in the package was a small CD with "Play Me" written on the case. The team stared. Garcia quickly put the dick in her laptop and moved the video up on the flat screen hanging on the wall.
The picture garbled for a second before panning to a bound and gagged on a chair, crying JC.
"Oh sweetheart." Whispered Pen. The team didn't notice because they were already profiling the scene in front of them.
Battle walked… no strutted into the frame.
"Hey, Garcia." He greeted nonchalantly. The same thing he called out before he shot her.
Morgan was quickly at her side wrapping an arm around her.
"I'm assuming you figured it out. My scan of your computer said you did. Well not my scan, my partners. Have you guessed who it is yet. He wants to see your face when you do." Taunting Garcia with a smirk. "Anyway, just so you know I except you to come alone. They can walk you up the the door, but once inside you're on your own. Got it? Good."
Battle walked over to the quivering FBI agent hostage. He reached out to stroke her face but Jayce cowered back. He pulled back his hand slowly the brought it smack against her face, leaving a red mark. This caused more sobs from the helpless women.
"Look how easy it is to break a person, Garcia. She had all that FBI training and in one hour of pain and… heh heh… violation she's just a scared little girl." Battle said drawing out every word like twisting a knife slowly in Penelope's heart.
When he said "Violation" Garcia nearly lost it.
"You slimy, sorry excuse for a man! You… you BASTARD!" she shrieked at the screen, tears falling down her face. Struggling to take a whack at the TV but Morgan held her in place with strong comforting arms. She stopped and burrowed her head in her Hot Stuff's shoulder and attempted to slow her tears. Then she heard the voice…
"Baby!... Baby don't think about it!" cried JC, Battle had let the gag out of her mouth. "Pen, don't… don't think about it. Just concentrate on the case. Don't lose your head, it's one of the best things you got." Jayce smiled feebly. "Just concentrate Baby. I still lo—" but she was cut off by Battle stuffing the gag back in her mouth.
"Remember Garcia, alone." Was the final word as the screen went blank with Penelope still staring at where JC was just a second before.
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"What time and day is it?" Pen asked
"The 10th, and its 7:25" answered Reid without even looking at a clock.
"So I've got 2 hours and 35 minutes to prepare." She concluded
"There is no chance in frozen Hell that you are going in there alone." Protested Morgan shifting her off his shoulder to make her look at him.
"Yeah" agreed Reid
"Please Garcia, I need my drinking buddy." Pleaded Prentiss
"I need my son's Fairy Godmother, Penelope." Sniffed JJ
"You heard the man… barley a man… I have to go in alone." She stated leaving no room for argument.
Rossi spoke up "The man profiles as controlling. He'll probably have a plan if anybody else come in with Kitten."
"She goes in alone." Finished Hotch placing a fatherly hand on his TA's shoulder.
"Hotch… man… please."
"No Morgan."
"Uh guys why don't we do what he do best, profile. We should give Garcia an arsenal of behavioral background." Suggested Reid.
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"Ok let's start with victimology. Garcia—" started Prentiss
"No start with JC. Why and how did Battle know Garcia would be affected by kidnapping her?" countered Rossi
Everyone looked at her. Garcia looked a bit shy, which is odd for her outgoing personality.
"Come on P you gotta tell us. Is this about the all secretive 'teams'?" prodded Morgan
"Yes" she nodded. And paused. And flashed back.
"Pen, I have a question to ask you." Said JC sounding uncharacteristically nervous.
"Yes, what is it baby?"
"Would you…"
"What?" giggled Pen, urging on her girlfriend JC.
"Iloveyouwouldyoumarryme?"
"Huh? Sweetheart I didn't quite catch that." Penelope asked now sitting up in their bed.
"I said…" JC let out a breath "Would you marry me?"
She was dumbstruck. But that faded to excitement quickly
"I…I yes, yes YES!" Pen cried happily kissing her new fiancé.
"Well good 'cause this ring was expensive." Sighed JC jokingly when they stopped making love a second time. She reached into her bedside pocket and pulled out a purple velvet box, inside there was a large diamond ring set in a white gold band surrounded in topaz. JC slid the ring on Pen's finger and gave her hand, and new ring, a kiss. The newly engaged and giddy couple got up, showered, clothed and started to make dinner.
That was when the forceful knock came at their door that ruined Penelope's life all over again.