Another installment - and to the guest who left an amazingly long in-depth review- This is definitely still a Morcia story and we have will have an amazing ride to the HEA. I promise not to take them to the point of no return (and yes, even after you read the next chapter - the point of no return hasn't been reached).

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"I wish I could see you off," she said as she put on her green wool coat and passed Jaime her car keys.

"I'll pick you up after work," Jaime said as he put her keys in his pocket.

He phone pinged again, "Geez," she said looking at the updates from the case – "or tomorrow morning. If it's tomorrow and you have class I'll just cab it."

"I could drop of the car and ride my bike to the studio."

"Did you get a helmet? People in Virginia aren't used to bikers and you ..."

"I have a helmet," he said with a grimace, "but what's the point of riding a bike if you're not going to have the wind in your hair?" he said looking at his parents for support.

She turned to Fionn, Jaime's sister, and gave her huge hug. "Promise me," Fionn whispered, "you'll come if there's a lag between the visa approval."

"I can't promise... but I will try," Penelope assured the woman.

"Like really try," Fionn added as if Jaime already told her that she probably wouldn't come.

"Yes," she said giving her a squeeze.

She moved on to Jaime's parents, "It was great spending the past couple of weeks with you and we hope to see more of you," his mom said.

"Likewise," she said giving his mom a hug

"Thank you," Jaime's father said

"For what," she wondered aloud.

"For making my son so happy," He said as if it was obvious and hugged her.

"Thank you for making such a wonderful person," she said giving their hand a squeeze.

Her phone pinged again, "The car is outside," she said to Jaime.

"Let me walk you out," He said grabbing his coat and following her down the stairs.

"Thank you for putting up with the crazy lot." He said as the door closed behind them.

"Your family isn't crazy," she said stroking his jacket lapel—"They're sweet."

"And I loved hearing about you and the tree house in your bunk bed."

"You'll never forget that will you?" he said rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Nope," she said as she kissed his lips.

He kissed her back gently and her phone dinged as a horn blew, "Don't worry about picking me up," she said as she pulled away from him.

He pulled her back into his chest and said, "I love you, teacup."

She felt like the wind was kicked out of her lungs and she didn't know what to say. She licked her lips and was about to say something when his fingers rested on her lips.

"Text me and I'll pick you up," he said closing tying the belt around her jacket, "and bring you home."

He gave her a firm kiss, "Ok?"

She nodded with her head still reeling from what he shared.

He guided her to the cab and he closed the door once she was in. He tapped the hood and the car pulled off. She looked back and he was waving at her.

She pulled out her phone and sent him a gif of a cat dancing. You make me feel like this little kitty.

As she turned on the lights of her office she tried the team one more time. They must be taking off she thought as she bent over to turn on her computer.

He loves me she thought as she smiled to herself. Just thinking about the past couple of weeks she spent with Jaime and his family - she realized that she felt truly happy and she hoped that it wouldn't end. Just a small hope—super tiny hope—almost can't see it -hoped that he could be the one. She wished she could know the plan – everything happens for a reason and maybe Derek breaking up with her was supposed to happen so she could meet this wonderful man. Speaking of wonderful she thought I should fix his passport thingy so he can stay.

As her computer powered up she accessed the Immigration database on her tablet and tinkered with his Visa application, as the team was still unreachable. It only takes 2 seconds and…she'd solve his problem.

All of her babies were powered up and ready to go as she waited for the program to accept the new status—she needed to get the code and type it into the Visa Database with the new code… but the code wouldn't populate on the freakin' tablet. Just as she was about to do it on the main computer the code came through.

Thank you fairy godmother! she exclaimed to know one.

Before she could type in the confirmation code the team popped on her screen. She put down the IPod and greeted them, "Garcia at your service."

"Did you see the case," Hotch asked

"Yes and it's a doozy she clicked over to the case and let the team know what she uncovered about the victims.

5 month later

"I could have taken a cab," Fran said as she secured her seatbelt

"Nonsense, I don't have to be in for 3 hours and Derek and the team are flying back. From Vegas – a 6-hour flight. I know he's going to be sad he missed you."

She looks out the rear window and pulls out not noticing Fran eyeing her.

"Something is different," Fran said trying to put her finger on it.

"Hmm," Garcia said waiting for a car to let her out

"You, something is different."

"I highlighted my hair," she said looking between two mirrors, "maybe it's the yoga."

"No you're happy—down right glowing?"

"Ugh," Fran groaned, "and it's not my son whose putting that – what do you call it pixie dust around you."

Garcia chuckles, "Derek and I have a friendship that-."

"I know," Fran interrupted, "I just never understood why it didn't work. He was so happy when he was with you – the nightmares were gone and I thought - I'd finally see those grand babies."

"He loves Savannah, Fran. I mean you must love her too to give her the secret peach cobbler recipe."

She chuckled, "the recipe is actually her mother's – she gave it to me when we worked in the hospital together."

"When Savannah broke up with Derek – he was broken hearted but you my dear—you made him different- in a good way- He could let the job be the job. But I think he's still gun shy."

Fran noticed the awkward silence and squeezed Penelope's leg with affection, "A mother can dream about the perfect daughter in law can't she? So tell me about your boyfriend."

"Thanks again Garcia," Derek said heading to his office.

She wondered when would things go back to normal, she shook her head and watched him go maybe this is the new normal.

"Garcia. My office. Now."

"Geez what crawled up Sir Hotch's butt," she muttered to herself as she made her way towards his lair.

"Do we have a case? She asked.

"Door?" he growled out.

She never seen him this upset before and she didn't know if she should take the seat his hand ordered her to take or should she stay by the door ready to exit.

When his hand gestured towards the chair (again) she moved towards it.

She licked her lips and looked at him.

His brows drew closer together, and she bit her bottom lip.

"Did you hack Immigration database?

"What?"

Shit she thought she was distracted and never completed the second part

"I," she shyly began.

"Homeland has you boyfriend in custody at Regan Airport. He's being held because he was coming into the country under a false immigration visa."

Tears weld up in her eyes, "I did a thing." She began to ramble, "like how I got us iPads – his papers were held up so I just un-held it and then I forgot to put in the proper code to not red flag the visa."

"You know you could jeopardize your deal with agency." He glared at her, "You could go to jail, Garcia."

"I," she stammered, "I didn't think it was a big deal – he's not a terrorist he's a yoga instructor who mailed his forms late I think," she sputtered out.

"I mean he doesn't know – does he know why he's detained – because he'll be mad that I did this thing. I kinda promised that I wouldn't."

Now tears are running down her check and Hotch felt bad about not telling her that he fixed it already - He just wanted to make sure that Jaime didn't pressure her into doing this.

He handed her a handkerchief, "Let's go to Regan."