January 11th: Garcia's Bickering Babies
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January 11th: "Accidental" - 100 words - Gif prompt
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Her babies were fighting again.
Well. Her babies, and her one very cranky Daddy Rossi. Calling him her baby felt a little… obscene. Actually, calling him Daddy also felt obscene…
"Do you think Rossi would like being called Daddy?" she mused over the crackly skype call, and Emily sprayed coffee out of her nose and made a harsh noise of discontent. Reid handed her a tissue, his eyes huge and locked on the laptop screen.
"Uh?" he said, and blinked himself into silence. Garcia decided, probably wisely, to change the subject. The room they were in was claustrophobic in a way her office of wonderful wonderfulness never was, surrounded by crates and crates of the precinct's cold cases. The naughty corner for the two guilty agents.
"So, when is Hotch going to let you guys see the outside world again?" she asked, and was immediately rewarded by Emily beginning a tired grumble as she wiped coffee from her nose and mouth.
"I don't understand why we're even here—" she was snapping.
"Because you bet me to jinx Rossi's goatee blue—" Reid added mildly, without making eye contact with her. Uh oh. Trouble in their stoat-slash-witchy little love-nest.
Emily winced: "Accidentally!"
Reid snorted. "You… accidentally… bet me to dye Rossi's goatee blue. And the spell messed up—which was accidental…"
Garcia covered her mouth, holding back a choked laugh. "And… um… the… ferrets?"
Now, they were both frowning. "I have no idea," Emily confessed, opening a file and scanning it absently. "We really didn't do that."
"Maybe if they weren't blue Hotch would believe us about that…" muttered Reid, ducking his head. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Rossi summoned them himself to…" He stopped, and stared at Emily. "Oh. That's actually rather clever of him."
"Oh, that bastard," she snarled, "Oh, when he and Hotch get back, it's on," and the feed cut off. Garcia stared at the black screen.
Oh boy. Wherever Rossi was right now, he was in for a world of hurt.