A/N I know you are expecting more but hopefully soon some more will wing it's way to you guys.. ..
Wide eyed she leaned against the door frame and felt each breath painfully in chest as her heart thumped. She knew she had no place to hide and now was the time to face the music. Smoothing down her grey a- line skirt and sky blue shirt she pushed up her plain metal framed spectacles, her long Carmel curls hanging loosely around her face. Exhaling she grabbed the door and pushed herself forward. Each step was heavy and purposeful as she stepped out of the dim light into the harsh reality of the room.
Morgan was leaning back on his hands on Emily desk. His body language open and his curiosity was peaked. He watched as a red patent heel stepped out and he allowed his eyes to roam upwards. Her plain boring skirt was matched with an equally boring shirt. His eyes fell on the mass of curls that bobbed and twisted around her shoulders, shielding her face. He observed her shy demure, how she couldn't look them in the eye or even face to face. She had womanly curves that instantly caused him to reminisce about the one woman who had unwittingly stolen his heart. 'Garcia' he thought trying to prevent himself from drowning in her memory.
The months had not been kind to his shattered heart. With each passing day he continued to miss her with a passion he knew nothing off. Every time he saw a curvy woman with a halo of golden silk in bright colours he found his mouth dry and his heart right there. With each disappointment his heart splintered that little bit more. He missed her, she was his sun and stars, his joy and laughter. She made him see beauty in the dark world he inhabited. She lifted his spirits when he was crumbling. She completed the circle of his life. She was his missing link.
Hotch stepped forward and held out his hand.
"Thank you Ms..?"
Nervously shaking his hand he could feel the thin layer of sweat that graced her palm.
"You welcome" she murmured keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.
Maggie hung her head and shook it.
"What's your name?" asked JJ politely.
"My name?" she replied her nerves firing off warning sparks.
"Yeah what do your friends call you?" asked Reid.
Morgan cocked his head to the side as he and the rest of the team watched the inner battle play out in her body language. Why so secretive, he thought to himself.
"Oh crap" she hissed. They was no place to go expect honesty now. Well if I am going to go there I might as well go with flare, she thought as she dredged every remaining ounce of courage and confidence she could find.