Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, but I'm excited CBS is bringing back our favorite lovely ladies.
Author's Note: Another chapter for my amazing reviewers. I would love some feedback, comments, ideas or anything. They make me happy. I beg of you!
"Excuse me, Mrs. Prentiss," a young boy called from the front desk as he chased after them. "You have a package at the front desk." Both women stopped and turned to follow him. "How was your day of touring?" He asked as he slipped out of sight for a second and came back clutching a package.
"It was great. This island is spectacular," JJ commented as Emily tipped the boy. Walking hand in hand, the couple entered their suite and looked around with bright smiles.
"I think I have some favors to repay," Emily whispered against JJ's lips, pressing the blonde against the recently closed door. Emily braced herself, effectively trapping JJ.
"Let's open the package first. Who do you think it's from?" JJ pulled the package in between them, and Emily grunted obnoxiously.
"Such a cockblock," Emily mumbled, resting her forehead against JJ's.
"Baby, I hate to break it to you, but you don't have the right parts for me to be a cockblock," JJ laughed, leading them further into the suite.
"You never know what naughty toys I brought on this trip. I very well could have a cock in my suitcase." Emily's whisper caused an involuntary shiver to run through the blonde's body. "Your body likes the sound of that," Emily noted, massaging JJ's shoulders through the thin tank top as JJ tried to open the package.
"Yeah, my body likes the idea of anything that involves your sexual prowess- cock or not."
"Then let's forget the package, and get on with the package buried somewhere in my carry on."
"So that's why the TSA guard got so flabbergasted when he checked your bag. Poor man almost had a stroke," JJ laughed, remembering the deep red blush that consumed the unassuming older male agent at the airport.
"It probably didn't help that you slapped my ass right as he found the strap on either," Emily mused.
"I did not slap your ass, Mrs. Prentiss."
"Oh really? Felt like a slap," Emily said with a roll of her eyes.
"It was a pat, not a slap."
"Tomato, tomaato."
"If you keep mocking me, your ass will be slapped later tonight."
"Hmmm, I never say no to you. You're so sexy when you take control," Emily muttered against JJ's skin. JJ turned in her arms- the package long forgotten.
"Oh it is?"
"Yes ma'am. You're sexy all the time though. I got damn lucky. My wife is smoking hot." Emily leaned into kiss her, but she was stopped by JJ's hand.
"You wanted control, did you not? Open the package. Then come find me, and take your time, Em." JJ sauntered off closing the doors to the master bedroom, only turning back to glance over her shoulder and give the brunette a smoldering wink. Emily was in for it. She knew that look in her wife's eyes, and it involved torturous teasing and very wrinkled bed sheets. Returning her attention to the partially unwrapped package, Emily pulled out the card and immediately recognized the loud, loopy handwriting that was so descriptive of its owner.
"The package is from Garcia," Emily called to her hiding wife.
Dear Lesbian Lovebirds,
Consider this a second, pregnancy-free honeymoon. This is the side of the trip my adorably sweet godchildren know nothing about. Your first honeymoon was infused with a pregnant brunette. Emily, hopefully you will stay away from the porcelain throne this time around. Enjoy the gifts. I can't wait to here all about it ;)
And don't worry we'll keep an eye on your munchkins.
Lots of Love, PG
Grinning at the flourished handwriting, she sent a mental thank you to Garcia as she thought back to their honeymoon in Greece sixteen years ago. On that trip, the two women spent a week wrapped in each other's arms whether it was on the beach or in their room. Emily could only hope this week would prove to be similar.
At the Prentiss household, things were quickly getting out of hand. Abby ran to find Nate as something shattered in another room. "Nate," Abby called as she ran around looking for her brother. "Where are you? We have an issue."
"What?" He shouted furiously as he threw up his bedroom door.
"What are you doing? Where is your shirt? Never mind. Gross. I don't want to know. Someone broke a window or something. Things are crazy. We've got to do something."
"Fuck," Nate cursed under his breath. "Lilah, I'm really sorry, but I have to go figure something out."
"Lilah," Abby laughed as she recognized the girl Nate had been talking about for weeks. "Way to go, Nate, but keep it in your pants. Moms would really kill you if you knock up some girl."
"Don't even want to think about that. Let's face one disaster at a time. What happened downstairs?"
"Hell if I know, but the cops are here. What the hell are we going to do?"
"I'm sorry. What did you just say?"
"Kids, where are your parents?" An officer in blue stood in the foyer looking around at the party taking place around him. Nate and Abby looked at him wide-eyed before ushering him back out to the front yard as Henry rushed around turning down the music and telling people to shut up.
"Sorry, officer. We'll keep it down."
"How old are you two?"
Abby and Nate looked at each other. "Officer, what's going on here?" The twins turned to stare at each other again, unsure of whether to be relieved or terrified.
"We had multiple noise complaints from this house, and I believe there is underage drinking. Are you their father?"
"Sorry, I'm Special Supervisory Agent Derek Morgan. I'm with the behavioral analysis unit of the FBI. These two are my godchildren. If you don't mind, I can get it under control from here."
"I see, sir. We really appreciate the work your team did for us on our latest case. I'll take these kids will learn their lesson from you."
"You can count on that," Morgan agreed, staring at the twins. The officer tipped his hat and walked back to his patrol car. "In the house, now."
"Crap," Abby muttered to Nate as they turned around. Opening the front door, Morgan assessed the damage to the house. Whistling loudly, he shouted over the noise.
"Those of you who do not reside in this house permanently have fifteen seconds to get out and go home before I draft you all into the closest police academy. Got it?" All the teens looked up at the muscled agent and quickly ran for the front door. "That's what I thought. Get out," he shouted again. The house cleared out in record time, and Morgan was left standing staring at his three godchildren. "I can't even begin to describe the trouble you're in. Where is Hayley, and where is your shirt?"
Abby bit her lip and looked at the floor. Nate responded, "I dropped her off at a friend's for a slumber party."
"The one thing you did that was remotely responsible. Where is your shirt?"
"On the floor somewhere."
"Great," Morgan said sarcastically. "Henry, can you walk in a straight line?"
"Umm, yeah," Henry said, staring at the ground as he walked hell to toe. Making it halfway to Morgan before he lost his balance.
"What did you drink?"
"Josh had Jagermister. I only tried it, but I guess I tried a little too much."
"You promised me you weren't going to drink," Nate shouted, shocked that his little brother lied to him.
"It was just a taste!" Henry tried to defend himself. Things went from bad to worse as Garcia burst through the door and gasped as she saw the usually pristine living room in tramples of trash.
"Oh my god, your mothers are going to kill you. Henry," she shrieked. "Come here. Are you drunk?" He nodded guiltily. "Oh my god," she whispered as she took in his dilated pupils. "I will be back to deal with you two."
"She's scary," Abby muttered to her twin, reverting back to the language they had created as youngsters. Nate nodded and grimaced as he thought about how his godparents were going to react. Telling his mothers though that was going to be infinitely worse.
"What happened?" Garcia shrieked as she returned from upstairs. "What is wrong with you two? Why are you shirtless?" The questions were spit fired rapidly, and the twins looked down at the floor, ashamed. "One of you better start talking now."
"Hey babe, you coming back upstairs soon?" Max immediately regretted venturing out of Abby's room as he came face to face with the muscled agent and the eccentric computer whiz.
"You must be Max. Why is every teenage boy in this house shirtless?" Garcia glared at her godchildren. "I think it's time for you to go unless you want to be held equally responsible for this out of control party."
"It was partially my fault," Max confirmed.
"That's sweet, Max, but you may want to run far away now," Abby said to her boyfriend.
"Are you sure? You'll be okay?" Abby nodded and he rushed for the front door, still shirtless. As he realized his torso was still bare, Max turned around and was quickly met by Morgan body blocking the way.
"Get it later, lover boy," Morgan commanded as he ushered Max out the door closing the front door with a definitive slam.
"Start talking," Garcia said, emphasizing each syllable.
"Originally it was only supposed to be a few friends, and it was going to be a small party. Then, people started texting it around that we were having a party," Abby started.
"It started to get out of control, and some guy in our grade brought a keg that he got from his older brother," Nate continued.
"The music got louder and louder, and Henry was skating with his friends out back. Then, Lilah got here, and Nate's had a crush on her for a while. Then, Max showed up, and he and I were dancing."
"Next thing I know, Abby is screaming for me and the cops are here."
"Yeah, and then you guys showed up," Abby finished the tale.
"Well, to start with, you got your thirteen year old brother drunk off his ass. You trashed your house. There are broken windows and shattered glasses everywhere," Garcia shouted, practically seething.
"It wasn't our fault," Abby started to say.
"We told Henry not to drink," Nate tried to defend himself.
"I don't care. He is your little brother, and you are supposed to watch out for him. You're lucky you both had the sense to get Hayley out of this damn house or you would be in for more than just a verbal lashing."
"For the next six days, neither of you will have any privacy. You will go to school. You will go to practice, and you will come home where one of your lovely uncles or I will be here to watch you put this house back together. I would start thinking about ways to tell your mothers their living room is demolished and one of their children got wasted."
"For now, both of you get to bed before I start restricting more of your daily lives."
"Night, Aunt Pen, Uncle Derek," the twins said with matching frowns as they turned to walk upstairs.
Garcia leaned into Morgan heavily. "What are we going to tell Emily and JJ? Henry is drunk, Derek! Their windows are broken. The coffee table is shattered, and I think one of her first edition Vonnegut novels is drenched. Fuck, I was supposed to watch them, Derek! They are going to be furious."
"It's going to be okay. Teenagers will be teenagers. Both of them had pretty rambunctious, rebellious teen years. They will understand. They won't blame you either. It's okay, baby," Morgan reassured the frantic blonde in his arms. "It's okay. You know you will make a great mother one day. No doubt in my mind about that."
Garcia smiled up as she met her lover's eyes. "Thanks; I needed to hear that. I love you."
"I love you too. Let's go get some sleep. Thank god they bought a house with a decent sized guest room." Locking up and setting the alarm, the two adults walked upstairs, pausing only to check on the three-grounded teens, before climbing into the large queen bed in the guest room.