Scintillating prompt 4
Vincent Price
vintage horror movie festival
Alfred Hitchcock
Monster Mash
Horror movies were something they had in common, they both loved them, that and old movies themselves, so the fact that they were holding a vintage horror movie festival made her absolutely giddy. It was on a Saturday night, she just hoped he was not busy and that they didn't get called away.
She walked in to work with an agenda only to be shot down by Hotch announcing she had a case to prep. Sadness filled he face. She was longing to spend time with him, especially alone time full of movies with things that went bump in the night so she had an excuse to hide her head in his firm chest.
Her mood switched from sad to angry, she hated that their jobs controlled their lives so much. She put on her game face and went to present the case, it was a serial in Boston, a sore spot for Hotch, so they offered to leave him home but he would not see that.
They discussed the particulars of the case with Garcia on the web cam on the way to Boston, once she hung up, Morgan called her back.
"What's up, Baby girl?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"Garcia." he prodded.
"I hate profilers!"
"Spill," he joked.
"I wanted to go to this Vintage Horror Movie Festival, I was going to invite you, but now you got called away on a case."
"When is it?" he asked.
"Saturday, I gave up hoping you would be back in time."
"Maybe next time?" he asked.
"Maybe," she answered, not knowing if there would be a next time.
The case was two gruelling weeks before they had enough evidence to capture the unsub, they were all more then ready to come home.
When they got back to the BAU, Morgan raced to her office, it was empty, there was some music left playing on her computer, he heard the faint sounds of Monster Mash. He turned on his heels and headed for Garcia's apartment with a quick stop by the movie store.
He picked up a few he was sure she would like, grabbed some snacks and headed to her place.
Unlocking the door and walking in, he could hear the unmistakable sound of Alfred Hitchcock. "Did you start the festival without me?" he asked.
"It was on the television, a marathon," she said passing the popcorn.
He sat down and passed her the movies he picked up, "The Fly and House on Haunted Hill, two of my favorites, you remembered I liked Vincent Price."
"Garcia, I remember everything you tell me, it's a occupational hazard."
"That could prove bad for me in time," she joked.
"It could prove good for you too," he retorted.
They curled into each other, watched movies and shared popcorn, they were in their own world even if it was only for a night.
