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365: Day 36

Characters: Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan

Rating: T (language)

Inspirations

Garcia, Morgan and JJ were enjoying some much needed time together during their lunch break, choosing to all eat together in Garcia's lair. They sat around a table away from her babies and engaged in their usual fun witty banter, taking advantage of a little time away from the gruesomeness of their work.

"Did you guys ever have that favorite TV or movie character you wanted to be like when you grew up?" Garcia asked as she munched on her turkey sandwich.

"I wanted to be G.I. Joe," Morgan said after sipping his drink. "That's my idea of a kick ass hero."

"I can see that," JJ laughed, taking a bite of her salad.

"Maybe without the Army fatigues, though."

"What you talking about, mama? I could rock that Army gear." He flexed his muscles to make the point. "Plus, ladies love a man in uniform."

"I don't know that we could handle all that manliness in uniform," Garcia teased, squeezing his bicep. JJ almost choked on her salad.

"You okay, Jayje?" Morgan turned to her.

She got control of herself and saluted. "Yes, sir!"

Garcia cackled. "OMG! That was brilliant!"

"Alright, mama," Derek diverted the attention in the room. "What about you?"

"I wanted to be like Doc Brown from 'Back To The Future'."

"Seriously?" JJ looked at her funny.

"Oh, absolutely! The man invented a time machine out of a car! How awesome would that be to drive through time whenever you wanted!"

"Dude was crazy, that's for sure," Morgan added.

"Oh hush, you." Garcia nudged him. "I will admit to trying to build my own Flux Capacitor when I was 16."

"And did it take you where you wanted to go?" JJ quirked an eyebrow.

"No, but it did grant me an impromptu visit from a very handsome State Trooper and a speeding ticket."

Morgan buried his head in his hand and laughed. "Let me guess... 88 mph in a 60?"

"Correct you are, Mr. Profiler," she tapped her nose - the universal symbol for a correct guess in the game of Charades.

"That is so something you would do, too," JJ smiled. "You've always been a little crazy, haven't you?"

"Of course!" Garcia smiled brightly and proudly. "So what about you?"

JJ shrugged. "I never had that person I wanted to be like when I was younger, but when I got into college and wanted to be in communications, I wanted to be like C.J. Cregg from 'The West Wing'."

"Really?" Morgan's interest was piqued.

"Yeah. Every time she stepped up to the podium, she just exuded confidence. She was always so calm and collected, like absolutely nothing could phase her in front of the camera. She'd freak out or get angry later, but she would never let the press see her break. I wanted that kind of confidence."

"Honey, you've got that in spades," Garcia winked at her.

"Now, maybe. But when I first started, I was a nervous wreck. I used to watch reruns of her press conferences and try to mimic her in front of a mirror."

It was Morgan's turn to laugh. "I'm trying to get a mental picture of this."

She took one of his french fries and threw it at him. "Shut up, Army boy."

They all laughed and continued their fun, lighthearted lunch. Much too soon it was time to get back to work.

02/05/2013