A/n so most of you wondered what Garcia would want in return for helping Reid in the last chapter. Well here it is, and we also see how much will Reid take before looking for away to escape the blackmail.

Disclaimer: None of them are mine and more's the pity for that.

Revenge is sweet!

His back was killing him! She may have been his best friend, but did that give her the right to make him her personal slave? When he found a way to counteract her blackmail…

"Hey sweet cheeks, you want some lemonade?" Her voice sounded right next to him, and he jumped back, hitting his head on the shelf above where he'd been crouched for half an hour.

"Ouch…" He rubbed the top of his head and swung around to glare at her. Okay… so turning that fast after hitting his head wasn't smart. Head rush! Hmm… on second thought, the dizziness could mean a concussion, and a concussion could mean that he could get out of whatever torture she had planned for him now.

"Sorry gorgeous, didn't mean to scare you." She was smiling widely and her eyes twinkled with mischief.

It was June and unusually hot in DC. She wore green shorts and a purple tank, with her hair pulled up on top of her head with a rainbow colored butterfly clip. She was sweating just as he was, but she looked like she was having the time of her life.

"I'm going to put a bell around your neck." He informed her.

"Oh don't get cranky sweet thing. I brought you some liquid refreshment, but if you're going to be mean I'll just drink it myself."

"No!"

"What do you say?" She held it behind her back.

"Please… may I have the lemonade?" He said, looking like a trained puppy.

"Very good gorgeous," She gave him the drink, and when she turned to go back to the living room, he did the only mature thing there was to do. He stuck his tongue out at her.

"I saw that," She sang back at him. "Do not anger the Goddess of all knowledge, or the rest of team might just find out about your inability to put together a simple entertainment center."

She left the room, and he was so tempted to use a certain hand gesture in her wake, but she would know. She always knew!

He wiped some sweat from his forehead, and pulled down the white tee shirt he wore that had ridden up when he bent over the box he was packing.

Garcia had decided that if the team were home for that weekend, she needed help with some late spring cleaning. She tapped Reid for help just as she had convinced him to detail her car, buy her Starbucks coffee for the last week, and provide her with any chocolate she thought he might have. He was beginning to think it was just better to bite the bullet and tell Morgan about his trouble with the entertainment center.

He took a drink of the lemonade and it was actually sweet enough. Usually when he was offered lemonade, it was always too tart. It had lots of ice in it as well and it was lovely and cold on his throat. He drank half of it down and put the glass on the night table, it was time to get back to work. He was packing a box of old obsolete computer parts. He'd already taken three boxes full out of the closet to the garbage.

He could hear Garcia vacuuming in the living room and singing loudly. He recognized the lyrics from "Invincible" by Pat Benatar and in spite of the fact that he seemed to be at her beck and call, he couldn't help but smile. If ever there was a theme song for someone!

One hand brushed a box at one end of the closet and it fell open at his feet. He looked down to see that the contents were photos. He automatically reached down to gather the pictures, but stopped just inches away. These were probably family pictures, it wasn't right for him to intrude. He should call her in here to pick them up. Then he thought if he did, she would just tell him to pick them up himself.

"Garcia…" He roared over the vacuum, but she didn't hear him as she was still singing. "Hey… Penelope!" He tried again, but it was no use. He'd come out of the bedroom to yell the second time, but she only sang and danced with the vacuum cleaner.

"Ok… I tried," He shouted at her back.

He went back to the pictures and began to gather them up. One slipped out of his hand and floated face up to the floor. When he saw what is was he began to laugh and even blush a little. Oh this was just too good to pass up, and it might get him out of his current predicament. He pulled his camera phone out of his pocket and began to take pictures. There were three of these particular pictures and he took copies of all of them.

He was sitting on the edge of her bed, enjoying the rest of the lemonade when Garcia came back to her room.

"You're looking way too relaxed sugar. Did you finish with the closet?"

"Oh… I'm finished alright!" He leaned back and grinned at her like the Cheshire Cat.

"No… I see this box over here gorgeous." She was smiling too, but a little mechanically. Why was he so happy?

"You'll have to take that one to the garbage yourself, but are you sure you want to get rid of those pictures?"

Her smile faltered and she snatched up the box while Reid tried not to choke on his drink as he laughed. She wheeled around to face him again, and her face was as red as a ripe tomato.

"Ah you're not going to tell him, are you?" Her eyes were pleading for him to promise to be quiet.

"That depends. You want to call it even on the blackmail and I'll keep my mouth shut."

"I can throw these away and no one will know, whereas if I tell Morgan about your little problem, he'll believe me without proof."

"Go ahead… I took pictures with my phone." He waved it in her face, and then held it out of her reach when she tried to snatch it out of his hands.

"Fine… we're even, but you have to swear that you'll-"

"I'm not telling him. You know I always keep a promise!" He looked very insulted and put out that she would even suggest such a thing. "By the way… why are you keeping printouts in your closet?"

She went even redder if that were possible. "He was here after I got shot and he didn't come into the bedroom, but I completely forgot that I had these framed and I kinda freaked out. I put them away in case he ever came back and was in my room."

Reid snorted around his glass again and she glared at him. "I can get into your phone and delete those pictures faster than you can say Stephen Hawking."

"Yeah… see I thought of that, so I sent them to a friend with a text message explaining what they were, and Morgan's number in case you tamper with my copies."

Most people don't gape with their mouth open despite what you might read in a book. He was interested to see that Garcia's mouth was really hanging open.

"You can do all that, but you can't hook up your TV?"

"I understand my phone. I have practice from getting messages and pictures from you all these years."

He stood up and headed for the outer door to the apartment. If he hurried, he could make a special showing of all the Star Trek movies on the Sci-Fi Channel that was beginning in an hour.

"Hey Reid… what makes you think Morgan won't deck you if he gets those pictures from one of your friends. There's no way for him to trace it back to me."

"Oh… he'll know where they came from. I think the one of him in chaps, and nothing else is a dead giveaway, don't you."