A/N: You know I love the cheesy declaration of love oneshots. So here's another one.
I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR THE CHARACTERS.
"You okay, Tiger? You look surprised and that's not a look I'm used to seeing on you. How are things with Lisa? She was cute and you're not totally unfortunate looking." I pried. Luke gave me a wry laugh, but didn't look impressed with my quips. "Oh no. Did she break things off with you, already?" I pressed.
"She said I wasn't honest. She thought that Roxy was my daughter and not my dog. Then, she wouldn't let me get a word in. It's probably for the best. I wasn't feelin' it." He admitted. My jaw dropped and I felt my body fill with rage.
"I'm so sorry, Luke. I'll fix this. Who does she think she is?! There is no possible way she can do better than you." I scoffed in disgust.
"Chica, relax. I just told you I wasn't feeling it. Besides, I'm interested in someone else. I only went with her, because I promised you and Rossi that I would get out there." Luke soothed my irritation.
"Oh, well, that changes everything. Who is she? Can I help?" I volunteered with a grin. He stroked my arm.
"You might know her. She's gorgeous – definitely the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She has the most expressive face and the kindest heart. She has the finest body – curves for days. She colors her hair a lot, but it's blonde again, now. No one gives me a harder time or makes me smile as hard." He described someone who could possibly mean me. But he didn't mean that, did he?
"Luke –"
"You're in a league all on your own, Garcia. Every other female falls at the wayside. I didn't have a prayer. Since you've come into my life, it's always been you."
"Luke –" I tried, again, as my mind raced a million miles a minute. His lips touched mine and I melted against him. It just felt so cosmically right.
"That's why I resented you so much… Because of how you made me feel. I kind of love you, Luke Alvez." I admitted. I heard cheering around us, in the bullpen.
"I definitely love you, Penelope Garcia."