When the team got back to FBI Headquarters they were ambushed by an ecstatic Garcia. She ran to them as soon as they were off the elevator, heels clip clapping on the floor as she went.
"I was so worried!" She scolded as soon as she was close enough to hear her. "No one told me a thing! But is that anything new? No." She said, hugging them regardless of her anger, which was slowly fizzling out at seeing them unharmed.
"I'm sorry, baby girl, we just got caught up in the moment." He said, kissing the top of her head. "You got the bastard, right?" She asked. Hotch nodded. "Yes." Was all he said. "And none of you got hurt, right?" She asked, looking at each of them. "Garcia we're fine," Prentiss said, smiling.
"You better be." She mumbled, making everyone smile.
A/N: Oh my god, guys, I'm SO sorry! I am the absolute worst, and I just cannot make myself write. I'm really trying, but I have no inspiration and there is another story my muse is begging me to write for Supernatural. IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE HAD ANY MOTIVATION! Every time I think I like a chapter, BOOM it's terrible and I suck. Honestly, I hate this but it was the best I had, so I hope you like it better than I do. If ANYONE has ANY ideas, I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR THEM!