I'm really trying to find out if anyone's reading my fanfic. Please review and let me know what you think. Should I continue? Am I portraying the characters accurately so far? Also, I just can't get used to calling Hotch "Aaron". It just doesn't flow…to me, anyway. Let me know what you think.
Derek was convinced that something was going on between Emily and Hotch. It didn't bother him, but he didn't like secrets in the team. Determined to get to the bottom of all this, he followed Garcia back to her office.
"Baby girl, we've got to figure out where those flowers came from. The name on the card was Maggie's Marigolds. Can you look that up on this computer of yours?" He sat down in the extra office chair behind her.
"I can do whatever you command me to, my love." Garcia typed the name of the florist into her database and instantly came up with the phone number. In two seconds, the headset was already dialing the number.
"Yes, this is Penelope Garcia with the FBI. A friend of mine just recently received flowers and I was wondering if you could tell me who sent them to her?" Garcia paused while the woman on the other end of the phone spoke.
"You can't release that information to the public? Honey, did you not here where I said I'm calling from? The Federal Bureau of Investigation! At Quantico!"
Suddenly Garcia ripped the headset off and glared at it fiercely. "She hung up on me!"
"Here, princess, give me the headset. I'll get the information from her," Morgan said, taking the piece of equipment from her.
When Derek called, a young woman answered and he instantly turned on his sexiest, most suave voice. "Hey there, Ella, my girlfriend got some flowers a little while ago from some guy and I really wanna know who they were from. It's kinda creeping her out. Think you can help me?"
He looked at Garcia and winked, smiling mischievously. "Yeah, they were delivered to the FBI building at Quantico to Emily Prentiss." He waited a couple more seconds. "You say they were from Aaron Hotchner?"
Garcia's mouth dropped open and she made no effort to close it again. Her brightly colored pen fell out of her hand and her eyes got wider than ever. Derek hung up, smiling and shaking his head.
"Just as I suspected," he muttered, chuckling to himself.
"What exactly does this mean, Derek?" Penelope wanted to know.
"It means, baby girl, that Prentiss and Hotch have some sort of romance goin' on. That's what this means."
"Oh my gosh!" Garcia exclaimed. "I need to call J.J. She'll want to hear about this, believe me!"