The Blue Dress Shirt Chapter Six

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A/N – I had fun with this chapter, I guess because this really is how I see Garcia behaving. She has a personality that can sometimes annoy and overwhelm you but in the end you love her because that's just who she is.

"How'd she take it?" Hotch asked as JJ stepped out of the office of their technical analyst.

"Well." She made a face as she latched on to his arm to pull him away before Garcia decided to venture out of her lair. "Not quite as well as I had hoped." They'd only got a few steps when she stopped them.

"You!" Garcia accused. "You're breaking up our family." She sniffed. "Because of you JJ is going to leave the BAU to go to the State Department. Do you know what's going to happen to her there?"

JJ watched as the man who stared fear in the face and didn't so much as blink wavered in the face of their indignant TA. She counted to ten as she let Garcia scold him but when she accused him of being selfish she'd heard enough and interceded. "Alright, Pen."

"Don't you stick up for him." Garcia sniffled. "Do you know what he did?"

"Garcia, Hotch didn't do anything. Just the other day you were going on about how he deserved the best." JJ said calmly.

"Well I didn't mean you." She lamented. "Especially if it means losing you, what am I going to do without you here?"

JJ smiled indulgently. "Oh Garcia, you're not losing me. I just told you that. I'm going to have better hours and I'm going to be making a lot more money. You'll probably see me more."

"If you want more money I can get you more money." Garcia stated wildly.

"I'm going to pretend that I didn't just hear that." Hotch said dryly.

Garcia looked at Hotch angrily. "You just better hope you get a paycheck."

JJ watched as Hotch blanched and frowned. "Pen, I love you but you're being ridiculous and that was just mean. Instead of making him feel bad you should be congratulating us. We're in love. I love him – like over the moon, crazy happy, want to spend the rest of my life with him. Do not make him feel bad about my decision to find another job. Because I would make the same decision every single time if it meant I got to keep him." She stated earnestly.

Penelope blinked, looked at JJ and then looked at Hotch. "I am so happy for you guys." She blubbered before throwing herself in Hotch's arms.

"Thanks, Pen." JJ said, rubbing her back soothingly and smiling up at Hotch. "We're pretty happy too."

Her smile widened as Hotch grimaced and said. "Uh, Garcia, I want you to know, I meant everything I said to you the other evening. I do love JJ and I will do everything in my power to make her happy."

Garcia sniffled. "I know you will. I'm sorry I'm such an emotional mess."

"You never have to apologize when you're looking out for JJ's best interests." Hotch assured her.

Garcia stepped back and looked up at Hotch. "We both know that I was only concerned about myself." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "You know, you really are a catch. I'm glad JJ was the one that caught you."

"Me too." Hotch said sincerely.

Garcia stepped back and studied the pair. "Okay, I'm just going to go back to my office and make computer generated pictures of what your eventual kids will look like."

JJ watched as Hotch went white. "She's just kidding."

"No I'm not." Garcia scoffed, turning towards her office. "I bet they're going to be cuties."

"Aaron, you're going to turn blue if you don't breathe soon." JJ said to Hotch who continued to stare after the tech who was now laughing merrily.

"Do you want more kids?" He turned and questioned suddenly.

JJ was startled, did she want more kids? She looked up at his anxious face. "I don't know, I haven't really thought about it. Do you want more kids?" She asked throwing the question back at him.

Hotch stared at her for half a second. "I did." He admitted. "I like kids. I wanted a whole house full but it just never happened, and then I got a divorce and it was never going to happen."

"Oh." JJ blinked, surprised at his answer. She hadn't known that. "Maybe we should discuss it."

"Is it going to be a deal breaker?" He asked, suddenly nervous, feeling his tenuous hold on happiness already slipping out of his grasp.

JJ moved into him and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm pretty sure it's not." She sighed as he leaned down to capture her mouth in his.

"Oh my God are they are going to be cute!" They heard Garcia screech.

JJ giggled as they turned away from the office. "So, how do you feel about marriage?" An emboldened Hotch asked as they turned to head back towards the bullpen.

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Garcia was still making little baby Jotch's when Morgan knocked on her door. "What'cha doin' Baby Girl?"

"Hello Handsome." She gestured for him to come in. "I am determining what future Hotchner babies will look like."

Derek's jaw dropped. "JJ's pregnant?"

"No." Garcia laughed. "At least not yet." She mumbled under her breath.

Derek frowned. "I didn't think about babies." He stated in a panic.

Garcia snorted. "Men rarely do. You like the part that leads up to the babies well enough but sometimes you fail to realize that they are often the end result of the fun you like to have." She smiled at his concern. "Don't worry Hotch and JJ are going to be fine. I bet you fifty dollars they'll be popping one of these out by this time next year." She rubbed a hand fondly over her distended stomach.

"I don't know if she wants kids, Pen." His eyes were wide. "I don't know if I want kids."

Garcia hands lifted from her keyboard abruptly and she swiveled. "She? Who she?" She barked at Derek as he sat slack-jawed. "Why do you have a she that I don't know about?" She laughed when his eyes cleared and he looked at her. "And do not even try to deny anything now. Spill."

"I wasn't." He assured her. "Why do you think I'm visiting you?"

She leveled him with a look. "What I'd like to know, Derek Morgan, is why all of my friends think it is okay to keep secrets from me?"

Derek flashed a smile that always served him well in the past. "Baby Girl…"

Garcia pursed her lips refusing to be taken in by his charming antics. "Cut the crap, Hot Stuff."

There was a slight knock then Emily stuck her head in the room. "Hey." Her eyes widened when Penelope turned to her with a ferocious look. "You're busy, I'll come back."

Pen already spotted Derek's reaction upon Emily's arrival. Recent events opened her eyes. "Oh no you don't, get back here." She waited until Emily slunk back into the office. "So, you and my Chocolate Adonis?"

Emily looked at Derek who did nothing more than shrug. "Um."

"Honestly what is wrong with you people? Coupling up like you were horny teenagers at summer camp." She scoffed.

Morgan grinned at the analogy. "You're the one that's always telling me I have to find a nice girl and settle down." He held his hand out for Emily. "I finally took your advice."

"Don't try to placate me with a backhanded compliment. I know all of your games, Player." She studied them as she had JJ and Hotch. Their hands were intertwined and Emily stood close to where Morgan sat. She sighed sadly. "Which one?"

Emily wasn't surprised that she was so shrewd. "Only me, Pen. Derek couldn't leave you."

"Well don't assume that I'll handle your leaving any better." She announced as two fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

Emily was immediately at her side. "Oh, come on, Garcia, you know I don't handle tears well." She sent a panicked glance to Derek.

"Maybe you should have considered that before you came in here to rip my heart out."

Emily kneeled in front of her. "This is a really good deal, I'm going to go back to Interpol, but I'll be based out of DC. I'll have my own office and a team of people." She rubbed Penelope's knee. "And the pay is better."

"I had no idea you and JJ were so materialistic." Garcia pouted.

Emily laughed. "You know, we figured this was a much better solution than all of us getting fired."

Garcia let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, that's a good point. So, you and Derek, huh? Is he as good as I always suspected he'd be?"

"He gets the job done, Pen." Emily replied, drolly, not quite comfortable talking about her sex life.

"I won't pressure you for details since he's in the room but just between you and me this topic isn't closed." She told her pointedly. She grinned deviously. "So Emily, what's your stance on babies?"

Not sure where the question was coming from she turned to Derek who only shrugged. "I, uh, like them." She said hesitantly as she stood back up while Garcia swiveled back to her computer.

"This is what baby Hotchner might look like." A picture of a baby popped up on the screen that had a mesh of JJ and Hotch's features. "Pretty cute, huh?" She said over her shoulder as Emily broke into a wide smile. "If you liked that, wait until you see this." The words barely left her mouth when a new picture popped up.

"What is that?" Emily croaked as she took in the picture of a baby with a skin tone slightly lighter than Derek and eyes shaped like her own. She couldn't help staring in awe.

Grinning at the dumbfounded expression on both Derek and Emily's faces Garcia laughed. "I call this one baby Demily. It's a companion to baby Jotch." She executed a split screen and both computer generated pictures appeared. "Auntie Pen wants this to be a reality so you horny fools better get cracking. I want something good to come out of my loss."

"How about we get back to you on that?" Derek promised her, leading a stunned Prentiss from the room. "Don't freak out, Em." He cautioned her.

"I'm not." Emily drew to a stop. "Did you see that baby?" She asked him. "I want that baby." Her eyes flew open wide and she slapped a hand over her mouth. Then she giggled unable to stop the laughter that bubbled out. "Oh my God. Derek, I want a baby." She looked at him. "Say something."

He pressed a hard kiss on her mouth. "I'm not doing anything tonight."

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Garcia remained in her office the rest of the morning. She didn't like change and she'd been forced to deal with a lot of it. Her eyes were almost as swollen as her feet. She sighed when a knock on the door announced another visitor. Bracing herself she turned and hollered out "Come in."

Rossi and Reid sheepishly filed into her office.

Garcia stared at them in fear. "I swear to god if you two tell me that you're sleeping together …"

Rossi and Reid exchanged horrified glances and stepped apart from one another. "What?" Reid gasped. "No, no, not at all."

Rossi however greeted the statement with a chuckle. "Very funny, Penny, no, Reid and I were the only ones not having sex. That's why we're here." He told her cryptically.

Garcia raised a brow. "Do tell."

Rossi closed the door to her office and stepped closer to the tech. "So you know we have a couple of job openings."

"I'm aware." She said miserably.

"So I was thinking," He continued, "You could help us identify JJ and Prentiss's replacements."

"And how do you think I can do that?" Garcia asked curiously.

Rossi snorted. "Penny, please don't be modest, there is nothing you can't do with a computer."

"Keep talking." She replied, liking what he was saying.

"So say you were to pull up the FBI database of agents. You could wheedle down agents who were interested in working with the BAU. You and I both know that's a pretty big wish list. From there we can weed out all the undesirables."

Garcia smirked. "I'm assuming by undesirables you are referring to the male gender."

"You'd be correct." Rossi said with a wink. "Then once we got that far we could really get down to business."

"I'm almost afraid to ask."

Rossi grabbed the chair that Morgan occupied earlier and pulled it close to Garcia. "I'm assuming that you can pull up agent specifics."

"Specifics?" She asked, puzzled. "You mean like linguist, sharpshooter, negotiator… "

"No." Rossi shook his head. "Why would I care about that? You know height, weight, age, hair color."

Reid caught on quickly. "I think a redhead would be a good addition, say around 28ish?"

Penelope's head snapped over to glare at Rossi. "What have you done to my sweet, innocent Dr. Reid?"

"What?" He flashed a devious smile. "Look at this as an opportunity. You could be our wing woman."

Garcia scoffed. "Really? Why does it feel like I'd be baiting unsuspecting women?"

Rossi grabbed his heart. "Penny, I'm wounded. Reid and I just want a shot at the same happiness that Hotch and Morgan found. If the situations were reversed don't tell me you wouldn't be doing everything you could to help Derek. In fact, weren't you trying to find Hotch a mate not that long ago?" He gave her his saddest face.

"Since when have you had any trouble finding a woman?" She responded, not buying his act.

"It's not just for me, think of the boy." He pleaded, looking at Reid sympathetically.

"Or I could think of what would happen to the BAU if we brought in two new woman only to have them hook up with two other agents and how that would appear. We'd go from being considered an elite team to a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen."

Reid winced. "She makes a good point."

Rossi gave her a disgruntled look. "JJ was in here this morning wasn't she?"

Garcia ignored him. "So Reid, I have a friend, Amy, in my book club. She's got pink hair, which is a derivative of red, she's about 28. I could probably arrange a meet. She would probably be super excited by your ability to read so quickly."

"What about all the women that are going to throw themselves at you once JJ and Emily start their rumors?" Rossi whined, feeling his tentative grasp on Reid slipping.

Reid shrugged. "I already heard from Anderson that JJ and Hotch are an item. Someone saw them over the weekend with Jack and Henry. It's all over the place. It doesn't help that they're all gooey around each other. And Prentiss had Morgan pressed up against the men's room door about fifteen minutes ago. I'm not thinking anyone is going to buy any false rumor involving me." He grinned at Penelope. "So, you think Amy will like me?"

"I think she's going to love you." She smiled as he blushed and went out the door. She turned her attention back to Dave. "So, I understand that Strauss's divorce is final."

Rossi frowned at her. "What are you implying, Penny?"

"There is a bit of shared history." Garcia said slyly.

Rossi chortled. "As in been there, done that, bought the tee shirt."

"Really?" Garcia laughed. "I kind of always suspected more of a where there's smoke there's fire."

"We did burn kind of hot." Rossi smirked then scowled. "That's ancient history."

"Are you so sure about that?" She countered as she and Rossi engaged in a stare off.

"I liked you better when you were weepy." He grouched, stalking out of her office.

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