I started this story two days ago with the intention of putting up one chapter a night, and I already broke that intention. Sill Christmas Concerts at school, interrupting all my FanFiction. Anyways, here's a chapter that I really have to give the credit to my Mom for, she gave me the idea, only with slightly different pairings. I hope you all like this, I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I promise the next ones would be better. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I asked for Spencer Reid for Christmas, but Santa said no, I've been neglecting homework for FanFiction too much to be on the "Nice" list. Ironic, isn't it? Ha.

Enjoy!

P is for Permission

"What?" Was the first word that Spencer Reid could form properly after the initial shock set in.

"Would you be offended if… if I asked Morgan out?" Garcia asked again, her tone of voice latent with curiosity and something the Doctor sitting beside her could not place. Reid blinked again, trying to clear some space in his head for this information, and he began to tap his foot, a small idiosyncrasy that would have gone unnoticed by anyone but Garcia.

"Why would I be offended?" He managed to stutter out, while the Technical Analyst looked on curiously

"Well, you two are so close… I just thought…" She trailed off, before clearing her throat finitely, turning back to her computer and shaking her head. "Never mind. It was a silly idea."

Reid looked at her for a moment, trying to read her body language, figure out what she was hiding from him, and why she would think that he would be offended if she asked out Morgan. "No, Garcia, tell me! Why would you feel the need to ask for my permission to date Morgan?" He insisted as Garcia turned and bit her lip.

"Well… you two are so close… and I see how you look at him, and how he looks at you… and I just thought that… maybe…" She stuttered, and Reid's eyes clouded over for a moment, his brows furrowed, and a look of intense thought covered his face, before his head snapped toward her, with a blush creeping up his neck.

"What?!" He exclaimed, leaping to his feet, knocking over a pile of papers in the process. "Garcia, you didn't think that, that Der- er, Morgan- and I are… No, no!" He stuttered to a halt, hands stopping in mid air, before his fingers tensed and he brought them down to his sides, silently and quickly calming himself.

Garcia watched intently as Spencer had this slight spasm, a glint in her eye sparking, though Reid wasn't sure what exactly it was. She cleared her throat again, and a sincere look of embarrassment crossed her face.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean to offend you sweetie, I just thought, you know, the way he looks at you, and how you look at him like…" She trailed off again, a sideways glance out of the corner of her eye going unnoticed by Reid.

"Like what?" He asked, not really upset, just startled, and inquisitive. Garcia smiled at him, shrugging her shoulders in a way that on someone else would have looked innocent, but on Garcia only looked suggestive.

"Like he's some sort of hero. Like he's you're savior in a shining bullet proof vest, and you're the pretty little damsel in distress, and…" She stopped to look at the genius in question, who seemed to be fighting back another spasm. His knee was bouncing quicker, and his neck stiffened.

"I do not!" He claimed, his voice steady, but defensive. "Wait… Pretty? You know what, never mind." Garcia let a small smile grace her lips before simply nodding and shrugging her shoulders, turning back to the computer screen, typing away.

"Alright." She hummed, letting the last syllable of the word rise up, leaving the subject open-ended. Discreetly, she watched out of the corner of her glasses, Spencer Reid have a major Internal Battle.

The sight was quite amusing, actually. Sometimes Penelope Garcia would kill to know what exactly went on inside his mind. His hands each twitched, one by one, as if subconsciously weighing the options of sharing something with her. His mouth opened a millimeter before closing again, his jaw tensing slightly. The knee bouncing and foot tapping continued until he went completely still, closing his eyes and opening his mouth to speak.

"I mean…" He trailed off, and another smile peeked onto Garcia's face, quickly hidden by a perfected look of sincere interest. "I mean… he is… nice… Aesthetically pleasing, I suppose… Proportionally pleasing to the eyes, I mean… And his voice does have a calming demeanor to it… Putting this all hypothetically of course," Spencer rambled, forgetting to breathe, his voice turning to that childlike brightness, similar to the tone he used when he was sharing a new fact or statistic.

"And I suppose I could understand why you think we might be a… a couple… due to the various amount of time we spend together, but one could also argue that bout Rossi and Hotch, or JJ and Emily, but none of them are secretly in a romantic relationship, to my knowledge, at least, and Derek" Reid didn't even stop to correct himself over the uncommon use of his coworker's first name "has been with many women before and has never shown any preference to men over women, even though most homosexual males in their thirties will have had multiple heterosexual relationships, and even deny feelings for members of the-"

"Spencer!"

It was Garcia's use of his first name that stopped him first, then the Cheshire catlike grin on her face.

"Yes?"

Garcia looked him square in the eye. "How long have you been in love with him?" And Reid had another small battle with himself before collapsing onto the seat again, his head in his hands.

"A Year? Maybe more?" He asked, voice muffled by the long fingers creeping over his face, knotting into his hair, elbows to his knees as he let out what sounded like a groan. "Garcia, what do I do?" He asked, looking at her with those big brown eyes and that Kicked-Puppy expression she'd only seen a few times.

She turned away from the computer, hands in her lap. "Sweetie, I don't know why you're worried," She said, reaching out and placing a hand on his arm. "He loves you too. And Spencer," She added, her voice becoming stern, "If you have another spasm, or twitching episode like the ones you've been having the past couple minutes, I will personally restrain you, and trust me, you do not want to know what type of restraints I have."

He sat still for a moment, before asking quietly, in a voice completely unlike his own, "How do you know?" which elicited a laugh from the blonde.

"Really? You would ask that?" She giggled again, before calming. "I know my Chocolate G.I. Joe better than he knows himself, and trust me, that man has been head-over-heels for you since the moment he met you, and Spencer Reid," She said slowly "If you ask me for a solid fact, I might slap you. Love can't be put into facts. Only emotions." And for once, Spencer did not argue with her.

"But what do I do?" He begged, and Garcia removed her hand from his arm and clapped them together, startling him.

"You go get him." And she stood up and led him to the door of her office. Reid stuttered a bit, before she pushed him out the door, right, coincidentally, into the path of Derek Morgan. Shutting the door, she pressed her ear to the wood for a few seconds, long enough to hear them engage in conversation, a new smile in Dr. Reid's voice, and a tone that she'd never heard Morgan use except when he was with Spencer.

Sidling back into her seat and turning back to the computer, she shook her head, laughing at her boys.

"Took him long enough to admit it," she clucked to herself, smiling once again. "Now go get him, Reid."