MIDTERMS ARE OVER!!! :D Yay!!! So I should be updating a little more frequently, but my algebra grade isn't so hot at this point, so the parental units might be hounding me a little bit, but I'm trying with the updates, I really am, so bear with me. I love how understanding you all are, and I gotta thank you guys. :)
I started out going with a more angsty fic, because I was in a sad mood, but then as I started feeling better, this emerged, just a fluffy little fiction inspired by me doodling on my notebook cover, and I just had to include Garcia in it, because I love writing her. But yeah. I'm also playing around with the idea of a Hotch/Emily fic, to the song "White Houses" by Vanessa Carlton, but I'm not sure at this point. Lemme know what you think, and I hope you enjoy this one!
E is for Equations
"It just drives me insane!" Reid exclaimed, hands splayed out in the air in front of him, shoulders shrugged. Garcia shook her head and smiled at the poor genius in front of her.
"Honestly, sweetheart," Garcia chuckled, as she made to tuck away the paper that had Derek + Spencer = Love on it. "Not everything has to be taken as a serious Mathematical equation." Reid crossed his arms and then uncrossed them unable to sit still, hands flying in the air to illustrate his point.
"But seriously, the silly thing makes no sense!" He said quickly, gently taking the paper from her hands and grabbing the only normal pen he could find from the cluttered desktop. "Look," Spencer said, writing quickly below the said equation, his messy scrawl in blue pen much different than her loopy handwriting. "Love," he said, "is just a chemical balance of serotonin and dopamine, right?" Garcia looked on in wonder as he scribbled what looked like an equation she might have seen in Honors Chem, some years ago.
"And if you put that together, really, there's too much room for variables for the simplicity of the equation to make sense!" He dropped the pen down- for affect, she assumed- and pointed to what he'd written. "Look, hormones, preferences, they're all variables!" Garcia shook her head at Reid and crossed out all he had written, and circled her own equation, sticking it to her whiteboard with a heart-shaped magnet. Reid opened his mouth to protest, but before he could they heard a voice calling his name from the hallway.
Morgan entered the room, sauntering over and wrapping an arm around Garcia in greeting. Looking around for Reid, he pulled the man close and gave him a sweet kiss, resting his forehead against the other agent's.
"I've been looking for you all day." he whispered, and a flush appeared across Spencer's cheeks. "C'mon, Pretty Boy, we've got a case." Morgan said, and tossed an arm around Reid's shoulders, pulling him out of the room.
Garcia turned back to her whiteboard, admiring the equation written there, when Spencer popped his head back in through the door.
"Ok," he said quickly, a small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe that equation does make sense." Morgan called his name again from somewhere down the hall, and Reid answered "Coming!" with a small wave at Garcia, who shook her head, wondering when those two boys would ever shut up and realize that she really did know everything.