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Sparks

Chapter Seven: In Which Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

"Alright, just one more. Can you throw the green top over in the other size please?"

Garcia rolled her eyes. Despite the fact that she really should know better by now, somehow she was in this position once again. Silently, she berated herself. Shopping with JJ was a nightmare at the best of times, but without back up it was hellish.

Damn it Emily, hurry up and get back here.

As she chucked the pale shimmery shirt over the changing room curtain, Penelope glanced at her (Minnie Mouse) watch once more. Emily really should have been back now, they'd left her in a little art shop down the street, while her and JJ had gone on to this little boutique they'd spotted. She didn't really blame Prentiss for ducking out, JJ's inability to shop was well known. A sharp witted, decisive woman in most other aspects of life, the media liaison was reduced to a second guessing, dithering wreck by the very idea of shopping. Recalling the time that she'd gone grocery shopping with JJ, Garcia shuddered. Never, ever, again.

The transformation was complete, JJ was now at the stage of having gone through at least a dozen outfits, but had talked herself out of each of them (although they'd nearly all looked gorgeous on her). Then, once they were back on the hanger, she'd begin to list their pros, try them on again, and lather, rinse, repeat. Wars had been solved in less time than it took JJ to buy new jeans.

Emily walked back into the room, and Garcia practically fell at her feet and kissed them she was so glad for the woman's return.

"She still in there?"

"Wild horses couldn't drag her out."

Emily groaned. This was very, very bad. This was rapidly turning into a repeat of the department store debacle, and Emily was still barred from there after that. It was okay, Garcia had sent them a particularly nasty Trojan virus parasite type thing ( she had tuned out a little whilst the team's techie explained it all) and that had made her feel better. What it hadn't fixed was the fact that Emily now had to disguise herself in order to go in there, a fact which had caused the group hysterics when her and JJ had told them of that particular weekends antics.

Garcia, potting the vacant expression on her colleagues face, snapped her fingers. "Back to reality missy, we've got a problem to solve. How do we extract Indecisive Barbie from the changing room?"

"We can't pull the fire alarm again, that barely worked last time."

"Plus, the whole fining thing... not so keen. Not again. Scream something about a gas leak?"

"... Like she'd notice, she's totally out of it. Call her and pretend to be Strauss?"

"Caller id. Duh. Em, twenty first century. Twenty first century, Emily. I'm glad you two finally met each other, I'm sure you could be great friends."

"Alright smart mouth, what've you got?"

"Dazzling wit and fantastic hair?"

Emily rolled her eyes. Biting her lip, she ran through possible solutions in her head. Simple problem solving, that was all this was, logic. She waited, but ...nothing. Apparently logic was on holiday too.

"Escape plan C?"

"As much as I'd be all over that at home, I don't think we can abandon her in a foreign country. I mean, not unless she decides she needs shoes."

"Urgh. Fine. What do you suggest then, o ethical one?"

"Emergency procedure six."

Sly grins slid up both of their faces, and Emily nodded in agreement. She'd forgotten about six entirely, but it would certainly do the trick. Well, they hoped it would any way.

Garcia walked out into the middle of the shop floor, right by the counter. Quickly she bought the green top that was clearly JJ's favourite, as she'd gone back to it four times, and stashed it in her bag. Looking very carefully at the shop assistant, she placed a finger to her lips. The young woman behind the counter looked puzzled, but nodded in return.

Penelope placed herself on the floor, with one leg (clad in purple spider web tights and a hot pink high heel) bent awkwardly.

"Ow! Help! Guys?! My ankle!"

Emily and JJ burst forth from the changing rooms, and Garcia noted that JJ was luckily wearing the outfit she had arrived in. Perfect.

The blonde knelt down to look at Garcia's ankle. Emily sprung, lifting her up in a fireman's hold and legging it out of the boutique before JJ had a chance remember her self defence class tactics. Garcia stood up, and apologised to the shop assistant, who's eyebrows were higher up their forehead than she'd previously thought possible. Swinging the door emblazoned with the name of the shut, she joined the other two.

JJ's eyes were narrowed.

"Y'know, one day you really are going to hurt yourself, and I shan't believe you."

"Whatever." With that, she handed JJ the bag. "Now can we go find the guys? I've just texted Morgan the coordinates of where to meet us. To the tube!"