A/N- I love my reviewers, I love CM, I own nada. Onwards! And remember kiddos, it's always darkest before the dawn.
Chapter Ten: In Which Telepathy Is Given A Shot
"So, Agent Garcia," he enunciated carefully. "When were you planning on informing me that you're FBI? Not that you look it."
"Look, I'm a technical analyst. I work with computers, not criminals!" Her voice only shook slightly, Reid noted with pride. Penelope was holding it together remarkably well. At the same time, he was attempting to send her telepathic messages. Spencer had never given the idea of telepathy any credence, but damn it if he wasn't willing to give it a try now.
Don't tell him I'm FBI too. Don't tell him. Your credentials prove you're telling the truth, but mine say supervisory special agent. Do not tell him. Please, Garcia.
"But how do I know you aren't going to run off and tattle on me to all your federal pals? What about your mate over here, the other American. He one of you?"
Think, think! You've never had too many problems with it before!
As Reid opened his mouth to answer, with absolutely no idea what to say, Garcia jumped in.
"No. He's my boyfriend, we're on vacation. He works as a, uh, a high school teacher. Physics."
Seeing his window of opportunity while the masked thief focused on Garcia, Reid slowly slipped his badge under a pack of biscuits on the shelf behind him. Just as he moved his hand back down to his side, the man spun around and gave him a once over.
"He does look the type. So really little lady, you're my only problem." The gun was pointed directly at Garcia's chest, and Reid felt sick to his stomach. What do I do?
"You don't need to do this… I won't tell!" Her voice quavered more now, and it was excruciating to listen to.
"But you see darling, I don't believe you. I'm going to get this nice lady over here to wipe the tapes for me, and then none of these idiots will have proof that this ever happened. But an FBI agent… they'll take you seriously. You can see where my problem lies, can't you?"
"They won't, we're not even high level. We do grunt work, nothing important!" Realising her mistake, Penelope gaped.
Dark eyes flashed behind the balaclava, and a growl emitted from behind it.
"WE? He's in on it too? Oh lady, you lied, and that was your last chance. Sorry sweetheart!" He took a step forward, gun still aimed over her heart.
After that, everything seemed to happen in both an instant and an eternity. Reid would remember it that way for the rest of his life. The gun went off with a bang, and he felt himself yelling out incoherently. Not Garcia. Please, no.