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Sugar's dust and tumble weed packets are scattered around Reid's coffee mug as he stirs in his sixth.
He's not crazy…he saw her.
J.J.'s back.
Morgan snakes an arm around Reid's waist, kissing the nape of Reid's neck.
"Morning Pretty Boy." Morgan whispers as Reid turns to nuzzle Morgan's cheek.
"Good Morning Morgan." Reid sighs, appreciating Morgan's solidity behind him.
"Have you seen J.J. yet?" Reid whispers, nervous frown lighting on his face…first the migraines, now this.
HE's not crazy.
"No, not yet." Morgan says, reaching around Reid to get a mug for himself.
"God, if you two ever do that again, I swear to creation of all things technical, I'm going to kill you!" Garcia laments as Morgan and Reid spin around to see one highly ticked Garcia.
"Wha-?" Reid's mouth hangs open in confusion as Morgan shrugs, turning back to prepare his coffee.
"You two have the nerve to have a hot, steamy romp in the sheets…on a case and not tell me! I mean I have to hear it from J.J. You could have at least let me…bugs. Never mind!" She chirps, loopy grin sliding on her face.
Prentiss glares as well.
"Warn someone please…Images. In . My. Head. Won't. Go. Away." She pouts as she pounds her head against the door frame.
"Awe, you just mad you ain't getting any." Morgan chides, tugging Reid by the belt hoop closer to him, who's blushing hotly.
"Oh, really? Well, just remember that feeling, because we're never doing that on a case again. EVER!" Reid shoots back, squirming away from Morgan's grasp.
"Come on, I was just teasin'. Threating already ? Where's the sex maniac Pretty Boy I –"
"Well that's what you get for bragging." J.J. laughs.
"J.J!" Reid squeaks and Morgan smiles.
"Well…" he whispers as she wraps them both in a tight hug.
"I missed you guys so much. Washington's so… not the B.A.U." J.J. sighs as she breaks away.
Rossi and Hotch join the group.
"Didn't get to say welcome back Jennifer." Hotch gives what could pass as a smile from him now a days.
Rossi nods.
"We've missed you." He says simply.
"Yeah? Well, I'm happy to be back." She says, looking to Garcia and Hotch.
"So…can I have my old job back or is that taken?" She implores, seriously puppy dogging.
"Have it! I want my cyber world back. Solace, peace! I can't do all the goby guck you do, No offence!" Garcia placates as J.J. laughs.
"So…where's Cadet—"Reid speaks up.
Every eye turns to Garcia as maniacal giggles burst forth.
"Oh, sorry, wrong response." She snorts, blushing sheepishly.
"Baby Girl, what'd you do?"
"Nuthin, Derek; gosh! Do I look like I could harm someone?" She bats her lashes.
"Garcia, no one said anything about— and the other night you…" Morgan stares at her skeptically.
""It's not my fault she couldn't appreciate a bit of guy love. "She shrugs. "She asked for a transfer, effective immediately. She could have said good bye right?" Garcia laughs.
"She didn't gel too well with our unit, so we decided that white collar would be best. Consoling families and all…" Hotch sighs. "Anyway, we're on a case and we're spinning our wheels here. I know we don't usually do this sort of thing, and I knw this crosses all types of boundaries, but no one fits the vic profile better…Morgan and Reid I know this is asking a lot of you both— would you two go undercover as a gay couple?"
Da da dun!
I hate cliffies, but …I haven't finished writing the chap and I really wanted to post something…
Kinda slow I know, but that was the last of Seaver (this is her last mention). See I'm nicer than CBS and CM Ex's, I at least put her somewhere and not in some null void waiting to be aired out like a trophy for sympathy and possible character death…
I need Prompts…anything you want to read, PM me or post on my forum and I'll see what I can do.