Stranger For Christmas

Next morning, I'm slowly waking up by drinking a cup of coffee in the living room while looking out the window. Today being December 23rd, its bright and sunny with snow thick on the ground.

As I turn around to put my cup in the sink, I see Morgan stroll into the kitchen with a grin on his face.

''Good Morning Morgan.'' He turns around quickly as if he didn't know I was their.

''Morning Garcia.'' He smiles at me. I walk to the sink and put my cup in the sink, than I go back into the living room and looking out the window. There's a knock on the door. Must be Jason. I walk over to the door and open it. Sure enough, it's Jason with a later by the front porch.

''Hey Garcia, I'm here to put up the lights.'' He gives me a smug smile.

''Of course, The lights should be in the garage and it should be open. There in boxes labelled lights. Come get me when your done.'' I walk back into the house, and close the door. I look at Morgan.

''I have to take care of a few things in my office, I'll be out in a bit.'' Morgan gives me a nod before I walk towards my office. Once in my office, I get to work on bills for the house. As I move onto to working on my book, I hear a crash outside. Ok, what the hell?! Rushing out of my office, I head towards the front door. When I get outside, I see Jason with his hands up, and Morgan pointing a pistol at him. Wait, he's pointing a gun at him! Where the fuck did he get that?

I walk over to Morgan and Jason.

''What the hell is going on here Morgan?'' I yell at him. Morgan snaps his head around to look at me, not even bothering to lower his gun from Jason.

''This guy was in your garage.''

''Of course he was, that's the guy who puts up my lights!''

''No, I came outside and I caught this guy trying to steal your snowplow and put it in his truck, there's already one in there.'' Snowplow in his truck? Well, I think I found out where Spencer Reid's snowplow is.

''Really?'' I look at Morgan, then Jason.

''Jason, get out of here before I press charges, and if I find out you've done this again, I will kill you.'' Jason runs from Morgan, and down the street. I turn my attention to Morgan, has his gun lowered.

''Now, why the hell do you have a gun with you? And you didn't tell me because?''

''I have a reason for that. I have a gun because I work for the BAU in Quantico, I have to carry it with me 24/7, I didn't tell you because I figured you wouldn't let me stay if I told you, please don't be mad at me.'' He works for the BAU, that's wonderful. I have a freaking profiler in my house! Why do these things happen to me only?

I look at Morgan. ''It's fine, I understand. Now I don't have someone to put up my lights.''

''I pointed a gun at the guy, I put up your lights. Don't even argue because it will happen whether you like or not.''

''Fine, Just don't steal my snowplow.'' I begin to walk back inside.

''Ohh, I won't steal your snowplow, I'll steal your shovel.''

''Haha, I'm laughing.'' I answer him before walking inside. I walk back into my office to see my book progress. I realise I almost at the end. Well, I've got time to spend. I sit down at my office desk, determined to finish the book. Two hours later, the book is finished. Before I can talk my self out of it, I email the book to Penguin Publisher. Cross my fingers.

As I walk out of my office, I run into Morgan coming the other direction. He puts his hands on shoulders to steady.

''Woah, slow down there.'' He looks at me before taking his hands off my shoulders.

''Wanted to let you know I put the lights up. They look pretty good if I say so myself, I did put them up so they should be, and no I didn't steal your shovel.'' He gives me a big smile.

''Thank you, and if you excuse me I need to get past you.'' He doesn't move, so I have to squeeze by him in the hallway. I barely manage to get through and into the living room. After deciding I need to do some organizing, I end up organizing my living room and kitchen till about 9 at night.

When I'm finished, I head into my office to check my email. When I open my email, I see an email with the subject Regards to your book, wow they got back quickly. eagerly, I open the email.

Dear Ms. Garcia,

I am happy to tell you that your book, Your Promises will be published. Everyone here at Penguin Publisher loved your book. We thought it would be a great novel to publish. Call 557-786-4637 tomorrow so we can discuss this deal in greater detail.

Welcome to the Penguin Publisher family

Jackie Krysh

Oh my freaking god, there publishing my book. No freaking way!

''Holy Shit.'' I say louder than I though. I stand up from my chair. Morgan, for some reason comes rushing in.

''What's going on?'' Morgan asks.

''Their publishing my book, they...'' Morgan looks over at the computer, and reads the email. He looks back at me.

''That's great!'' Very suddenly, Morgan hugs me. He let's go of me quickly, then looks down at me. For some reason, he starts leaning in. He get's so close that his mouth is just hovering over mine.

(To Be continued...)

Ooo cliffhanger! Don't ya just love them! (jk) You guys probably are like Grrr why did she stop there?