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Chapter 4:

The days following that day were unbearable. Emily had taken 3 weeks off. She hadn't told Hotch, instead she had called a recently returned Strauss, and spoken to her. Claiming that she should have taken the time off when she returned. While Penelope knew, that maybe that was true, it wasn't why she was taking the time. No, Emily was hurt and embarrassed. She was taking the time, to lick her wounds. The thunderous look on Hotch face when he had learned that piece of information, had scared even the ice queen. She had left quickly, after telling him. And Hotch, well he had burried himself in files in his office again everyday since. No one knew what had happened between Emily and Hotch that day after Hotch had overheard Emily's confession, after he had gone to talk to her. But neither one of them had been the same, and neither one was talking about what had occured between them.

To top it off the girls still weren't speaking to the guys, they were ignoring them unless they absolutly had to talk to them. They avoided them as much as possible. Nothing any of them had tried to say, had even made a dent in J.J. and Garcia's anger.

Reid, seemed to be all of a sudden everywhere. But Garcia had cut contact to him completely. Never in her life had she been so disappointed in anyone. She wasn't foolish or dumb. She knew that people tended to be curious about the people around them, herself being one of the primary offenders. But she had never expected Spencer Reid to be capable of this. Spencer Reid, was the only one she had never expected to be responsible for something, that had caused their friend so much pain.

BAU Confrence Room:

"Okay, this is getting ridiculous." Dave said, "They have to forgive us, and the sooner, the better. I can't take much more of this!"

"Amen, this sucks man! Garcia won't even answer my calls" Morgan added.

"At least she'll look at you," Reid said softly. "J.J. won't talk to me either, but at least she'll glare at me once and a while.

"Fine "Reid, you go talk to J.J. Morgan, you go talk to Garcia, you're her favorite." Dave ordered.

"Not right now I'm not!" Morgan yelped.

"Derick, it's a place to start to fix this." Dave pleaded.

"Okay. You're right, I'll try." Morgan replied.

"I'll try too, I hate that I caused this." Reid said guiltly.

"It may have been your idea kid, but we all jumped on it." Dave replied, feeling plenty of guilt himself. "I'll go talk to Garcia and J.J., when your done. Hopefully, we'll be able to fix this mess. Then we'll tackle Aaron and Emily together."

Morgan's Attempt:

"Still mad?"

Penelope Garcia stiffened at the husky voice from the doorway. She didn't need to look behind her to know who had spoken to her.

And what he was referring to.

"Yes," she answered tersely, spitting the word out.

"Look, baby girl"

She whirled suddenly, furious. "No! No, don't you baby girl me, Derek!" She hissed the words through clenched teeth.

"How could you?" She asked, throwing her hands up in disgust.

Derek Morgan hesitated in the doorway, his hands outstretched. He let them fall to his side after a moment. He didn't have an answer for her, not one that she was going to like anyway.

"You pissed me off enough already, do not piss me off anymore! Just go, before I forget how much I love you." Now calm, after she'd to realize that she didn't have the energy to yell and be mad and angry. She hoped calm and distant worked as good.

"Now, wait a minute there, Baby Girl, " he started, determined to make her listen. With those few word's Penelope's anger reignighted. When she stood and took a few steps towards him, he knew or at least thought he had her attention, but looking at her, in her eyes, all he could see was anger. The fire in her eyes just getting stronger with each step towards him, and the rage getting more and more.

Two more steps and she was standing in front of him. Next thing he felt, was her hand, slapping him hard across the face.

"I told you to go."

Morgan was too paralyzed about what just happened to react any faster. When he came to his senses, he only could see her closed office door. He heard the lock click into place, leaving him out in the hallway all alone, and in complete shock of what just happened.

Morgan stood there in the hallway, trying his best to understand what just happened. For a moment he actually felt lost, which was a whole new experience for him. Usually he had control and power over situations. He certainly hadn't felt this lost for years.

He'd never seen Penelope the way he had seen her in the last few minutes, before she shut the door in face. She was in such rage and so angry that he wondered how he would ever make things up to her. She didn't even let him speak.

Morgan could still feel his skin burn from the slap she had given him. And that was something new as well for him. Never before had a woman slapped him in the face.

"Damn!," He thought "How the hell did he fix this?"

Garcia's POV:

She hadn't meant to slap him in the face, or to act the way she did, but when he wanted to start trying to use his charm to twist her around his little finger, she had lost it. All she could see was the hurt and pain, on Emily's face.

Dave's Turn:

Dave Rossi, approched Penelope Garcia's office with trepidation. He had heard about Morgan's attempt to thaw the ice. He could only hope she would listen to him. He knocked softly on her now open door.

Turning rapidly in her seat, Penelope Garcia's swollen, watery eyes narrowed dangerously. "YOU!" she hissed, jerking forward in her seat. "GET OUT!" she yelled, jabbing a glittery tipped nail toward the door imperiously.

"We need to talk," Dave said softly, leveling her with a determined stare as he leaned against the door to her office, he had closed behind him.

Jumping out of her seat, Penelope shook her head as she stomped her heel-clad foot against the linoleum. "I don't have a thing to say to you overinflated egomaniac! Get out, Judas!"

"Judas?" Dave echoed incredulously, arching one brow.

"Judas!" Penelope nodded, her bright hair bouncing against her shoulder. "Or do you prefer Benedict Arnold? Or Brutus? They were all traitors, weren't they?"

"Penelope...kitten.." Dave started.

She interrupted him, "You arrogant jackass!, Don't you kitten me!" She said indignantly, throwing a sparkly pen at his head, as she fully turned to look at him. Without a backwards glance at her keyboard, she hit the enter key forcefully.

"What was that?" He asked her, not as confident, as he sounded.

"That, oh those were e-mails to ex-wives number two and three. It details the bedroom inadequacies that have sprung up, pardon the pun, since your divorce and it also begs for reconciliation."

"Christ Woman, Are You Crazy?" Dave shouted.

"If that's the worst thing you have to deal with today, consider yourself lucky," Garcia told him as she stood, so they were on more of an even level. She had an extremely satisfied look on her face.

Dave knew he needed to make amends to the pissed off technological goddess.

"Garcia, I'm Sorry!"

"Not good enough!" She screeched, hitting the enter key again.

"What was that?" He nearly whispered, afraid to know how the tech had just messed with his life.

"What else have you done?" He asked her through clenched teeth, anger evident in his voice.

"Ah now, Agent Rossi," she warned, wagging her finger, "Let's see if you can ask me that a little more nicely. You don't want me to hit the enter key again, do you?"

Rossi took a deep breath and controlled his anger, "What I meant to say was, please tell me what else you've done, Garcia."

She thought for a minute, "That was a little better," she told him, moving her finger away from the button. "As for my activities today, well let's see; at first I started out small and I just locked you out of the FBI computer system.

"Then, once the hurt turned to anger, I hacked into your bank accounts and made a few donations in your name. "You'll be happy to know that you've arranged for catered lunches for all of the Quantico staff for the next 10 fridays. As well as a substantial donation to The Critter Connection. After that, I got bored playing with your money, so I decided to visit some of our favorite government watch-lists. All I'll say is that it's a good thing that the BAU has its own jet, because you may have a bit of trouble flying commercial in the near future."

"Jesus Garcia, just tell me what I can do to atone already," Dave moaned.

"You wanna know what you can do?" The normally mellow tech screached, puching the enter key again.

"Do I want to know what you just did?" Dave asked whispered hesitantly.

"Let's just say you're going to want to call the credit bureaus on Monday."

"God DAMMIT Penelope!" He roared angrily.

"HEY, remember our little discussion about your tone?" She asked him loudly. "Trust me, you do NOT want me to hit enter on this one."

"Why, what the hell else can you do to me?" He yelled, frustrated.

"I can add you to the National Registered Sex Offender Database," she said lethally and then smiled when she saw the older man pale. "As we both know, once someone gets on that list, they never get off."

"Easy Penelope, let's not do something we'll both regret," he said pleading with the angry sprite in front of him.

"See, that's the thing, I don't think I'll regret it," she told him, her index finger hovering above the keyboard.

"Penelope, I'm sorry we spied on you girls. We were just curious," he told her, his eyes on her hand the entire time.

"Curious?" She screeched loud enough to make his teeth rattle.

Dave watched as her finger dropped dangerously close to the keyboard and he decided to lay all of his cards on the table and then plead for his life. "Yes, curious! Look Garcia, you three have been holed up in here for weeks, trying to talk Emily into dating again, and God knows what else. I just thought that if Hotch, heard you and J.J., trying to set Emily up with another guy, he would finally tell her how he feels about her.

She shook her head pushing him out of her office, "Sorry my world famous author, not all may be forgiven, or forgotten." she said and then gave him a sweet smile before closing the door in his stunned face.

"Damn!" He thought, "How the hell did he fix this? And what else on God's green earth was she going to do to him?"

Garcia's POV:

Penelope thought for a minute; it would take her all of twenty minutes to undo most of what had been done. She had forgiven him mostly because his heart had been in the right place. But she realized, thinking of Emily again, that a small part of her also wanted to see him suffer for this.

Thou hath no fury, like a pissed off Penelope Garcia.

J.J.'s next, don't worry she's not as bad. She left the revenge to Garcia.

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