This is one of those scenes everybody knows...and loves :) Let's see where this could've taken them...

"Are you lonely in the Lone Star State?" She asked, her voice seductively low. "And are you wearing chaps?"
"Only in your dreams, Garcia." He says with a laugh.
"Oh, not necessarily. I have Photoshop." She replies with a massive smile, mischief shinning in her eyes.
" Hey, hey, behave." He reprimanded softly "Focus your little twisted mind for me, okay? I need police records from the 5th ward, small thefts and burglaries, can you do that? "

"Aren't you at that very station right now?"

"Yeah, but it's a small precinct and these guys are stretched. Trust me."

"Got it."

"Oh and Garcia, see if you can find before and after pictures of demolitions in the area, maybe we can nail down the building where the UnSub may have worked or lived in."

"How far back?"

"Week."

"C'est facile mon cher."

"And Garcia? I'd better not ever find any Photoshop pictures of me." He said with a grin.

"Oh, trust me, my vision, you will never find them." She replied with a smirk and a chuckle before disconnecting.

Later that day...

"Chaps? Baby Girl?" He questioned, not bothering with a greeting. "Honestly?"

"Well hello to you too Handsome, I'm good thanks, how are you?" She asked jokingly.

"Ha ha." He laughed. "I'm fantastic baby, but chaps, really?" He asked again.

"Really." She replied definitively. "I mean, handsome, come on, you and that hot bod in leather, and not just leather, leather with a delectable view of that gorgeous ass." She said thickly, her mind beginning to wander to said image.

He interrupted her train of thought before it got any further: "Garcia." He said, his voice low.

"Yes, Morgan?" She asked, innocently and he could almost picture her fluttering those eyelashes at him.

"I won't wear chaps." He said simply.

"Oh ho, we'll see about that." She replied, with a wicked grin that he knew was on her face.

"You. Will. Not. Get. Me. In. Chaps." He said slowly, pronouncing every word as if she would hear what he was saying and not the whirring of that brain of hers as she thought up some way to get him in just what she wanted.

"Uh huh." She replied with a smile evident in her voice and he knew right then that whatever she had up her sleeve would work. It always did. "Whatever you say hot stuff."

"Why does the tone of your voice worry me sweetness?" He asked. "What've you got up your sleeve this time?"

"No-thing." She said musically, dragging out the 'o'. A small chuckle escaping afterwards.

"Why don't I believe that for a second?" He asked with a laugh despite trying to remain serious.

"Because you know that I always get what I want somehow?" She questioned, imagining how he'd look right now, smiling into the phone as they slipped further into their usual banter.

"It's that 'somehow' that worries me baby." He said with a smile.

"Well...I'll make you a deal..."She trailed off.

"What are the conditions on this deal here?" He asked, knowing that she would make it worth his while. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted from him.

"I was thinking...maybe you'll get to see me in that little satin number that I bought last week..." She drawled with that familiar Garcia teasing quality.

He groaned slightly and she was glad she was at the other end of the phone, knowing that she'd give in to anything he said after that small slip of his control. She knew it would be accompanied by that glint in his eye, the one she was only just getting used to being directed at her.

"Well, if that is the offer then I may be willing to negotiate. Maybe..."He said with a grin, "But it all depends on what the conditions are goddess." He said and she groaned at his reference to their last 'deal'. He wouldn't be making that mistake again. It was not wise to let Penelope Garcia and her wicked tongue set the parameters of a deal, she could find a loophole almost anywhere. Not that he had minded really, they'd had a rather fun weekend regardless of her end of the deal being construed from the original agreement, but he was a lot more wary now. The woman wasn't just a tease on the phone.

"I'll have to get back to you with those Sweet cheeks." She replied in a somewhat more professional tone – well professional as far as the 'all knowing goddess of Quantico' was concerned – before the dial tone was sounding in his ear and he was left with a picture of the woman he loved in his head in nothing more than a piece of flimsy satin and red lipstick.

The woman could tease even when she was no longer there.

What d' you think?