EDIT: A few people pointed out (and I thank you for this) my obvious lack of knowledge on American cities/states and where they are in relation to one another...I really should check things out before posting...uch well, hindsight's always 20:20. And if some of my details are factually incorrect I don't have a problem with you correcting me, it makes me look like less of an idiot! :P I changed the place to Montrose, Colorado. If this still makes no sense for whatever reason someone please let me know, and an lternative place would be greatly appreciated :P lol! Apologoies for my VERY limited knowledge of American geography.
I fixed this as best as I could but I'm still not 100% happy with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own CM.
Distractions
The morning sped by for the two, a request for a profile to be sent to the Detroit office keeping them all busy and their minds occupied on their work.
Morgan was quite thankful for this as he knew that it was the only thing keeping JJ and Emily from pouncing on him and demanding every little detail before warning him to be careful and not screw it up. He did not intend to screw it up, he knew that he really didn't want to screw it up, and he didn't need their lecture just now. Not when he wouldn't be able to keep the smile off of his face that would tell them a lot more than he intended to tell them. Now that his brain was on the subject of Garcia, he couldn't stop it from wandering further: from the sound of her voice in her ear as they made love, to the feel of her body aginst his and back again to how beautiful she looked half asleep, hair mussed and wearing his jumper.
He gulped at the visual his mind had conjured and exhaled slowly as his mind was influxed with countless images from the last few nights: the look in her eye after he kissed her; the feel of her soft skin under his lips as he trailed kisses up her neck; her gorgeous body as she stood naked before him; the glint in her eye as she kissed her way down his chest and across his navel, heading south; the sound of the small gasps escaping her mouth as he explored every inch of her body; the mischevious smiles she threw his way at the salsa; the deep flush across her cheeks after their second round; the look in her eyes as they parted in the corridor earlier today. 'God, that woman is going to be the death of me.' he thought to himself with a smile, knowing that it would be one heck of a way to go.
His phone rang and he picked it up with a smile, after seeing the caller ID:
"Good Afternoon Baby Girl." He said into the reciever, the smile evident in his voice.
"I'll show you a good afternoon Hot Stuff." She said into the phone, her voice deeply seductive in his ear.
He groaned and when it hit her ears she was assalted (although not entirely unpleasantly) by images of last night, and she shook her head to rid the thoughts from her brain before clearing her throat and getting back to business.
"When you getting out of there later?" She asked, wanting to talk to him about last night, knowing that they needed to talk about it. And sooner was much better than later.
"Not sure, what's up sugar?" He asked, worry creeping into his voice.
"Nothing, handsome, really it's nothing, just we...you know...need to talk." She said, hoping that in mentioning they needed to talk she wouldn't cause him to run for the hills.
"No problem sweetness, I was thinking we could head to that new place near mine, you know the one I mean, Antonio's I think?"
"Sounds good Hot Stuff, give us a buzz when you're knocking off." She said with a smile, glad they were going out again.
"Enjoy the rest of your day Baby Girl." He said with a smile, also glad that they were going out again so soon after last night.
"Oh, I will my vision, I will." She said, her voice full of hidden meaning and promises for later. "And you, Derek Morgan, look just as good as I'd thought you would in chaps." She said with a slight chuckle as she disconnected, sure she was leaving a speachless Derek Morgan still with his ear to his phone.
Morgan sat a little dumbstruck...there weren't actually any pictures of him in chaps, he'd never even worn them before. Then it hit him: PhotoShop. He couldn't help but smile at the thought, Penelope Garcia had photoshopped him. He laughed softly at the thought, wondering if she did in fact have photos of him like that while his brain took him down some rather dirty alleys of just what she would be doing with photos like that.
He gulped again, trying to control his breathing once more as his mind conjured images of her pleasuring herself, her own hands trailing across her gorgeous body trying to find some sort of release. The images overpowered all else that he tried to distract himself with. The images of Penelope Garcia spread eagled on her bed, her robe parted over her naked body while she was touching and teasing her own body causing his groin to stir and his breathing to lower to shorter bursts. A sneaky thought entered his mind, floating around his brain while all he could see was her: did she ever think about me while she did that?
He snapped out of it when Hotch came into the bull pen, clearing his throat and immediately getting everyone's attention. At the look on his boss' face his dirty thoughts faded, his body immediately switching to profiler mode, wondering just what had happened.
"Conference Room in five people." Was all he said, heading into his office where he reached for the phone.
Garcia was trying to focus back onto her work but her mind was refusing to concentrate, instead remaining on Morgan. She had just disconnected from their call and his voice remained ingrained in her memory, the sound of him saying her name as they had made love, the soft low groans escaping his lips as she learnt every contour of his body. She shivered at the memory of his hands ghosting over her naked body before his lips had joined them, caressing and learning every curve, every line, every scar. She drew in a shaky breath, trying to calm her zinging nerves, trying to focus back onto her computers when her phone rang.
"Need you in confrence room in five, Garcia." Came Hotch's strained voice over the phone.
"Sure thing Boss Man. Everything ok?" She asked, immediately alerted to the strain in Hotch's voice.
"I'll explain in the conference room." Was his clipped reply before disconnecting.
She frowned at his reply before picking up one of her fluffy pens and a notepad and heading to the conference room.
Six confused team members congregated in the conference room. None of them knew what this was about, not even JJ who was usually the one to brief them on cases. They shared confused looks before taking a seat and watching their boss enter the room, his face a mask: not showing any of his feelings, not giving anything away.
"We have been requested by the Colorado field office." He said, his voice sombre, as he passed out case files. "12 deceased, in the last 12 hours. One an hour. Single gun shot wound, execution style. Police in Montrose have no leads, nothing. "
"They should have called us after the first one." Derek said seriously as he looked over the file. Those that were killed ranged from the age of 4 all the way up to 68, from a single mother to a petty thief. Seemingly no rhyme or reason to it, but they would find the pattern, they had to. "Why'd they wait? It doesn't make sense."
"They have a copper there that dables in profiling, thought they'd be ok untill there was the third shooting. The first two were petty theives, thought maybe it was gang related, third was a 4 year old girl. By the time they went through the proper chanenls in getting us out there well, there were more shootings and things have gone too fast for them to handle."
"When are we leaving?" Emily asked, glancing worriedly at Reid who had not spouted forth a single statistic so far.
"Seven p.m." He said, glancing at his watch: they had three hours. "I want you all to go home, get some food in you and be at the plane by 6:30. We may be able to get out then." He said, effectively dismissing them.
"Um, sir." Garcia asked as everyone else began to file out of the room, and she spotted Morgan stop just outside the door - waiting for her. Hotch nodded for her to go on. "That include me?"
"Yes, it does this time Garcia, they have extensive footage and we need you to work on it there, it's easier that way." He said before adding: "Plus wouldn't want you and Morgan to have to survive on phone conversations alone." He smirked and she laughed, a slight blush creeping up her neck before she turned and left the room, almost careering straight into Morgan's chest.
"Woah there baby, I thought you saw me." He said with a chuckle.
"Looks like we may have to postpone our little tete-a-tete mon cher. We gots us a nasty one." She said, pouting slightly, wishing that they didn't have a case at all.
"Well, maybe not. You, it seems, are coming with us Baby Girl, surely we will find even ten minutes to talk." He said, smiling at her as her brow creased in confusion and he could practically hear her thoughts: ten minutes does he think this is just a silly brush this under the rug conversation?
"Baby Girl, I do not regret last night, quite the opposite in fact. I want to go out with you again, I want to do that to you again. I am All In here sweetness. What else is there to say?" He said as they walked towards her office. She smiled up at him before replying:
"I so wish we were outside right now." She said, pouting slightly, and then breaking out in a grin as he realised what she meant.
"Well, if you hurry that gorgeous ass of yours up then we can grab our go bags and go get us some food before we have to get the plane."
"If you hadn't said gorgeous there, I would be walking deliberately slowly now." She said with a smile and her heart skipped a beat when a proper Derek Morgan guffaw of laughter escaped from his lips.
After grabbing their go bags, they drove to their favourite Chinese place and Morgan jumped out to get their usual order, leaving Garcia in teh car to mull over what he had said.
She was so unbelieveably happy that he had seemed to read her thoughts, and that he had eased her worries. She could hardly believe that Derek Morgan - the man who she had been secretly lusting after for coming on 5 years now - was 'All In', and with her! The only concern that she had was that in not replying with anything of the sort he may think that she didn't feel the same way, and she really didn't want him to feel that way, because it was so far from the truth.
He startled her when the door was flung open and the chinese put on the back seat before he jumped into the driver's seat.
"I got enough for everyone, none of them will have eaten either so felt it would only be fair." He said with a smile, buckling his seat before turning to her and seeing the far away look in her eye. "You ok Baby Girl?" He asked, worried.
In reply she just smiled and said: "Couldn't be better Hot Stuff." And it was the first time she had said that and actually meant it.
What'd you think? Any ideas, help, tips etc...all welcome and loved :)
