And hello my lovely readers :) Sorry for the delay, sunning myself came first..except I'm still a lovely shade of white :P Thanks for your patience.
NB: I made some ridiculously stupid errors and misjudgements and guesses about America and places of America in my last chapter which I am incredibly embarrassed by...just goes to show I didn't really research..will be doing that from now on...so I edited the last chapter as best as I could and hope it is better..sorry about that...thanks again to those that very kindly pointed it out to me..if I do it again feel free to correct me, I don't mind at all. I have edited the last chapter if you want to check it out...don't really need to, but it's there if you want to!
Just if the last chapter is still stupid then tough, I'll just say it's AU or something and I'm taking writer's liberties...I'm not a stickler for accuracy, although I probably should be.
Anywas, enough of my jibber jabber...
The drive to the airport with the food was as normal as one can be when Morgan and Garcia are left alone and to their own devices. It was one filled with the telling of hilarious anecdotes and their constant flirting while inane chatter flew between the two. As well as the coy glances they were sending each other's way every time they could. Garcia was very carefully applying more red gloss to her already perfect pout, and Morgan couldn't take his eyes off of her. She dragged the gloss along her lips with precision before pressing them together and opening them painstakingly slowly, the light hit the glossy colour and made them shimmer as she brought her finger to her mouth and removed the extra gloss from the corner before she smacked her lips together again and turned to face him once more, a massive red smile adorning her face.
"You are going to be the death of me Baby Girl." Morgan said, his voice husky as he shot Garcia a patented Derek Morgan glare with the amusement, happiness, excitement and love hidden behind it.
"What'd I do?" She asked innocently, fluttering her eyelashes.
"You know exactly what you did." He said with a low growl and she could see that all he wanted to do was pull over the car and kiss her senseless, removing all of her very carefully applied lip-gloss. She smiled sinfully before turning in her seat and tracing a manicured fingernail down his bicep, watching as he tried to control the feelings she was evoking in him. She smiled smugly at the thought: she, Penelope Garcia, was causing Derek Morgan to strain for control. She felt exhilarated and a little frightened at the same time.
"When do we need to be there?" She asked, dragging her nail down his forearm to finger his watch.
He cleared his throat before answering, the usual strength not in his voice. "Ten minutes."
"We'll make it in time Sugar, no need to get your knickers in a twist." She said with a teasing lilt to her voice.
"Boxers, Garcia, boxers." He replied with a smirk and a wink before he turned back to the road with a smile, knowing that she'd be picturing him in nothing but his boxers while he was being slowly tortured by the scent of her and the images of her applying her beloved red gloss to one of his favourite parts of her body. He wouldn't be 'suffering' alone.
By the time the two made it to the airport, they were both rather flustered and all they wanted was some time alone to consolidate some of their previous feelings and to feel what their minds had been replaying for real. They wouldn't have taken 3 minutes; they got three seconds. Three seconds on the tarmac before Hotch was out and ushering them and the Chinese food quickly inside.
Once sat down, the team began their briefing and Garcia listened intently, taking down all she thought would be relevant to her searches while Morgan watched as her brow furrowed in concentration and her nose scrunched up in that ever so cute way when she scored something out. He smiled at the sight before him as she chewed thoughtfully on the glittery crown bobbing on top of her pink fluffy pen before dragging his eyes from her and back to his case file, ready to take part in the case discussion.
Garcia watched in awe as her favourite profilers did their stuff, countless terms flying by her that she had no idea of their meaning, but she revelled in the intensity with which they all handled their work. They, like her, loved what they did and she could tell by the crackling atmosphere that she was not the only one who wanted to catch this Unsub and do nothing more than beat him to a pulp. But that would not be an option, they all had to control their anger, control their tempers.
When the plane was no longer ascending Garcia got out her laptop, pulling out her colourful nick-nacks to sit next to it as she began to type furiously and try to find everything she could related to these crimes. Morgan watched as she became engrossed in her work, in her system and couldn't help but smile at the obvious brilliance of her. After the team had finished the main briefing, he introduced the rest to the Chinese they had brought, and all seven of them to the wonders from the spectacular 'New Jade' him and Garcia had visited.
They all dug in, laughing and joking about the goings on of the last week and Morgan and Garcia did not get out unscathed. There were a few jokes headed their way, most along the lines of: "it's about time!"
By the time the plane touched down in Colorado they had finished the food, bonded and then re-discussed the case and compiled part of the profile, ready and on hand to be moulded when they met the police and read more of the reports.
The journey from the airport to Montrose was spent in relative silence, with each one of the team members lost in their own thoughts. But the one constant was that they were all praying that they could stop this Unsub before any more lives were lost, and that little selfish part of themselves adding: so they could get home faster.
As they drove into the small town they could practically feel the atmosphere, the place was riddled by fear and worry. The, what they presumed, usually quite welcoming and happy town was instead very sombre and the faces of those who dared walk the streets were marred by fear. Garcia had to turn from the window and concentrate on her lap, trying not to will the images of the broken people from her mind. She felt a familiar hand squeeze her shoulder and she looked up and into Derek's eyes, willing him to take away the unbearable sadness and fear she had just seen on the people's faces.
They drew up outside the precinct and when she saw the bustling activity through the window she shook her head to dispel the picture of utter fear, or at least repel it for a while, knowing that she was needed in there. That her skills were going to help catch this guy, because they would catch this guy, and when they did they would be able to see the hope return to the faces of the locals.
What'd you think? I know it's short, but I'm getting back into the swing of things :P
