Morgan

The flight was a short one. Connecticut was only a good two hours away from Washington and Emily used most of the two hours to catch up on some sleep. After the briefing and first ideas were thrown around it looked like we could spent a bit longer with this one, a week at least. Which meant I wouldn't be back for whole seven days and couldn't return to the club before Monday next week to track down my mysterious Blonde form last night. And I know my mind should be someplace else, the case, the UNSUB, the victims, victimology, anything really apart from last night's hook-up. Within a few hours she had managed to accomplish something that hadn't been done in a very long time. To take me by surprise and basically turn my world upside down. She was what I seemed to think most about. I wanted to see her pretty face again.

But how in the hell do you find someone who you don't have any information on?

Three days went by on the case and we were making little to no progress. Even Rossi had to admit the guy we looked for was very sophisticated and seemed always a step ahead of us. It was starting to drive me crazy. I hate when we don't get anywhere, don't seem to make any progress and just mark time.

Hotch had by now called our new tech Girl once or twice, and despite not being able to find a lot she managed to find a thing or two, in the speed of light, something that sure as hell impressed me. You gave her some date, even just asked a question and she would give information and answers nearly instantly. But I somehow couldn't shake the feeling like I knew her from somewhere. Her voice sounded rather familiar in a strange way, but I didn't know how. I didn't know anyone who was called Garcia. I didn't even remember her first name. I am terrible with names when it comes to remembering them. Once I manage to keep them I never forget a name to a face.

You could hear the nervousness in her voice when she spoke, like she was trying to tiptoe around all of us, not sure how to act, talk, be around us. I guess she had her speech with Strauss then. That woman sure as hell was frightening. Even to me too sometimes.

By the fifth day you could start noticing that the tech girl had started to get comfortable with us. Maybe not all of us at the same time but there some funny comments occasionally made by her and she displayed a rather interesting eagerness that didn't go unnoticed by any of us. With Reid and JJ she seemed to have the best connection, making the young genius blush several times during their conversations and making JJ laugh twice or three times harder than I had seen her do in quite some time. Garcia had a certain attitude that was infectious.

By the seventh day she started flirting with me. Just a bit in the beginning, but by the time we were heading towards day ten it became pretty hard and obvious. I wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and despite me never having seen her and also knowing better my replies were at least as fierce as the original suggestion dished out by her, though I was keeping it out of earshot of the other ones.

I started liking her. She started growing on me, which was strange, given I never had seen her or anything like that. And what was wrong with me lately? First a mysterious blonde I bedded a few days ago didn't leave my thoughts and dreams at night and now this. A girl I didn't even met was making me go against every single rule I ever came up with for myself in regards of the job. But every time I heard her voice … my rules somehow seemed forgotten.

I once called her with a request for a rather unusual and tricky task, knowing from previous experiences with earlier techs it wasn't something they liked very much. As a guy I always got what I wanted by just buttering girls up into giving up what I needed most. I guess that somehow explains why I called her Baby Girl one fateful day, trying to smooth things over before I came down to what I needed from her and praying it would work. Too late I realized the use of the endearment, and when I did it was too late to take it back. How would it look anyways, apologizing for it?

And instead of calling me on it, she got right back at me, calling me Hot Stuff, without ever having laid eye on me. That as well as the answers and information I was enquiring about to begin with at her usual 'quicker then speed of light' pace and a smile that could be heard through the phone even. If she had a problem with what I asked her to do, she certainly didn't show it or comment on it like most of her predecessors. I liked this girl more and more by each passing moment and the more I talked to her, the more I started to think about her.

There was still no end in sight to this case and I started wondering whether I would actually ever meet our new Tech Analyst in person. If she was just half as amazing as she acted on the phone I could guarantee that her and me would become very good friends. If not even more.

By now I loved making the calls to her and we always, always picked up with our banter where we left of the last time. But I always called when I needed something, never only just to talk to her, see how she was doing, especially with all the shit we made her sew through, all the images and horrible ideas of sick people's minds. Couldn't be easy, especially when you just started. But her smile and laugh she had on each and every phone call somehow never made me doubt that she was doing okay.

I seriously couldn't wait to meet this girl.