AN: Spoilers for 8x16 Carbon Copy. Its short and a little broken up, I didn't want to recount the episode word for word—basically filled in the blank from the episode. Don't own CM or the characters or the plot. If I did, we wouldn't have to wait for 3/20 to see another episode!

Chapter 12

Garcia woke up slowly, surprised to see that Derek Morgan was still sound asleep. It was a rare (as in, doesn't ever happen) treat for her to wake up before he did. Usually he was smiling down at her when she woke up, or had already left for his morning run. This morning, though, she got to lay there and simply enjoy the hard planes of his chest, his handsome jaw line, and how boyish he looked relaxed in sleep. He was exactly what she had called him all those years ago—a sculpted chocolate god. And oh, how she had an acquired taste for him.

She still couldn't believe how perfect the past week had been. Work had been slow, allowing the team to stay home and keep a normal nine to five schedule. This allowed the two of them to spend nearly every evening together. They hadn't told the rest of the team that they were together—it was another layer of complicated she had no desire to deal with. So at work, they kept their distance, except for an occasional flirt to keep anyone from suspecting something was up. Once they left the BAU for the day, it was a different story. Sparks flew. Repeatedly. Hot, amazing, adventurous sparks—at her place, his place, it didn't matter.

It scared her, more than a little, how easily they had fallen in to this crazy affair. It was almost too good to be true. Part of her worried she was dreaming. She trailed her fingers along his perfectly sculpted abs, smiling to herself. It was so rare for her to wake up before him, she figured she might as well take advantage. She trailed her hands lower, looking forward to showing him yet another one of those "good mornings" they had teased each other about for so long.

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Garcia's phone rang as she sat at the desk in her lair. "Hello?" She answered.

"This is Ms. Mendez at the reception desk, we have a flower delivery for Agent Jaraeu, would you like to come get it?"

Garcia smiled. Will was being thoughtful again. "Sure thing, I'll be down in two wags of a dog's tail!" She hung up and cheerily headed to the elevators. As she crossed through the bullpen, she caught sight of Morgan across the bullpen. She flitted him a wave then tried to look casual as she looked toward the elevator. She could feel his eyes on her. There was no way they were going to be able to keep their secret from an office full of skilled profilers.

Down at the reception desk, she signed for a beautiful arrangement of white lilies in a tall clear vase. She saw the note in the flowers and smiled. Sweet gestures always made her smile. She turned and headed back to the elevators, completely unaware of the bombshell she carried in her arms.

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Derek sat at the round table as they discussed the Replicator case, trying hard to focus on the task at hand. The unsub following the team's moves had made contact. Strauss was looming, pushing them to close the case as quickly as possible. Garcia announced they had a hit on ViCAP in Philadelphia and the nervous feeling in his gut got worse as Hotch announced they would be wheels up. Which meant while the rest of them were in Philadelphia trying to chase down this bastard, his Baby Girl would be here, alone and vulnerable. In his brain, he knew that wasn't true—she would be in a secure FBI building and would have an agent assigned to her home. But the irrational, protective side of him could not stop thinking about the horrible ways she had died in his dreams.

He looked at Strauss, allowing her presence to remind himself that he needed to keep his emotions in check. Then he glanced at Reid, who had been unusually quiet as they reviewed what they knew. Nothing good could come from this. Hotch dismissed them and they left the war room to gather their things. He watched as Garcia paused to grab Reid's hand, squeeze it. He quickly went to his office, grabbed his go bag and made sure everything was in order. Then he strode to Garcia's office. She wasn't there yet—she was probably still talking with Reid. He took a few calming breaths, attempting to again get his emotions in check.

She walked in then, a fresh breath of air in her colorful pink outfit. He pushed the door closed after she entered, and pulled her to him in such a quick motion that she squeaked in surprise. He crushed her body against his and claimed her mouth in a hot kiss. "You damn well better be careful while I'm gone," he said when he released her.

She looked at him with concern in her eyes. "As always, same goes D." She placed her hand over his heart, and patted him gently. "Just . . . be careful."

He pulled her to him again and kissed her. "Seriously, baby girl. Don't leave here without an agent with you. Please. For me."

She smiled. "As you wish, my chocolate God. Keep an eye on Reid, okay?"

He kissed her once more, on the nose this time. "Yes, mama, I will keep an eye on the kid."

"Love you."

"Same goes," he said with a smile, reluctantly letting her go. He turned and headed out the door, trying not to think about the what could happen while he was gone.