CHAPTER 49

I HOPE YOU CRASH AND BURN TOMORROW

When the time for the Thursday afternoon class came, Angie was excited to see Doctor Reid again. She had loved his class, almost as much as she had loved Rossi's class that morning.

"Hi!" She waved at him as he walked in the auditorium on his own.

Dan was outside, busy recruiting people for his little mind-game.

Reid smiled and waved back at her awkwardly.

Front row, middle seat – this had been the only place that he had ever sat, every class and every presentation he had ever gone to. He was also always the youngest person in class, which was one more reason why he felt some weird connection to this Angela girl.

Seeing her face, full of enthusiasm and desire to hear his every word, made him act a little more sure of himself during this class.

"Hello again, everyone." He greeted.

"Hi, Mr. Reid." Someone greeted him back audibly.

"It's Doctor Reid!" He said, suddenly feeling a little less shy and a little more confident.

Angela smirked. She loved it when people stood up for themselves.

"Someone requested a class on geographical offender profiling, or shortly just geoprofiling; so this is what we are doing today." He introduced the topic of his lecture.

"Now, geoprofiling is a criminal investigative methodology that analyzes the locations of a connected series of crimes to determine the most probable area of offender residence. And this is important, because…" He then kept on talking and talking.

Bryan found himself quite interested in the topic and Angie noticed that.

"Hey, who knows, we may end up fighting for the same Unit spot after the Academy!" Bryan teased her, halfway through the class. He was beyond mesmerized with how profiling worked, he had also loved Rossi's class that morning. It had been a good day for them at the Academy.

"You will never win against me!" She said confidently.

Bryan was just starting to get involved with this stuff, while Angie had spent years reading about it.

"Plus, you don't even know what Unit I'm applying for." She added.

"Like it isn't more than obvious!" He laughed.

She looked at him unhappily. She hated it when people could read her.

"You look like that emoticon, with the two red hearts as eyes, each time one of them is around." He pointed towards Reid and he also meant it about Rossi, too.

"I also like DNA analysis class. And Ballistics." She pointed out.

"Yeah, you do, but I know when those double hearts come up." He nudged her playfully and she kept on frowning.

"Come on. It's actually cool that you know what you want to do. It's only the third week of the Academy!" He pointed out, knowing very well that most of the Trainees had to yet figure out what they liked and what they were good at, before applying for their end of Academy internship positions.

If only he knew…

During the class, Reid did not use any PowerPoint presentations or visual images. He used his mouth, his speech and his ability to paint a picture with his words. And, weirdly, it had kept everyone's attention on him, the whole entire time. This class had gone much smoother than the one on Quantum Physics. Who knew why?

"Thank you for your attention, once again. Or, finally." Reid corrected himself, realizing they had only paid attention to him during this class, not the previous one.

"I hope you learned something new and, honestly, I hope to be seeing you again in the future." He said, meaning in class.

Angie, however, wanted to see him in a very different light and circumstances.

"Doctor Reid?" She called out for him as he was taking his microphone off and getting ready to leave.

"Thank you so much for this class. I learned a lot and I appreciated the examples you gave, from your own experience. It must be so exciting to be working for the BAU." She smiled politely.

"Ha, well, not lately, no, it isn't." He replied honestly.

With all the mess and the upcoming hearing, he wasn't sure if the BAU was a sane place for someone to be at.

"Well, I hope things get better for you, guys. You're good people and you only deserve good things happening to you. Karma is going to take care of the rest." Angie smirked, she loved being vague.

"Thank you. This is really nice of you to say." He said before correcting himself. "You are a nice person, actually."

"Pff, tell that to everyone I've ever screwed over. Or the ones I will, anyway." She said silently and she walked away.


As if Garcia knew Morgan better than Morgan knew himself, she had figured out exactly what he was about to do that afternoon.

He got dropped off by a taxi, in front of Emily's building. He then went upstairs and took a shower before gathering a few things and going to meet someone, whom he had plans with, for that evening. Because Derek Morgan, married or not, would not turn down a chance to get it down on a Thursday night. And tonight, he'd be getting it on with multiple people, all of whom he loved so dearly. Although, he wouldn't be 'getting it on' in the informal, naughty sense. And yet, it would be giving him almost as much satisfaction.


Emily spent quite the long moment, staring at the horizon. Garcia and her were now sitting on a bench, facing the little sunshine that was poking through the clouds, in hopes of drying up all that dirt from their clothes.

She scoffed, in a way that suggested to Garcia that Emily now had a new plan.

"Tell me everything, girlfriend!" Garcia said curiously.

"Well, if she's listening in for some scoop…then let's go give her a show." She did not need say anything more, Garcia was Game already!

After a quick briefing, Emily finally went back to the BAU bullpen. On her way to her office, Garcia followed her with her loud yapping.

"Emily! Wait!" Garcia's heels clinked against the pavement, in desperate attempts to catch up with her boss.

"I'm just worried about you, okay?" She said in her dramatic voice.

"Garcia, drop it!" Emily came off cold. Rude. Un-Emily-like.

"Look, I know you're using again. Stop pretending like it isn't happening. I can see it in your eyes, Emily..." Garcia was getting good at this. Her voice was a bit shaky and Emily could tell she was about to cry. Even though Garcia hated the fact that she was never able to cry on command, like JJ could.

"I said - drop it!" Emily shouted at her.

"Your pupils are red and you're constantly looking away from people when you speak to them. Come on. I'm not a profiler, but I know you, Emily Prentiss. And you're not a junkie!" Garcia's chin quivered. "Well, not anymore. I mean, I hope."

"You are going to be damn sorry if you don't zip that big mouth of yours right this second." Emily was about to burst and let her anger out.

"It took you so long to get clean the last time. We know that's why you left the Bureau, when you faked your death. We covered for you. We lied for you. Come on. You were doing so well!" Garcia pushed hard, but being a happy and bubbly person she couldn't find it in her to cry.

"Not another word, Garcia!" Emily hissed at her, raising her voice like she never had with that beautiful colorful creature in front of her.

"Emily, I refuse to sit around and keep quiet while I watch drugs destroy your life all over again!" Garcia yelled back.

"I am your fucking boss!" Emily then realized how loud and scary her voice could be. It sent shivers down her own spine.

And then a loud slap could be heard. Hard. Merciless. No doubt one that would leave a nasty bruise.

"How dare you hit me, you crazy bitch!?" Garcia finally let it all out. Tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"Is this what I deserve for being a good friend? Physical abuse, after the verbal and psychological one?" Garcia yelled, now more than pissed off.

A chair flew across the bullpen and ended up in three pieces, on the floor.

"Are you out of your mind?" Garcia cried. "Ouch God, aaah my leg!" She held onto her leg and sobbed uncontrollably.

"If drugs don't fuck you up real good this time, then I hope you crash and burn tomorrow at that hearing, you crazy bitch! And you better believe I'll be there to watch it, but I sure as Hell am not standing by your side, you Devil! And if asked, I will tell them everything I really think about you, no holding my tongue back anymore!" Garcia was yelling like a crazy person, afraid at just how pissed off she could be. All she ever knew were her two extremes - calm and excited. This was all new to her now.

With those words, she stormed out of the bullpen and out of the building.

Emily destroyed a huge plant that was sitting awkwardly in the corner and nobody really ever cared enough to water it. Stupid plant. Useless plant. Plant that ended up on top of her colleague's desks, as she crashed it hard, along with the pot it came in. Pieces of blue ceramic flew in the air, reaching even the furthest corner of the bullpen. Emily could almost see all of it in slow motion – it was so extremely dramatic, like a scene from a corny movie about a bad break up. The only thing missing was a sad 90's r'n'b song and this scene could get her an Oscar.


"Here's my favorite BabyGirl!" Morgan opened the door for Garcia.

He was now in Rossi's house, making plans for Friday night and catching up with his incredibly funny and outgoing third wife. Or second wife, turned fourth? Morgan had lost the count along the way.

"I better be your only BabyGirl, hey!" Garcia said cheekily, giving him a really big hug.

She felt his hands instantly hold her close and she sunk into his hug.

"I've missed you so much!" She whispered and one of his hands massaged the back of her head lightly.

"I'm not even mad at you for messing with my hair right now!" She added and it made him smile.

"Woman, you have no idea how much I have missed you." He sighed deeply. "All of you." He then added sincerely.

Krystal urged them to come in and help her with some preparations.

"So, what's the plan?" She asked her two guests.

"Well, if everything goes up in flames tomorrow, at least we wanted to have one more night, as the BAU, all together." Garcia replied.

"That includes you, too, my Hunky Imaginary Boyfriend!" She added, looking at Morgan.

"Yeah, since we can't really do anything about tomorrow…" Morgan said to Krystal, feeling too much out of the loop.

"Oh, about that…" Garcia smirked proudly. "Just leave it to Emily to fix things. Trust me. I mean, trust her. Because I sure as Hell do!"

"Uh-oh!" Morgan sensed a conspiracy going on. "A pissed off, vulnerable Emily Prentiss counter takedown? Yes, please!"

He didn't even want to ask for details. He already trusted that the Emily Prentiss that he knew, would come out to play the next morning.

The three of them busied themselves with preparations. Morgan went on a last-minute grocery run while the two women heated up the oven and worked their magic in the kitchen. It was late afternoon and everyone was about to be free and popping by within an hour or so.


Angie did some more recruiting for the prank and she now had about thirty people, willing to participate. She also had exactly thirty costumes, thanks to Amazon Prime…and Bryan's bank account details.

After dinner, everyone gathered up to get their costumes and she gave them further instructions on what they were going to do. It all sounded hilarious, harmless, childish even. Surely it didn't sound like it could do any harm.

"I like your choice of costume." Bryan commented when he got handed his own piece of clothing.

"What can I say – I got inspired recently!" She said innocently, holdings on to her costume tightly.

They both decided to go to bed early. Friday would be busy for them. They had PFT and then their class would be starting at 12, not 10 as usual, as their teacher had a last-minute change of schedule and had to push the timing. And this worked perfectly with Angie's innocent little plan.

Innocent…not so much.