Author's Note: I haven't received many reviews for the last two chapters so I have to wonder if enthusiasm for my story has waned or if people are not enjoying it anymore for some reason. Let me know your thoughts.
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Reid bolted up off the floor and into the shower hub. Sliding around a corner on his socks, Hotch close on his heels. "Penelope what's wrong?" Coming up on the couple, Morgan was leaned up against the wall breathing heavily, hands on his knees. Penelope was pressed against the opposite wall with her chest heaving as well.
"Sorry. I just, I don't know. I need to go to bed. I need to sleep." She said walking away from the men gathered. Hurrying out to the main room Penelope climb into the huge bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. 'What the hell is WRONG with me? This is NOT me! I don't DO these things!'
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Back in the shower hub Reid glared at Morgan. "Alright kid, I get it. You're pissed. What do you want me to say?"
"Why? Just answer that one question. Why and the hell couldn't you just leave me and her alone?"
"I told you back in the haven, I saw you two fooling around and just freaked."
"You freaked over me and her, but it didn't seem to bother you enough not to try and get inside of her yourself."
Morgan jerked away from the wall. "Look here Reid…"
Hotch stepped in between the two men separating a furious Reid and a hurt Morgan. "This may be just what the unsub wants. Turning us against each other, using the obvious attraction that we all have towards Garcia. And it looks like she also shares that attraction to each of us. We have to keep our heads if we're going to get out of this. That means NOT turning on each other."
"So what exactly are we supposed do Hotch. Each take our turns with her without getting jealous? We're men. You know it doesn't happen like that."
"I'm not going to use Garcia like a whore. If that's what the unsub is wanting then he can go ahead and kill me because I'm not doing it." Spencer made his feelings known.
"You think I would do that to my Baby Girl?" Derek questioned Reid. Before the younger man could respond Hotch cut in. Derek kept his eyes on him though, scanning his body almost involuntarily.
"I'm not saying that we do that to her. But if tonight is any indication the both of you have a fierce sexual attraction with her. But for tonight we need to get some sleep."
The men looked at each other in silent agreement and shuffled out of the shower hub each taking their previous places before the earlier incident. Hotch lay down on the couch in the previous position he was in when Derek's shouts woke him up. Derek took to the floor again after making himself a pallet by the couch, and Spencer made his way back to the bed that he had been sharing with Garcia. Soft snores could be heard coming from the woman as he lay down and closed his eyes, falling into a restless slumber.
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A bullhorn sounding throughout the room woke our crimefighters from their sleep. Jumping from their respective bunks each of the occupants covered there ears until the sound stopped.
"Ah good morning my friends. How did you sleep?" the ceiling man inquired. No one answered, just looked everywhere but at each other. Except for Hotch who pointedly looked at each person. "Hmm. Well that doesn't sound good. It doesn't sound like anything actually since no one is talking. Makes me think something happened. Agent Hotchner, Agent Morgan why don't you come into the interview room after breakfast and we can have a little chat about things."
No one had noticed the table had already been set with an impressive spread. No one moved. Everyone continued to stare at everything else but the other occupants of the room. "Is there a problem?" the unsub sighed. "Do I need to use the gas again?"
Slowly everyone stood up and went to the table, still avoiding catching anyone's eye, Hotch being the exception. No one wanted to deal with the gas again if they had the choice. "So does no one want to volunteer why there is a giant silent elephant in the room?" Again everyone was silent.
Quietly the four continued sitting at the table and slowly ate their breakfast. After twenty minutes of continued silence and repetitive motions the unsub had apparently had enough. "Agents Hotchner and Morgan please proceed through the door and back to the interview room." For the first time that morning the four people looked at each other. They were uncomfortable being together after last night, but they were even more uncomfortable being split up.
Hotch was the first one to speak up. "Why do you need us to go there? If you want to talk us then do it here."
"No. You will go to the interview room or I will use the gas and arrange you the way I want you and I'm not sure if you're ready for that. Believe me you will want to do this the easy way."
Hotch and Morgan looked at each other then began walking to the door. "Wait where are you going?" Penelope said reaching for Morgan's arm.
"You heard him Mama. I don't know about the rest of you but I don't want to deal with that damn gas again. But we'll back as soon as we can. Okay." Morgan said taking her hand and squeezing it. Looking over at Reid, Morgan locked eyes with him. "We okay?"
He hated being at odds with his friends. So nodding, Reid walked over to the two people, extended his hand and shook the one not holding Garcia's. Extracting his hand from Morgan's Reid nodded to Hotch and took a seat back on the bed. Morgan leaned down and kissed Penelope's forehead as he pulled away. Hearing the door click Morgan turned away from the woman and headed toward Hotch walking out the door together, the door closing softly behind them.
The soft click of the door was like an acme bomb detonating. Terrifying and startling, but spurring Garcia into action. Penelope walked back to the bed and sat next to Reid looking up at him. "I'm sorry Spencer. Ya know, for everything. You know this isn't like me. I don't do things like this. You do know that right?"
"Calm down Garcia. Yes I know." Spencer said patting her hand bestowing that sweet smile of his on her. "I'm not sorry though. I liked what we did. And I want to do it again."
"You do? Even after everything that happened last night you still want to, well ya know, mess around?" Penelope didn't know why she was whispering or what to do. This type of behavior was completely unacceptable. She never messed around with two men in one night, not since back in the day, and she sure as hell never messed around with her friends. This entire situation was getting absurd. Yet, staring into the amber of Reid's eye, the blond couldn't quite figure out what that was.
Spencer was taking a chance he knew. He was never this forward and he was acting completely outside his comfort zone, but he wanted to feel like he did last night before Derek had interrupted. Leaning towards Penelope, Reid looked her in the eye as he captured her lips, fully expecting her to pull away. She didn't though. Instead she deepened the kiss, sliding her right hand into Reid's hair and her tongue into his mouth wrapping it around his.
There was no one in the room this time to stop them. Spencer wondered if what they were doing was exactly what the unsub wanted. He promptly lost all thoughts of the madman when Garcia's hand tucked into his hair, her other sneaking its way under his shirt to touch his bare skin.
She moaned into the kiss, the feel of his naked stomach and chest driving sparks down her spine and into the pit of her stomach. God she wanted him naked and inside of her. Last night coming to the forefront of her mind, she could practically feel the soft steel of his erection sliding through her hand, causing her to involuntarily curl her fingers in his hair.
The slight sting of Penelope's fingers pulling his hair went straight to Reid's cock. Pressing his tongue more firmly against hers, Spencer grabbed the woman's hips pulling her on top to straddle him. Their kissed continued to become more heated, Pen's hips grinding down on to Reid's pelvis. It was obvious by their actions what they both wanted. And with Morgan and Hotch down the hall being interrogated by the unsub, there was no one there to stop them.