Fanfic #3 Seriously, I take requests.
Oops, read it wrong. Thought it said ‘when on a case’.
Garcia randomly sends the team texts or calls about what she’s doing when they’re not on a case to cheer them up.
- Day 1-
J.J. opened the new message on her phone and couldn’t hold back the laugh as they drove down the road in the rented SUV.
"What?" Morgan asked curiously from the passenger seat. They’d split into two groups, the only way they could easily travel, putting Rossi and Hotch in one car with the rest of them in the other.
"Garcia." J.J. said simply, showing the phone to Prentiss who laughed as well.
"What’d she do this time?"
J.J. cleared her throat and read out loud in her best imitation of Garcia, ” ‘I just bought wine using Morgan’s credit card, presented a fake ID and made sure to wear my work ID. New blouse obviously fits perfectly. God I love my boobs.’”
"That girl is just plain wrong." Morgan said, shaking his head but laughing all the same.
- Day 2-
Reid blinked at his phone, trying to understand why Garcia had messaged him.
"What’s wrong?" J.J. asked as he frowned at his phone.
“‘Boy Genius, return soon. New TA thinks he smarter than me; save me!’”
"Huh, new hire."
"Yeah, but what does she want me to help her?" Reid asked, clearly puzzled, "What could I do?"
"Babble insistently on a topic he wouldn’t know?"
Prentiss waited, thankfully, till the locals had left the room and the door was shut before reading what she’d been sent out loud. “‘New TA is an ass. He made fun of my shoes. He must die. Come pulverize him.’”
Even Hotch smiled slightly before they got to work.
"Oh, she’s fighting dirty." Morgan laughed, gesturing to his phone, “‘Went to new TA’s office, unplugged all cords and turned them backwards. Listened to him scream for two hours. Score 5-1, in favour of moi.’"
"Switching cords is dirty?" Rossi asked.
"It is when you’re a tech guy." Morgan nodded, "Didn’t you listen to her complain when Kevin messed with her chair?"
"You didn’t get the rant on Gideon either." Hotch muttered.
"She’s lost it. Truelove and completely lost it." Rossi declared, shutting the door to keep from being overheard. “‘Just duct taped airhorn to underside of moron’s chair. Moment he sits down it will go off. He told me my pink hair was ‘tacky’ and ‘unprofessional.’"
"Well, at least one person will have a heart attack by time we get back." J.J. mused, tapping her nails on the table top and wondering just how hard Garcia was really trying in driving the new guy mad.
His phone buzzed again a few minutes later and he laughed. “‘Moron nearly peed himself, started screaming. I’ve locked my door and have a victory brownie.’”
"Go Garcia." Prentiss laughed.
J.J. yawned, stretching in her seat as they sat on the BAU jet on the way home. Long case, hard case, and the only light at all had been the fact they’d caught the unsub, saved the last victim and had Garcia trying to make them laugh all week.
Her phone buzzed and she had to smile, speak of the devil.
She couldn’t hold back the giggles when she read it and had to hand it to Hotch to read aloud.
“‘Moron demanded I be fired. They refused since they can’t fire me due to reasons — I don’t look good in prison orange you know — and he pitched fit. Said it was me or him. They chose me. Strauss is looking to lecture me, hiding in bossman’s office. Save me, Jayje!’”
"We really can’t leave her alone, can we?" Rossi sighed, hiding a smile.
"She’s like a cat." Morgan shook his head and chuckled, "If you don’t keep her entertained she will find something to entertain herself with."
Submitted by mickeysam