Imagine Garcia accidentally discovering that you and Morgan are an item when she calls him early in the morning and hears your voice in the background.
For the first time in weeks, your phone wasn’t what woke you up at an ungodly hour in the morning. This time, it was your boyfriend. You opened one eye to glance at the alarm clock to see what time it was. You knew Derek wouldn’t just wake up at 3:51 AM for no reason, so you sat up a bit and opened both eyes to look at him. You wanted to cry when you realized he was on the phone.
“Oh my God, please don’t tell me we have a case.” You whined, not even thinking about who exactly could’ve heard you until Derek looked at you with wide eyes. That’s when you heard Penelope yelling out questions like, “Was that who I think it was?!” and “Is (Y/N) at your house?!” and “Are you together?!” You let out a sigh and whispered, “Sorry.”
The truth was you and Derek had been together for nearly eight months now. It started off with playful banter and flirting until one day he asked you out to lunch, and then asked you to be his girlfriend. The two of you had decided to keep it a secret due to FBI fraternization policy. It had been hard hiding your feelings for each other in the field, especially since you were called away so often. You were always together but you rarely got time to enjoy each other, but the two of you made it work because you loved each other.
Derek finally managed to get Garcia off the phone after answering some of her questions and couldn’t keep a straight face when he looked to you. “I have good news, and I have bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?” He asked, the smile never leaving his face.
“Bad news,” You decided, since you pretty much knew what he was about to say – or at least you thought you did.
You were surprised when he said, “The bad news is Penelope’s pissed, but the good news is we don’t have to deal with it until tomorrow.” With that, you let out a breath of relief and placed your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and letting the rising and falling of his chest slowly put you back to sleep. You were almost out when you got a bit curious, “If we don’t have a case, why the hell did she call you this late?”
Derek laughed a little and shrugged. “I don’t think it was that important. If it was, she’ll call back when she forgives us.” Then, the two of you went back to sleep and the next thing that woke you up wasn’t Derek, but a text from Garcia that said, “I love you, but I’m still calling him Chocolate Thunder.”
Categories include: Aaron Hotchner x Reader, Spencer Reid x Reader, David Rossi x Reader, Derek Morgan x Reader, Emily Prentiss x Reader, Jennifer Jareau x Reader, Penelope Garcia x Reader, Ashley Seaver x Reader, entire BAU x Reader, non-reader insert bau stories, morcia, jotch, crossovers, aus, drabbles, and aesthetics. Keep in mind, requests are open to anything Criminal Minds even if I haven’t written for it yet, though I reserve the right to disapproval. Please enjoy, my loves :)
Summary // You got a new haircut and Spencer can’t keep his eyes off of you anymore
You strode in confidently, you had gotten a new haircut and you absolutely loved it. You had never really done much with your hair, you let it grow and you cut it but now you had done something completely different and it felt good to rock a completely different style for once instead of the style you’ve had for years which had never really been a style to begin with.
Immediately colleagues came and from the team it was Morgan that was first, mostly because he was closest to the elevator.
“Look at that, new haircut huh?” He said with an amused smile. “I like it.” You smiled, you didn’t seek for his approval but it was always nice to receive compliments about anything really. You went on and received compliments as you did from your various colleges, of course once everyone had finished and you had sat down at your desk Spencer came walking back in. You liked him, you weren’t sure how real it really was or how serious but you liked him, his quirks, his interests, his facts (most of the time) and just most things about him, he was nice to be around and the two of you along with Garcia often had Doctor Who reruns which were one of the best ways to have some fun after a hard case.
“Y/N!.” He said sounding oddly surprised, you had arrived a little early but after some small talk you were seated at your desk at normal time, then again you knew it must be weird seeing your hair completely different, you had fully embraced the idea a few weeks before you were able to go to the hair dresser but once you did you hadn’t been happier in a while.
“Hi, Spencer.” You replied somewhat awkward at the fact that he just kept staring at your hair without saying a word. He continued to stare and you started to feel quite uncomfortable and even some slight anxiety, whilst you were completely satisfied and wouldn’t change it even if he didn’t like it, seeing him stare clueless made you somewhat anxious. “Earth to Spencer?”
He suddenly shook his head as though he had gotten lost in thought and just returned. “Yes.. Ehm.. I like it.” He said and he sounded unsure, his tone wasn’t stable and his voice wavered a little and you nodded before turning back to your work, whilst you decided to brush off his odd behaviour you kept thinking about it, whilst being awkward certainly was one of his strong points, he’d never act like this with you or anyone really, his responses could be long but they never took this long, especially not in a casual conversation, he usually did know when it was time to reply to someone.
“We’ve got three families in Iowa, all of them middle-class but beside that no real similarity, this unsub went in, it was likely a break-in, and then went on to murder the family, he’s taken jewelry, expensive stuff but beside that not much, the families usually get found the next day by their neighbours or anyone dropping by. Simple stab wounds, this unsub just leaves them there.” You started to read over the file whilst you felt a pair of eyes burning in your back, when you strode into the office yesterday it started and it kept going, from time to time you just felt Spencer staring at you and often your feeling were proved right and you did see him staring at you, you tried to ignore it but it certainly was getting somewhat annoying, it made you wonder what he was thinking about, could he really hate it that much? He never really seemed to concerned with things such as clothing style and hair styles.
“All three are the same, most of them have a single or two stab wounds, there’s been no sign of struggling so they likely do it to be sure the person is dead. The theft hasn’t increased either, just expensive possessions and nothing else, there’s been a few fingerprints, some of the victims and one or two unidentified so that’s our unsub.” As all of you passed ideas and theories back and forth on the unsub, their motive and their stressor you still felt his eyes on you but so long as you reminded yourself this was about three dead families you were able to focus again. You had gone to work in the FBI because you had been the victim in a horrible crime and you didn’t want anyone to feel like that, so helpless, so dependent on someone you aren’t even sure can come, to be unable to protect yourself, it was a very strong motive and it kept you going until you had reached where you wanted to be, the BAU, and even then it helped you keep your head straight during cases and remember what it’s really about.
“Right, wheels up in thirty.” Hotch said and all of you nodded, once you had cleared out of the room you, somewhat forcibly, took Morgan his arm and walked over somewhere quiet.
“What’s wrong?” He immediately asked, it had been something you two did whenever one of you felt annoyed, angry, sad or any form of strong emotions, you both knew that you needed to share it with someone and since you gravitated to each other very easily it became a sort of ritual, after a case was when it happened the most, to talk about what happened and really say how you felt.
“Spencer, that’s what’s wrong. He’s been staring at me for two days already without a single word, I mean my hair doesn’t look that bad does it? Everyone’s always nice even if they hate it.” You admitted, it was just expected to be nice to people and say that you like it even if you hated it, it was a nice gesture and expected nowadays.
“No, trust me Y/N it’s cool, it fits you. Either way, I’ve seen him staring once or twice. I suppose I can try and ask him why he’s been staring, although I have a feeling I know.” Morgan said and you raised your eyebrow in response.
“Not telling you now, like I said, a feeling. Either way, you better get your go-bag, I feel like this will be a long one.” He said and you grimly nodded, you also felt like it would take a long time, with little to nothing to go on and with the murderer not that distinct, just killing people and taking their jewelry, you also felt like it would take a long time and likely more people would end up dead in this case no matter how much you hated the thought, you had to accept it.
“Right, well let’s go then. Off to Iowa.”
The case was finished, it took a long time but it finally was. The unsub had been faulty on the fourth murder and eventually that luckily led to his downfall, otherwise all of you could stay there for a long time and you might not have been able to solve it. Either way, the second before you stepped on the jet Garcia immediately confirmed that the three of you needed a night filled with only a British dork flying through space and you happily agreed, although Spencer was still acting very odd.
The staring continued, it did every single day and you started to really worry and had also started of ways to approach him about this because it had to stop eventually and it made you uneasy from time to time to have someone look at you, you just weren’t too comfortable with it. And so, since you hadn’t had time during the case to worry about Morgan’s suspicions, you pulled him aside once you all were on the jet.
“Okay, were your feeling correct?” You bluntly asked, you just needed to know and he smirked, which you took as a certain yes. “Well, elaborate on those feelings.” You said and of course, despite being best friends he still was Derek Morgan.
“You’ll know. Just ask him about it.” He said and you groaned, you had a feeling for what he might have thought but you were unsure and didn’t really have much going, after all it was an unusual hairstyle so he could just genuinely dislike it and find it an odd thing.
“Of course, you don’t have to do it so it’s easy to say. How do you go up to someone and ask why they’ve been creepily staring at you for the past week, because that’s just the most casual thing in the world to do.” You said, sarcasm dripping off of your voice and he chuckled.
“Don’t worry so much, you, Garcia and Reid always have a Doctor who night after a case right?” You gave a nod. “Depends but usually yes.”
“Then you jut ask him tonight.” He simply stated.
“It’s not that simple though, it’s really an odd question, you know.”
“It is, just stop worrying. How come you’re perfectly fine when interrogating serial killers but are nervous at the prospect of asking one of your friends why they’re staring at you.” Then something clicked inside of him and you just groaned in response and face palmed.
“It’s jut uncomfortable. If you say anything I might start using those interrogation techniques on you.” You threatened and he put his hands up before you two walked back and you decided to just listen to some music to try to distract yourself a bit.
“I’m going to take a break for a bit, you two go ahead though. I’ve already seen The Unicorn and The Wasp at least three times.” Garcia said as she left to some place else and you felt like it was staged, knowing the close friendship she also had with Morgan and you decided it was just best to ask now instead of putting it off even further, and so you decided to just ask.
“Why have you been staring at me?” It caught him by complete surprise.
“You’ve stared at me ever since I got this haircut and I just, I just need to know why, so you need to be completely honest with me okay? If you hate it just say it. I won’t change it but at least I know why you’ve been acting odd.” You said bluntly and he immediately responded.
“I love it! I really do its beautiful, it suits you well and I just.. I suppose I’ve been mesmerized with it.” He said somewhat sheepishly and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Really, I thought you were just kinda annoyed with it and kept staring at it.” You admitted, you didn’t really think that someone would stare at it this much if they liked it, generally they looked once in a while but it felt more like a passive aggressive glare that you should change it back to what it was.
“No, no absolutely not.” He said.
“That’s nice to know. Spencer, you need to be honest with me okay?” He swallowed, but nodded.
“Do you like me? But not as in I like being friend but you know, like like, love, whatever you want to call it.” You had ever seen him this petrified but he did nod. “Good, cause well, I feel the same way and I suppose Morgan had a really good instinct.” You said with a laugh and that was the moment Garcia came back.
“Finally! We kind of had bets going who would ask the other first you know, I didn’t think it would take this long.” You all just laughed.
With the palm of his hand on your mid back, Agent Morgan led you into the break room of the police station. Inside sat a red head with pink glasses and loud, but awesome, makeup. You nervously rubbed your arms, glancing back toward the agent that had saved you from that monster. He offered a gentle smile.
“Y/N, this is Penelope Garcia, our tech analyst. She just wants a word with you,” he comforted. “Actually,” she drawled, “if you could be present, my love, that would be in your best interest.” Derek quirked a brow. “Yeah?” He paused. “Alright, sure.” Garcia’s face grew into a mixture of happy and serious. “You, uh, both might want to sit down.”
Glancing back at Derek, you saw him nod. The two of you took a seat at the tiny table. With a smirk, the agent nodded at Penelope. Despite his confusion, he figured it was important.
“Okay so, my boss had me run your blood through all sorts of systems before we knew what…type that evil thing was after. A few things popped up which led to us finding you, but there was something I was told to wait on.”
You arched a brow. Swallowing the nerves, you nodded.
“What…What did you find?” Her smile grew. “Agent Derek Morgan here is your long lost brother.” “What?” you both queried at the same time. She nodded with a grin. “Half-siblings, but still a match.”
The two of you stared at each other in confusion. As it slowly started to sink in, Derek’s own smile started to broaden into a grin. Still slightly stunned, you turned to the man.
“Y-You’re my brother?” you whispered. He nodded, pulling you into a hug. “Only if you want me to be.” You returned the embrace, closing your eyes. “Of course.”
Fandom: Criminal Minds Words: 2,725 Pairing: Luke Alvez / Penelope Garcia Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez and Derek Morgan Requested by: @marialovesdean - she gave such a cute prompt so I hope I gave it justice by writing this little cute drabble (: and here is the link of the same drabble on FF ^^
Luke leaned against the elevator as he closed his eyes for a few seconds. He spent the weekend playing with Roxy at the dog park for most of the time. With his body aching all over, he’s not exactly sure if he is up for another case that might take weeks to solve. The sound of the elevators arriving to the BAU’s floor and opening caused his eyes to open. Clenching onto his backpack, he exhaled deeply before exiting and making his way toward the bullpen. “Hey.”
JJ looked up from her phone. “You look tired.”
“Roxy was really hyper this weekend,” Luke put his backpack down on top of his desk and chuckled. “I changed her diet in the last few days, I think that’s why.”
Spencer leaned against his seat. “She’s not on the raw diet anymore?”
Luke shook his head. “She wasn’t feeling well when she was on the diet.” Settling into his seat, he sighed. “I was suggested to change the diet and see what happens.” He glanced around the bullpen. “What’s the case?”
“I don’t know,” JJ answered. “Both Emily and Penelope haven’t left the office yet, they’ve been discussing something for the last twenty minutes. And Rossi hasn’t arrived.”
“Maybe it’s not that bad,” Spencer suggested. “When we do have a bad case, we’re all huddled around the conference room instead.” Taking a book out from his drawer, he started opening it to read.
“Conference room.” Emily called out for the team as she slowly made her way over with Penelope following behind. “We have a case in Chicago. Double homicide, the third one in the last two weeks.”
“A serial killer?” JJ looked up at the screen just as Penelope brought up the pictures.
Emily nodded her head. “Rossi won’t be joining us due to personal issues but the case is simple. We just need to fly over there and try to help out the local officers.”
“Alright.” Spencer stood up. “Wheels up in 20?”
“Actually, with Rossi not being with us, I thought we needed another hand.” Emily suggested.
JJ knit her eyebrows together. “The case is simple? I think the four of us can handle the case.”
“Yeah,” Penelope agreed. “But you wouldn’t know Chicago as much as the guy that’s joining us.”
Luke arched an eyebrow. “Who is coming?”
Derek knocked on the door and smiled brightly at the team. “Agent Derek Morgan is joining you to Chicago.” He winked over at Penelope. “Baby Girl.” Penelope smiled. “Welcome back.”
Luke glanced between Penelope and Derek as he collected his files in silence.
Penelope moved around comfortably on her chair around her office as she took a sip of her tea. Checking the time on her watch, the team should be looking over the crime scenes right now. Her eyes adverted over to her little figurines on her desk, landing particularly on the newest member of the family. The little cat stress toy that Luke had given her a couple weeks ago. The longer she looked at it, the wider her smile became on her face. She blinked her eyes in confusion when her phone started ringing. Getting into tech analyst mode, she pressed the button and cleared her throat as soon as she saw the caller ID. “Newbie.”
The phone rings and Garcia covers her mouth, giggling. Smiling, you pick up the phone. “Hey sweet cheeks, whatcha got for me?”
Morgan sounds confused. “(Y/n)?”
“The one and only.”
You can practically see him shaking his head as you try to hold back giggles. “Alright, we need a list of all brunette delinquent male teenagers at Sumner Highschool.”
“I am on it faster then Dean Winchester eats pie.” You say, typing furiously. Morgan frowns on the other end. Smiling, you click the enter button. “The information is on your tablets now.”
“Alright, thanks (y/n). And are you feeling ok?”
“You’re just … acting different.” He says.
Unable to hold the laughter in any longer you choke out, “Let me know if you need anything else.” Then you hang up and Garcia and you burst out laughing, tears streaming down your face at your friend’s confusion.
On the other end, Morgan is staring in wonder at his phone. Smiling to himself, he pockets the phone and goes to find Hotch.
Hey, y'all! This is a little morcia fic that I wrote for anon! Now, it’s my first non-reader insert cm pairing fic to post on here and it’s my first morcia fic I’ve ever even attempted to write so please go easy on me :)
Garcia is feeling down about her appearance and Derek reminds her of how amazing she is.
When Penelope woke up in the morning, she was alone. The sheets beside her were cool and empty and she was shocked with a spark of anxiety before the repetitive sound of water slapping against the ground relaxed her nerves. He was in the shower, just the shower. But that feeling had lingered, that out-of-place fear that the man she had rapidly been falling in love with had left her, and Garcia perfectly well knew why she thought it.
She passed by her full length mirror with its flowery, pink sticker stuck around the edges and she stood in front of it, frowning decidedly.
Garcia felt bloated and immature in her hot pink pajama bottoms with its matching floral top and another shot of anxiety rang out through her. She fought the tears bursting at her eyes. Her blonde hair with all its knots swayed depressively as she pivoted, examining herself in her mirror from all sides. Her frown sunk deeper. She didn’t even notice when the water in the bathroom stopped or the shower door opened or when a towel-clad wet Derek Morgan stepped into her bedroom or even when he started to say her name.
“Pen? Pen? What’s up?” He stepped forward, into the background of the mirror, snatching her gaze as his hands wrapped around her waist, “What’s going on, baby girl?”
She tried to force as bright a smile as she could muster but it was much too weak to be a Penelope Garcia smile and gave her away instantly (plus, Derek Morgan is a profiler who knows everything about her, she was at a distinct disadvantage from the start).
“Oh, come on, baby, you can tell me anything.” He begged, watching her eyes in the mirror.
Garcia sighed, resigned to her fate, “Its just… I walk up and you weren’t there and that scared me for a second and then…” She stammered, unsure how much she wanted to give up.
Penelope Garcia was not usually one for looking into mirrors and feeling sorry for herself but every once in awhile she would take that peek and not be able to look past the insecurities she had learned to hide so well with her bright colors and high heels and vibrant laughs. Today had unexpectedly become one of those days.
“Hey,” Derek murmured, painfully noticing the sadness on her face. He lifted her chin with his forefinger, “What are you talking about? Girl, you’re amazing.”
“I-I Just look so…” She struggled to find the write word until her lips fell on, “different…” And the word sunk dejectedly.
“You’re kidding, right? Penelope, look at me.” He waited for their eyes to meet and collide, until he had all her attention, “You’re perfect.” He whispered and she felt herself melt.
She sighed, finally allowing a true smile to breathe out, “Dammit. Derek Morgan, you have done it again.” She eyed his towel, “How long until we have to be at work?”
Derek let out a loud, barking laugh, “We can make some time.” And he wrapped his arms around her, his lips moving to her ear, “I love the pajamas, Pen.”
And then she giggled and they were both left with smiles and so much more.
A/N: An anon request for some Morcia. There aren’t enough Morcia pics out there. Thought they’re a BROTP for me, I totally get how people could see it as an OTP. This is one where Penelope struggles with body dysmorphia and Derek knows. He wants to confess how he’s felt about her, but he doesn’t want her to think that it’s solely to cheer her up. Little angsty, with fluffy ending. Enjoy! @coveofmemories
“Dammit,” she said softly, looking into the compact mirror and picking at her chin. Quickly, Penelope grabbed her coverup and went to contour the fuck out of her face. She had 18 double chins this morning and nothing seemed to want to help. It would help if I lost weight, she thought to herself. But here I am eating a breakfast sandwich yet again. Tears started to sting at the corners of her eyes as she thought about going home. Today was a really bad day and she didn’t want to be seen by anyone. Not even Morgan. Especially Morgan.
He was everything she wasn’t, and every day she fought the idea that he could never actually love someone like her, not when he has women that looked like models practically worshipping the ground he walked on.
“Hey, babygirl,” he said from the doorway, loving the way her blue hairpiece was playing off of her striking eyes. Yet again, she had her face in the mirror. He didn’t understand. She was his beautiful babygirl. Why did she always doubt herself?
Garcia spun around, snapping at him without wanting to. This is why I should just go home today. Here was the gorgeous, statuesque God of a man who actually wanted to be near her for some reason and all she could do was snap at him because every morning she looked in the mirror she hated herself. Correction, she hated what she saw. The rest of her was awesome, but even the greatest of everything else couldn’t overcome what she saw in the mirror. “Sorry,” she said, spinning back around for fear that he’d see her face half contoured. “I’ll be in the round table room in a few.”
Derek sighed and left the room, once again leaving his words unspoken. For so long, he’d wanted to tell Garcia how much he loved her, was in love with her. He knew what she saw when she looked in the mirror. One night, when she’d had a few too many drinks, she’d confided in him how she felt, but he just couldn’t see it. Since then, every time he tried to go and tell her how he felt, he held back, fearing that she would see it as a way to make her feel better and not an actual confession.
After Penelope came in to do the briefing, which she did with her usual pep and perkiness, her face immediately dropped back into the slump it was in before. “Babygirl,” he said, grabbing her hand and leading her to her lair. Enough was enough. He had to say something. He was about to burst inside, and whether or not she felt the same, he needed her to know that he didn’t see what he saw. “I’ve got some shit to say.”
Garcia really wasn’t in the mood right now. The team was going on the jet in a couple of hours. When they did, she’d take her laptop and work from home. That way she didn’t have to be seen by anybody. “What is it, Morgan? I’m so tired.” That was a lie; she just desperately didn’t want him looking at her right now.
“I need you to know some things about me,” he said, grabbing her hands in both of his. “Things that I’ve felt for a long time. I love you-”
She knew that. She didn’t understand, but she knew that he loved her as one of his best friends in the entire world. “I know, Morgan,” she said before being cut off with a finger to her lip.
“No, you think I love you as a friend, and I do, but I love you as so much more than that. I love you as the woman who always puts her friends before herself. The one who keeps us smiling even on our worst days. I love that despite how you see yourself, you still wear your heart on your sleeve,” he said. He was rambling - starting to sound like Pretty Boy. “I am in love with you, Penelope Garcia. I need you to know that. I have no idea if you feel the same way or not, but I needed to say it.”
“Why? And how do you know how I feel?” she asked softly. How could her best friend be in love with her when he could have his pick of any woman on the planet? Why her?
Derek’s eyes widened in surprise. Even with a confession, she still didn’t get it. “You told me when you were drunk,” she laughed softly. God, seriously? How could I be so stupid? “And I’m in love with you because you’re you. I love everything about you, Penelope. The brain, the heart, the body - all of it. I don’t see you how you see yourself.”
The tears she’d cut back before boiled to the surface again. “Really?”
He nodded, bending forward slightly to kiss her forehead. “I am in love with all of you, Penelope Garcia.”
She didn’t get it. She wasn’t sure she ever would. “I love you, too, Morgan,” she said softly. “I can’t guarantee that I’ll ever be able to see what you see though.”
“Can we work on it? Together?” he asked, hearing Hotch down the hallway looking for him. “When we get back?”
She gave him a small nod and a gentle squeeze of the hand before he left. Turning back to her chair, she sat down and picked up the compact again to finish her contouring. This didn’t just stop because someone expressed an interest. She still didn’t understand how Derek could love her, but maybe, just maybe, she would stay in the office instead of going home.
A drabble request where Derek Morgan finds out that Penelope calls reader thebigtittiedgoddess (she saw you in your undergarments) and asking Garcia which bras she likes that you try on at Vs and Derek Derek is curious to see.. Smut (or not if your uncomfortable)
Here you go anon hope you like it😊
Warnings: language, implied smut.
Rated: M for mature
Song:acquainted by the weekend
Derek x Reader
“Alright alright I’m on my way
” Penelope said laughing and hanging up the phone on you.
“Big what?” Asked a loud voice from behind her.
She spun around and saw Morgan standing in her doorway and immediately regretted saying it.
“Who did you just call
P?”He asked walking deeper into her office and closing the door behind him.
“Uh-oh” she said cursing her brilliant yet sometime inappropriate mind and tried to cover “Uh no one… I didn’t even say that… I have no idea what you’re talking about….I wasn’t…that was no one…” she said stuttering and mentally face palming her forehead.
“Come on baby girl don’t lie to me” He said walking over to her desk and looking into her eyes.
Penelope had never been able to hide anything from Derek. He could read her like an open book so she sighed and started talking.
‘Garcia?’ You said as you entered her room. ‘Y/N! What are you doing here?’ Penelope turned in her chair. ‘I thought I’d come and visit. Is that okay? You asked her. ‘Yeah your just gonna have to help me sugar, so get your cute little bum over here.’ She said excitedly as she made space for you and handed you some files and you started going through them. You and Garcia were nearly done when the phone started ringing, you pressed it onto speaker so Garcia needed to talk since her hands were full. ‘Hey baby girl.’ A deep voice from the other end spoke up. You smiled coming up with a plan since Garcia couldn’t talk. ‘I’m sorry, but this isn’t your baby girl.’ You said looking at Garcia chuckling. ‘And who may this be?’ he questioned starting to get confused. ‘The one and only, amazing best friend of your baby girl.’ You said spinning in the chair. ‘This must be the chocolate thunder that I have heard lots about.’ You told him as he didn’t reply. ‘Yeah, this is him. So tell me what else have you heard.’ He asked, you turned to Garcia giving her a smirk. ‘Well I’ve heard you bring the best presents and give the infamous kisses on the cheek, which I’m waiting for and it better be as good as hoe Garcia describes it.’ You answered him, Garcia’s face going into to shock. She tried to grab the phone but you lifted the phone to your ear and walked to the hallway. ‘I also know that you protect her with your life and I’m thankful for that. I wouldn’t be able to live without her.’ You told him. ‘No problem.’ He replied. ‘I’ll put Garcia on now.’ You said smiling as you re-entered the room. You sat on a comfy seat in the corner of Garcia’s office as the both of you worked I silence and went over cases. You had you back to the door focussed on a certain file when it suddenly opened. ‘Sweet cheeks?’ he asked as he paid no attention to your figure in the corner. ‘Yes, honey?’ Garcia asked turning in her chair. ‘Who was that on the phone?’ he questioned. You turned around watching Garcia look at you then back to Derek. ‘That’d be me, chocolate thunder.’ You replied with a smirk as he turned so fast he could get whiplash.
Not much happens except yakno,, context, but still. I’m actually kinda digging this.
You had woken up with a killer headache, and your vision was blurred.
You couldn’t think right, and a loud ringing noise was very prominent in your hearing.
You found yourself on a bed- and old one. It stunk, and had odd stains.
The room was dark, except for a lit cigar sitting on a desk in front of the bed.
Your head in pain, you sat upward, anger overpowering your brain telling you to lie back down.
“Hello?” You asked, your voice unwavering.
You heard a sigh, and you directed your eyesight to the middle of the room, next to the cigar.
A grunt was made, and the cigar was picked up. A flame was made from a zippo, and the light vaguely made out a square jaw and pale skin.
The flame was blown out.
“Do you know why you’re here, y/n?” He asked, his voice deep.
You narrowed your eyes, straining to see better.
“No. Who are you? Because you ought to know that the team is gonna come for you! You bitch! You made a huge mistake and I’m sorry for what’ll happen to y-” You yelled, but you were cut off by him.
“My name is Danny.” He paused, pushing the ash off of the cigar with the end of the desk, “Daniel, actually. Morton. You remember me?”
You exhaled strongly, “Daniel Morton? You’re dino dan?” You questioned, which earned a hearty laugh from Daniel.
“Yeah. Dino dan. What happened, y/n?” He asked, his voice now soft.
“Well, for starters, you did kidnap me. What’d you use? Date rape drug? Chloroform?” You pressured.
He breathed in sharply, “Ghb. Got it from a friend of mine. And, what did you mean when you said team, earlier?”
“The people I work with. I guarantee that Morgan will kick your ass, you know. Hotch’ll show you, and Emily will have some nasty shit to say.” You teased, and you could almost hear him glare at you.
“At least I’m not some pansy-ass like that Reid guy. You got a thing for him, y/n?” He asked, beginning to walk towards you.
For some reason, you couldn’t understand why your brain was telling you to not say what you were about to, but you felt the need to say it anyways.
“Who’s dick is up your ass, Danny? It was one year, you know. We didn’t even make it a week, because you were such an asshole. You abused me, and I’m better than that now. You don’t have a right to call Spencer a pansy-ass. How long have you been stalking us?” You hissed.
He was next to you now, starting to climb onto the bed, his cigar sitting next to your arm, held closely in his hand.
“You’re a real,” he took a breath in from his cigar, “bitch.” He let the smoke out into your face, and held your face, so every bit of smoke could make its way into your nose and eyes.
You coughed, and began to chuckle, “Is that seriously all you got for me? After years of torture and you killing civilians for me, this is what you do? Breathe smoke at me?”
He smiled, his teeth illuminated by the small glare of light coming from the embers, “Oh, no honey. I got more where that came from, don’t worry.”
His hand found its way to your shirt, and slowly pulled it off, breathing down your neck, his cigar sitting patiently at the corner of his mouth.
You didn’t try to stop him, your pride was overwhelming. Instead, you sat there, only talking when spoken to, and replying in smart-elic responses.
This was only the beginning, you suspected, as your skin burned with the embers and smoke covered your face.