Categories > TV > Criminal Minds > Who dunnit?


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Category: Criminal Minds - Rating: G - Genres:  - Published: 2011-07-24 - Updated: 2011-07-25 - 565 words



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Exchanging amused glances, Rossi and Hotch headed into the Bull Pen. Garcia was standing near the open freezer with a look that would cause the most cold-hearted psychopath to reform and fall at her feet, begging for forgiveness.
"Garcia..." Hotch started.
The other members of the team reached them. "What happened?" Prentiss asked.

"What's wrong, Baby Girl?" Morgan walked over to her.

"Who." Garcia began in a homicidal tone. "Put. My. Glasses. In. The. Freezer?" Everyone was quiet. "WHO DID IT?" She yelled.

"Garcia," Hotch spoke up in a placating tone, "Calm down. I'm-"

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?" The technical analyst shrieked. "DON'T YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" She took a deep breath and added, "Sir." Then continued her tirade. "IT'S NOT YOUR GLASSES THAT WERE FROZEN LIKE VEGETABLES OR LEFTOVER LASAGNA! WHEN I FIND WHO DID THIS I'll-"
"Baby Girl, Baby Girl!" Morgan soothed, draping an arm across her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll kick whoever did its ass when we find him. But until then, yelling won't do any good."

Garcia immediately relaxed but pouted. "My glasses have stalagmites hanging off them!"

"Technically they would be stalactites." Reid informed. "Stalag-" Garcia shot him a glare worthy of a gorgon and Reid broke of, choosing to look at his feet instead of her.

"Morgan's right." Hotch spoke up. "There's no way to find out who did this except by watching the tapes." Rossi started beside him but Hotch didn't look at his friend. "Why don't you go look at them starting with yesterday's footage? Just after the time you noticed your glasses missing?"

"Don't think I won't!" Garcia snarled and stalked back to her lair.
"Everybody else, back to your jobs." Hotch ordered.

"Yes, sir." Seaver replied. The others just nodded and left.

"Uh, Aaron?" Rossi said, glancing around cautiously. "Maybe we should talk in your office?"

"Sure." Hotch nodded. The two headed up the stairs.


The moment they were alone in Hotch's office, behind the closed door, Dave opened his mouth to speak. "I know that they have to find out sometime but..."

"Don't worry." Aaron smiled. "It'll be okay."

"Are you sure? I mean Garcia's-"

"I was careful." Hotch laughed. "She won't see anything but me taking out a popsicle."

"You're certain?" Rossi took him by the shoulders.

"Of course!" Hotch gave him a playful shove. "You don't think I'd be stupid enough to let Garcia find out I took her glasses, do you? She'd kill me! Or at least make my online history highly questionable." He muttered and walked around to sit behind his desk.

"Okay, then." Rossi grinned and sat down in the chair across from his friend.

"So..." Hotch began. "What do you think we should do next?"

"I was thinking we should try Morgan next. His reaction would be the most funny."

"Not Prentiss?"

Dave shuddered. "No way. Her reaction would be scary, not funny." After a moment he added. "And Seaver's had so many stories written about her getting fired, killed, or worse that I think we should give her a break."

"Alright," Hotch smiled, "then I think we should-" He was cut off by the door slamming open against the wall as a raging Garcia stormed into the room.

"YOU!" She growled pointing at Hotch.
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