This is my first shot at Criminal Minds, and it might be terrible, and it doesn't help that I haven't been watching the show for very long, but this just came to me and I had to do it. I've recently fallen IN LOVE with the Morgan/Garcia relationship- I'm hooked, big time, and I don't think I have ever seen a cuter relationship on TV. Oh, and this will make Kevin look really bad, but so be it- I HATE him. I think he's a creeper. :)
It all started with just another "urgent" two AM call. Derek Morgan headed down to the BAU office for the case briefing, too tired to even bother getting the coffee he knew would wake him up.
When he arrived, the team was all there, waiting. "Anyone seen Garcia?" Hotchner asked. "She needs to be here for this too."
"She's not picking up her cell." JJ said. "I've tried calling 5 or 6 times in the past hour. It's not turned off, because it's still ringing a few times before it gets to voicemail."
"Maybe she fell asleep in her office again." Reid offered.
"I already checked." Emily said. "No sign of her or her cell."
"I'm going to go check on her." Morgan said, getting out of his chair.
"Not so fast, Morgan. She'll probably be here any minute." Hotchner said, stopping him at the door.
"I have to. Maybe I'm just being over-protective, but she's already been shot and I'd rather not risk something else happening to her when I'm not there." He said.
The look of genuine worry in his eyes and the desperation in his voice convinced Hotchner to let him go. They all knew how protective he was of her, and, even if they all doubted it, if something were to happen to her he would blame himself. That was why no one said a word as he walked, or practically ran, out of the room, determined to get to her as soon as possible.
It didn't take him long to get to her apartment, as it was a ride he'd taken so often that he could practically get there in his sleep. As he walked up the steps, he prepared himself for the worst.
He unlocked her door with the key she'd given him after she'd been shot, and was more than relieved to find her on her couch, sleeping, an old movie playing on her TV with the volume on low.
He didn't want to wake her just yet, even though he knew they both needed to get back as soon as possible, but he couldn't help but just watch her for a few seconds. She looked so peaceful, laying there with pink sweatpants and mismatched, bright colored socks- one with polka-dots, the other with stripes, and he couldn't help but smile. There was no one like her.
The jacket she was wearing, however didn't look like her at all. It was dark brown, and it practically swallowed her. He saw the edge of something stitched in the corner and, deciding to be nosey, lifted it up just enough to see what it said. "Property of Kevin Lynch," was stitched in, not very clearly, looking like it had been done by him. Although he wasn't sure he was a big fan of Kevin's yet, even he had to admit that he thought it was sweet that he'd given her his jacket, even if it was more of a high school sweetheart relationship type thing.
At least, that's what he was thinking until he saw the purple. When he'd flipped the jacket open, it had lifted her t-shirt up , just slightly, but enough for him to see a small patch of skin, bruised dark purple. He lifted her shirt a little more, trying to be gentle, and was shocked to find that the bruise spread a few inches farther. She suddenly stirred a little, and he quickly covered her exposed skin back up, fuming. Could it really be possible? He thought. Could Kevin really have done that to her? No, he realized, he couldn't just jump to conclusions like that. As much as he hated the idea, he knew he'd have to ask her about it.
Her felt her move again, and suddenly she was wide awake, sitting up, her eyes wide and panicked, breathing so hard he was afraid she was having a panic attack.
"Shh, baby girl, it's just me." He said quietly, sitting beside her, putting a calming hand on her arm.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, her breathing still not completely regular.
"There's a case. Everyone's been trying to call you." He said. "I was worried."
"Oh." She said, sounding guilty. "I sort of don't exactly know where my phone is right now."
"That's not good." He told her. "What if there had been an emergency?"
"I know." She said, sighing.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "You're not acting like yourself."
"Yeah." She said. "I'm fine." But she still didn't seem like she meant it. He hadn't seen her smile since he got in there, and she hadn't even called him any of his usual nicknames or made any sexual innuendos.
"Okay," He said slowly. "If you're really okay," He reached over and lifted up her shirt, revealing the bruises he had seen earlier. "What is this?"
She just looked at him, her open in a slight "O", but after a few seconds she seemed to recover, and her eyes looked angry and accusing. "What, you have x-ray vision now?" She asked angrily.
"Uh, when I came in, your shirt was up a little." He said, realizing that what he'd actually done would probably make her feel like he had invaded her privacy.
"Oh." She said, and suddenly he wanted to hit himself. By not pressing, the question right away, he'd given her a chance to make up an excuse. He was a profiler; he should have known better. "I rolled into my desk."
"What?" He asked, but he could practically see her, getting too worked up going back and forth between computers, and sending her chair flying into the table just a little too hard. He had to laugh. It was such a typical sounding thing for her to do that the possibility of it not being true seemed nearly impossible.
"Laugh all you want," She said with a slight smile. "But at the time, it was not funny- it hurt!"
"I'm sorry." He said, his face serious again. "For making assumptions."
"It's okay." She said. "I understand. You're just over-protective. Isn't there a case?" She added as an afterthought.
"Oh. Yeah. Right. Go get ready and I'll drive you." He said.
"I can drive myself." She argued, but the look on his face said he had already made up his mind. "Fine." She agreed, rolling her eyes at him, pretending that she really didn't want to ride with him, when really she'd like nothing less.
He called everyone once she had gone in the other room to get ready to tell them she was okay and that they would be there soon.
She was out in a few short minutes, and as they walked out to his car, he noticed she had started to act more like herself. He was crazy, realized, for making the assumption that Kevin had hurt her. Of course he hadn't. After all, he loved her- or at least seemed to care a lot about her, from what he'd seen.
However, he might not have been thinking that had he known that, at that same moment, she was thinking about how thankful she was that he had believed her lie.
I know this was not great, and sort of short, and people probably won't even like it, but I'm really only putting this up now to see if anyone DOES like it. I'm waiting for a response to see if I should continue, so please review (: