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~THE FOLLOWING STORY IS NINTH IN OUR "SHAKESPEARE SERIES" OF POST-EPS. THIS IS (ONE OF) THE POST-EPS FOR "COMPROMISING POSTIONS".
As Vigilant as a Cat
"And you said?" JJ choked, her eyes filling with tears of mirth as she could almost hear Dave's deep voice in her mind.
"I threw a book at his head," Penelope replied readily. "Sadly, I missed...his ego was blocking my shot."
Trying valiantly to control the sound of her amusement, JJ gasped, "You didn't?"
"I soooo did," Garcia admitted, smiling in spite of herself. "Luckily, he wasn't angry. And he complimented me...told me I had better aim than his first and second wife...evidently number three could always hit what she was aiming at."
"Yeah, including his checkbook," JJ grunted, recalling Dave's description of the greedy witch he'd most recently been married to.
"Hmmm...you're learning a lot about our longtime Lothario," Garcia teased, leaning forward as she suddenly became far more interested in her best friend's predicament than her own.
"Former Lothario," JJ corrected immediately.
"When did you become David Rossi's loyal defender?" Garcia mocked.
"I guess about the time you started using him for target practice," JJ grinned easily.
"I told you that I missed," Garcia pouted, arching one brow. "I'd probably have felt a whole lot better if I'd actually connected with a body part."
"Well, let's try not to use our colleagues as human punching bags, okay?" JJ chided good-naturedly, settling into her own office chair as she reached for a blue folder on her Department of Defense desk. "I'm fairly certain that Hotch would deem it unprofessional."
"Buzzkill," Pen muttered. "And since when is the Boss Man such a freaking slave driver?"
"Uhmm, since always," JJ laughed, rolling her eyes at her friend's tone. "You were just spared his laser eye by being back at Quantico. Trust me, the rest of us are real familiar with it."
"It's creepy," Penelope complained with a humph.
"It's Hotch," JJ shrugged. "You get used to it."
"Maybe you do," Garcia grumbled, ignoring the sounds of footsteps outside her makeshift office, "But I am a benevolent deity and not used to the other gods casting dispersions on me."
"Persevere," JJ instructed gently. "It'll be worth it," she promised, her heart going out to her friend in her time of crisis. "It's just the first case, Pen. Give it some time."
"Easy for you to say...you're safe from Mr. Creepy Gaze and Mr. Grumpy Pants. I swear, if Rossi comes in here one more time and asks me if I've got anything else, I'm gonna..."
"Breathe, Pen," JJ interrupted, well aware of her friend's tendency to declare doom and gloom on anyone who dared to contradict her. "It's going to get easier. Hotch is just being extra cautious with you because you're new and Rossi..."
"...wants to get home to you?" Penelope grinned cheekily.
"Wh-what?" JJ faltered, a red blush staining her cheeks.
"Oh, puh-leeze, it's as obvious as the formerly pink streak in my hair that you and the Italian stallion are becoming a little closer than mere muchachos," the technical goddess mocked.
"Pen...," JJ began, her voice strangled. "Tell me you haven't shared that theory with Dave!"
"Would it bother you?" Garcia asked lightly, her tone ever so sweet.
"Yes!" JJ said, nodding emphatically even though Pen couldn't see her. The last thing she wanted was for Dave to feel pressured into defining whatever it was they were becoming. One of the reasons that she was so comfortable is that she knew he was sitting in practically the same boat.
"Don't worry," Garcia hushed her with a quick wave of her hand. "I haven't said a word. I just noted that he seemed super duper determined to get home by Halloween. And since Rossi isn't much on holidays...especially the kiddie ones…I did the math and came up with my little Henry. I'm right, aren't I?"
"We've discussed spending that evening together," JJ agreed lightly but determinedly non-committed.
"Buttercup, you're dating again!" Pen enthused.
"Are not," JJ insisted with sternness, "We're merely getting to know each other better." And if that involves a few stolen, heated kisses at the end of the night, who was she to argue?
"Not buying it," Garcia sing-songed, "And believe me, we will revisit the subject soon, but that isn't my problem right now."
"Your problem is that you're over thinking things, Garcie." JJ replied, thankful her friend was so easily distractible today. "Concentrate on doing what you do best."
"OG," Pen murmured to herself, remembering her earlier conversation with Derek.
"Huh?" JJ grunted, eyebrows furrowing as she attempted to decipher what the entire BAU team had warmly referred to as Garcia-speak. But even after years of working side by side with this woman, she was still uncertain of that particular acronym.
"Original Garcia," Pen explained. "Just something Derek told me earlier."
"Ah," JJ nodded, piecing the puzzle together quickly. "Well if that means you go back to the basics, I'm all for it," she agreed.
"I feel anything BUT basic right now, Peaches. I'm in a freaking suit," Garcia complained, plucking angrily at the tight sleeve of her jacket.
"Then change," JJ said quickly. "Taking this on didn't mean you should change all the things that make you who you are. Besides, you work better when you're in your groove."
"That's true," Garcia nodded. Squaring her shoulder as she reached for her go bag with one hand and pulled out a funky purple dress. "You're absolutely right. It's time to go old school."
"Go get 'em, girl," JJ grinned, reminding herself to ask Morgan for pictures later.
"Don't worry; I will," Garcia replied happily, wrapping her hands around her matching tights in the bag. "And JJ?" she said, more quietly.
"Yeah?" JJ said breathlessly, waving a visitor into her new office.
"Thanks," she said softly.
"Anytime, Garcie. Call me later and let me know how it goes."
"Okay," Garcia replied brightly. "Buh-bye, Buttercup," she said, hanging up the phone as she held her outfit up in front of her.
Morgan and JJ were right. She couldn't conform to fit the job, but she could wrap the job around an already existing goddess.
Rossi was right; her inner kitten had claws...and she was ready to scratch.