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“Oh, no!” - “No, no, nooo!”
Luke turned away from the case board to look at a frantic Garcia, spiralling out of control.
“You cannot do this to me 5 minutes before the briefing. At that sacred time that is ‘presenting the profile’.” She whined, sitting at the desk.
“Technical issues?” Alvez asked, moving closer to her. Not that he could do much with a computer glitch, certainly not if PG was stumped.
She looked up at him. “Different kinds of engineering at work, here.” She huffed.
He glanced at his watch. “It’s about 7-9 minutes before everyone comes in, maybe we have time to call someone from engineering/Tech Support?”
“Newbie- I said: different type of engineering.” She then momentarily forgot about her pressing matter to defend her IT honour. “And the day I need to call Tech Support, please, just take me to an Apple ‘Genius’ bar and abandon me amongst the Tech failures, as I would rightly deserve!”
He chuckled. “Mk, what is the problem, then?”
“Matilda has chosen this exact moment to have one of her tantrums and decide to come undone-” Pen stated, pointing at her decolletage.
A quick, unintentional lick of his lips, his gaze fell onto the place he always avoided (*or tried his best to*) in order to maintain his composure.
Her exposed collarbone.
Or rather, that was the line (in itself problematic enough) at which he would have to stop.
*No lower*
All in the pursuit to prevent embarrassing consequences whilst at work. It didn't always work out for him. He was well aware of that. And even if he weren’t, Tara’s jibes served as stark reminders of the fact.
Unaware of his turmoil, Pen continued with her explanation.
“I knew it was a risk to bring her along, but I can’t bear to have her retire.”
“.-.” A look of total confusion on Luke’s face prompted her to continue.
“Have you ever had a favorite piece of clothing that you just L O V E- and keep it way past its usefulness?”
“My army tees- full of holes, discoloured, but still on rotation to wear around the house.”
“You understand then, why I can’t give her up. She is my longest serving bra. The one that has treasured, supported, perfectly shaped (!)the Ladies for so many years.”
“Yeah, I can see that!” The lustful comment slipped out before he could catch himself. He then quickly tried to change the subject. “Your bra’s name is Matilda?” Luke asked bemused.
“Are you one of those name-ist?”
“Name-ist?” He repeated giggling. Someone should start writing down all those terms she used. Words she tweaked to fit whatever she wanted to express. A new dictionary, a whole new language should be recognised, named after the Tech Goddess. A new Monarch should reign supreme. Out with the obsolete description: (UK) Queen’s English. It should be renamed ‘The Black Queen’s English’. He mused to himself, before reverting his full attention on Garcia (his gaze falling back to the danger zone!). Her hands, still waving and pointing at her cleavage.
‘Mppphhh, Fuck!’ He growled internally.
“Yes, name-ist, cos cars can get names, but not bras?” She asked, again forgetting about the pressing matter at hand and the clock running down.
“No, anything can be given a name. Cars, since guys primarily do that, have girls' names- you know, because they are treasured like a girlfriend or a wife. I just thought you’d give your bra a boy’s name. You know- because- you know- it would make sense (!?!).” Luke clarified, full on flustered, by the end of his sentence.
“Boys wouldn’t know the first thing about cherishing and supporting the Ladies-” Garcia stated, pausing for effect. Infusing a tinge of that flirtatious tone he loved so much in her next sentence. “-that is- not until they are suitably trained. Whereas women- mmmhhh-” Another, very deliberate, pause. She had Luke’s full undivided attention, his breath held. Probably his heart too, PG surmised. Not that, the lack of blood to that (usually indispensable) muscle would have a detrimental effect on him right then. She could take a very educated guess as to where his blood was pooling at that precise moment anyhow.
Men and their not so secret fantasies.
It was almost too easy! Though equally too pleasurable to pass up. The hunger in his eyes alone, was doing things to her core. “Women were born to treat these puppies right!” She laughed when he almost lost his balance at seeing her grab hold of her breasts, squeezing them together sensually.
Was she about to stumble into dangerous territory?
She couldn’t hear any warning sirens blaring off.
All that was playing in the background was music she couldn’t quite place. Its tune, in rhythm with her pulsating quim. It made her feel sexy, playful, downright bold! And she liked it!!!
Her phone’s alarm went off.
“Shoot!” She was finally reminded of where they were. ‘The pressing matter’ she had to deal with, before she’d become the main entertainment during the impending meeting.
Thank goodness for her 5 minutes pre-briefing alert.
Giving herself time for one last look over at all the necessary material, especially when, like that day, they were guests in an out of state LEOs station.
“Newbie, can you please keep an eye out whilst I deal with Matilda?”
A reflexive “Sure-” was his instant reply. Luke's default, whenever Penelope asked for anything.
“I meant- at the door, Newbie!” She giggled. Garcia had been aware she had affected him with her speech, not to mention her little performance.
Granted, not necessarily HR guidelines’ friendly. But she so seldom had the opportunity to see his candid reaction to her risqué jibes landing ‘live’. It had been hard to resist.
She would usually have to wait for Tara to make some mocking comment about how Luke had been affected by their interactions once they were back home. Celebrating post cases either at O’Keefe’s, at Rossi or in the bullpen.
Penelope often wondered whether the Doc was exaggerating for effect and to maximise the humorous humiliation of her Lil Bro.
She was overly pleased to discover that, if anything, Lewis might have actually downplayed Alvez’s reactions.
That might have sounded like a boastful statement, were it not for the scene unfolding in front of her own eyes.
Alvez slowly backed up, until he reached the door frame. His gaze still transfixed by her boobs.
“Door closed, please.” She had to spell out the obvious.
“Yes- sure-”
“Seriously?” Garcia asked in a laugh when she heard the latch fasten. “You are meant to be on the other side of the door, Newbie! Looking out for people approaching, stopping them.” She squeezed her breasts together seductively a few more times, as a reminder of what was about to happen.
(Though, also as an extra treat to Newbie. And herself. She was enjoying watching him hit new highs on the flustered scale.)
“What? Yeah, no, yeah, ummm- yes, absolutely-” He fumbled, trying to open the door.
With each hypnotizing new squeeze of her sublime boobs, he mumbled a guttural “Fuuuck!”
Blindly feeling for the handle, stepping and turning on the spot. Completely lost in Garcia’s ‘performance’.
Somehow managing to hit his forehead with the edge of the door, whilst scrambling to follow her directive. “Shit!” Luke complained. Pissed at his inability to gather himself. To think straight.
When had ‘opening a door’ become such an insurmountable task for him?
Probably once his Chica started teasing him. By doing- fuck!- he shouldn’t even think about what she was doing. Otherwise he would never be able to muster another cogent thought. Ever again!
When he finally succeeded in stepping out of the room, Alvez stood in the middle of the corridor, facing her.
His breathing labored. His gaze locked on her chest. Sweat, trickling down his flushed skin.
“People are not coming from down here-” Garcia pointed at her cleavage, adding another wee squeeze just for him. Fully aware she had not just crossed past the ‘safe line’. She had catapulted herself over it. Though, she had done so willingly (and somewhat hopeful he would follow). That was the reason why she had decided she might as well finish what she had started. She went full on temptress. Her voice dripped of sinful desire. “- Lu-ke.” She whispered his name in a strangled moan, whilst manhandling her breasts. Her fingertips coerced her nipples to pop up and shine through her dress.
That seemed to jolt him half out of his trance. “Fuuuck!” He stated loudly. “She devil!” He proclaimed, slamming the door shut. Grabbing a random folder from a nearby desk in the corridor. Working very hard to lose, or at least cover, his erection.
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A while later
The briefing concluded, the various LEOs left the room.
It was time for Prentiss to assign her Team their respective tasks.
Due to the late hour, it was agreed they would reconvene at the hotel’s restaurant later that evening and compare notes over dinner.
“By the way, Garcia-” Alvez said, turning back at the door before leaving for his assignment with Matt. He waited for her to look up.
Busy updating the digital files, she had been caught off guard. However, ever the professional whilst in ‘work mode’, even if Newbie was the one asking “Yeah?”, she posed. Pen in hand, ready to take note of whatever he may require.
“I’ll be very happy to help you put Matilda to bed tonight. Take over for her, to ensure everything is supported and taken good care of - after.” He winked.
The shocked expression on her face had him erupt in a roaring laughter. Luke then swiftly walked away to avoid a telling off.
That killer look she had given him!
He was hoping, nay praying, Garcia would make him pay for his brazenness later that night. The two of them alone. In either of their assigned bedrooms.
Everyone left in the briefing room turned to PG with questioning looks.
A horrified Garcia turned towards her best friend, when JJ let out an exclamation of recognition: “Ooohhh!” Soon followed by: “Isn’t Matilda your-”
Pen’s hand that had moved to cover her mouth, muffled the rest of Jareau’s question.
“Come on- share with the class, PG!” Goaded Tara.
“A bag of Cheetos on your desk, for a month.” Garcia whispered in her bestie’s ear.
PG pulled back to face her, those striking blues boring down at the TA. “Jumbo size bags, two months.” The petite blonde countered.
“Deal.”
“Garcia???” Egged on their Boss.
“Matilda is ummm- my- ummm-”
Time to earn the orange dust coating for her fingers. “Matilda is Garcia’s laptop.” JJ stated confidently.
“Suuure it is!” Scoffed Lewis in disbelief, smelling the blatant lie a mile away. “Why would Alvez need to help her put it to sleep, then?”
“Cos by the time we’re going to be done with the de-brief tonight, it’s going to be late. PG will be tired.” JJ took a moment to stare down her colleagues. “We all know Alvez can’t stand to see her suffer. Ever the faithful Knight, born to serve his Ice Queen, he’ll obviously help carry all her equipment back to her room. After all, Garcia is only able to relax once her hardware is put safely to sleep.” JJ clarified. Her assured tone, denoting this would be the end of the explanation. Even if there were lingering doubts.
Jareau nodded at Prentiss to ensure the matter would be put to rest.
“There you have it!” Em stated in acceptance of the explanation on behalf of the Team (for the time being, of course there would be follow up questions post work hours). When no one moved. The Boss continued. “You all have things to do, an unsub to catch.” She directed her Team. Heads were shaking. Everyone was giggling. Though, no one dared ignore their Boss. They all, obediently, filed out of the room.
Emily was the last to leave. “Just do me a favour PG- make sure you set the volume to ‘mute’, when Alvez helps you ‘take care’ of your ‘equipment’.”
“Emily. Elizabeth. Prentiss!” PG gasped at the Boss Lady’s, not so subtle, inference. Throwing one of her glittery pencils at Em, walking away in a smirk.
Darn it all!
Why couldn’t they be just normal colleagues?
Perhaps one of those teams where everyone mostly ignored the other unless on duty?
Why did they have to be so close and familiar with each other?
She shook her head. Time to get back to work.
Almost…
PG grabbed her phone.
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👸of🧊: do u know that quote abt money n mouth?
Newbie&🖤🐶🖤: yeah!?!
👸of🧊: well, yr money better b buying JUMBO sized bags of Cheetos, daily, for the next 2 mths-
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Before Luke could type his reply, another notification pinged on his phone.
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👸of🧊: 😤don’t ask, just do!
Newbie&🖤🐶🖤: mk- and my mouth???
👸of🧊: it and those lips, that irreverent tongue…better b where Matilda was
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Alvez’s sudden loud laughter, reacting to her last text, caused Matt to swerve.
“What happened?” Simmons asked, startled by his friend.
Luke just looked at him, a smile wider than his face. Head shaking no, in slight disbelief. His whole demeanour though, betraying a whole different emotion. An anticipation and glee in his eyes, Simmons had not seen for quite a while.
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👸of🧊: ❓
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Alvez could feel his Chica’s impatience exude from that one character.
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Newbie&🖤🐶🖤: my mouth (+ anything else u require) ready, eager to learn n forever b at yr disposal, My Queen!🧎♂️
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Garcia re-read his last message a few times with a satisfied smile. The implied ‘long term commitment’ from a very willing Alvez, was a definite plus.
She wasn’t sure she had much to teach the SSA, however, she was looking forward to assessing his current skill level and repertoire. She could then leisurely tweak it to her liking over time.