You're Gonna Get It, 2/? (Criminal Minds, Morgan/Garcia, NC-17)
Title: You're Gonna Get It, 2/?
Author: almond423
Rating: PG at first, eventual NC-17
Fandom: Criminal Minds, episode 3.20 Lo-Fi
Pairing: Morgan/Garcia
Summary: Morgan catches Garcia with a forbidden photo...
Length: 1917 words, so far
Warnings: spanking
Disclaimer: Written purely for fun; no profit or harm intended.
A/N: So rivestra gave me comment fic, and tho she didn't ask for anything in return, I'm giving it a whirl...
Chapter 1 here
Garcia grabbed Morgan’s arms, holding him in front of her as Lisa finally succeeded in closing all the picture windows, including the main culprit.
“It’s not what you think - ok it is, but - Derek, just calm down, sugar.” Garcia babbled at him.
Feeling like she had done all she could to help defuse the situation, Lisa stood up.
“Um, I think that I’ll go check with my superiors and see if there’s anything they need worked on right now. I’ll call when I’m on my way back, Agent Garcia.”
Garcia gave Lisa a wide-eyed look as Morgan answered for her.
“I think that would be best, Officer Bartleby.” His gaze never wavered from Garcia’s stricken face, the tone of his voice letting her know that she was in much deeper trouble than she could have imagined.
Lisa crossed the room to the door; turning her head back and mouthing I’m sorry to Garcia as she left.
Garcia ran her hands up Morgan’s arms toward his shoulders, moving forward to hug him as she started to explain.
“Now, Hot Stuff, you’re over-reacting,” Garcia began, “it was just…”
Morgan’s hands shot up and grabbed her wrists, jerking them down between them as he took a step backwards. Truly, Morgan was a little hurt. He knew he had a player rep, something that he did not discourage as it left him free of entanglements. He knew that his looks were a big part of his appeal to women, and sometimes he felt like he was just a piece of meat in their eyes. For the most part it didn’t bother him as he was glad to avoid the issues of emotional involvement, but… he never thought that his Baby Girl would be like that, and to him that picture only illustrated it, no pun intended.
“Over-reacting? I don’t think so, Garcia.” Morgan let go of her hands. “The other pictures, I could understand… I mean, I’m flattered, and…“ Morgan shook his head and took a deep breath, “but that…”
“But, but Angel, it was nothing, I just - “, Garcia stammered out.
A vibrating buzz came from his pocket. Morgan released Garcia’s wrists and yanked the phone out as she stumbled back into her chair.
“Morgan.” He barked. “Be right there.”
Morgan shut the phone and looked at Garcia.
“Rossi wants an analysis of the last shooting and a loop of the tape sent to them. I know that you want to talk about this, but right now Baby Girl, I’ve got to get back to the Field Office.” Morgan’s face remained unsmiling. He leaned into her, grabbing the arms of the chair as he put his face in front of hers, so close their lips almost touched. “Just know this. You’re gonna get it.”
Morgan let go of the chair and exited the office, leaving Garcia speechless in her chair.
~*~
Lisa found Garcia still in her chair a few minutes later, staring at the doorway.
“Agent Garcia? Are you ok?” she asked quietly. “I apologize if I got us in trouble with Agent Morgan.”
Garcia shook her head as if in answer, and then took a deep breath.
“It’s not your fault, Lisa.” Garcia sighed. She rolled her chair back under the desk and brought the cameras back on the screen. “Let’s get this analysis done for Agent Rossi.”
They worked quietly and quickly, sending off the loop to the Field Office. Garcia’s mind was in a whirl. What had just happened? OK, yeah, Morgan had told her not to Photoshop him, but they had been flirting in their usual manner so she didn’t think his reaction was warranted. There had to be something deeper going on, she just had no clue as to what it was. And what was with the Voice of Impending Doom when he left?
~*~
Time passed. Morgan and Garcia acted as if nothing was wrong, behaving in a purely professional manner. Until Morgan was in the ambulance driving like a bat out of hell, of course. For a few minutes, the caring was back in his voice as he spoke to Garcia on the phone. He could hear the worry in her voice, could feel the love she always had for him. And he gave it back to her.
Morgan found himself thinking of Penelope as he drove back to Quantico with Hotch. Thinking about how he had felt during those moments his life was on the line, and how his anger and disappointment had melted away, leaving only the realization of how deep his need for her really was. How deep his love. And that maybe he HAD over-reacted to the picture…
But now his Baby girl was the hurt one, the one who’d thrown the walls up.
Author: almond423
Rating: PG at first, eventual NC-17
Fandom: Criminal Minds, episode 3.20 Lo-Fi
Pairing: Morgan/Garcia
Summary: Morgan catches Garcia with a forbidden photo...
Length: 1917 words, so far
Warnings: spanking
Disclaimer: Written purely for fun; no profit or harm intended.
A/N: So rivestra gave me comment fic, and tho she didn't ask for anything in return, I'm giving it a whirl...
Chapter 1 here
Garcia grabbed Morgan’s arms, holding him in front of her as Lisa finally succeeded in closing all the picture windows, including the main culprit.
“It’s not what you think - ok it is, but - Derek, just calm down, sugar.” Garcia babbled at him.
Feeling like she had done all she could to help defuse the situation, Lisa stood up.
“Um, I think that I’ll go check with my superiors and see if there’s anything they need worked on right now. I’ll call when I’m on my way back, Agent Garcia.”
Garcia gave Lisa a wide-eyed look as Morgan answered for her.
“I think that would be best, Officer Bartleby.” His gaze never wavered from Garcia’s stricken face, the tone of his voice letting her know that she was in much deeper trouble than she could have imagined.
Lisa crossed the room to the door; turning her head back and mouthing I’m sorry to Garcia as she left.
Garcia ran her hands up Morgan’s arms toward his shoulders, moving forward to hug him as she started to explain.
“Now, Hot Stuff, you’re over-reacting,” Garcia began, “it was just…”
Morgan’s hands shot up and grabbed her wrists, jerking them down between them as he took a step backwards. Truly, Morgan was a little hurt. He knew he had a player rep, something that he did not discourage as it left him free of entanglements. He knew that his looks were a big part of his appeal to women, and sometimes he felt like he was just a piece of meat in their eyes. For the most part it didn’t bother him as he was glad to avoid the issues of emotional involvement, but… he never thought that his Baby Girl would be like that, and to him that picture only illustrated it, no pun intended.
“Over-reacting? I don’t think so, Garcia.” Morgan let go of her hands. “The other pictures, I could understand… I mean, I’m flattered, and…“ Morgan shook his head and took a deep breath, “but that…”
“But, but Angel, it was nothing, I just - “, Garcia stammered out.
A vibrating buzz came from his pocket. Morgan released Garcia’s wrists and yanked the phone out as she stumbled back into her chair.
“Morgan.” He barked. “Be right there.”
Morgan shut the phone and looked at Garcia.
“Rossi wants an analysis of the last shooting and a loop of the tape sent to them. I know that you want to talk about this, but right now Baby Girl, I’ve got to get back to the Field Office.” Morgan’s face remained unsmiling. He leaned into her, grabbing the arms of the chair as he put his face in front of hers, so close their lips almost touched. “Just know this. You’re gonna get it.”
Morgan let go of the chair and exited the office, leaving Garcia speechless in her chair.
~*~
Lisa found Garcia still in her chair a few minutes later, staring at the doorway.
“Agent Garcia? Are you ok?” she asked quietly. “I apologize if I got us in trouble with Agent Morgan.”
Garcia shook her head as if in answer, and then took a deep breath.
“It’s not your fault, Lisa.” Garcia sighed. She rolled her chair back under the desk and brought the cameras back on the screen. “Let’s get this analysis done for Agent Rossi.”
They worked quietly and quickly, sending off the loop to the Field Office. Garcia’s mind was in a whirl. What had just happened? OK, yeah, Morgan had told her not to Photoshop him, but they had been flirting in their usual manner so she didn’t think his reaction was warranted. There had to be something deeper going on, she just had no clue as to what it was. And what was with the Voice of Impending Doom when he left?
~*~
Time passed. Morgan and Garcia acted as if nothing was wrong, behaving in a purely professional manner. Until Morgan was in the ambulance driving like a bat out of hell, of course. For a few minutes, the caring was back in his voice as he spoke to Garcia on the phone. He could hear the worry in her voice, could feel the love she always had for him. And he gave it back to her.
Morgan found himself thinking of Penelope as he drove back to Quantico with Hotch. Thinking about how he had felt during those moments his life was on the line, and how his anger and disappointment had melted away, leaving only the realization of how deep his need for her really was. How deep his love. And that maybe he HAD over-reacted to the picture…
But now his Baby girl was the hurt one, the one who’d thrown the walls up.