Well connected [fic]
Title: Well connected
Author: shadowbyrd
Rating: PG
Pairing: Toshiko Sato/Penelope Garcia friendship fic. Lots of hinty-hints and general UST with everyone else.
Word Count: 1372
Summary: Hotch and co are having difficulty profiling an unsub. As it turns out, Penelope Garcia knows a girl who knows a guy...
A/N: Crossover with Criminal Minds (spoilers for the third series). Written for laligin. Beta'd by her. all remaining mistakes are mine.
They were three days into the case, and were getting nowhere. Each profile that they had begun to assemble had come apart with each new clue.
Morgan, who had been flipping through the case notes, sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know we always say anything is possible, but this guy? It just doesn’t make sense.”
JJ snorted. “Do they ever?” She dropped into the seat next to Emily “What’s so weird about this one?”
“So far the Unsub’s behaviour includes several patterns from several different profiles.” Reid explained “Anything’s possible, but a range of behaviours this diverse in a single person is almost completely improbable.”
“Psychologically, we should really be looking at a partnership or some kind of group.” Emily went on “Yet the physical evidence we’ve been presented with gives every indication of an individual, acting alone.”
“As Morgan said,” said Rossi, glancing up from his notebook. “Makes no sense.”
The door swung open and Hotch entered, closing the door quickly and quietly behind him.
“Anything?” asked Rossi.
Hotch didn’t answer. He leant over the table and went for the phone, punching in a number.
“Gatekeeper of knowledge and wisdom. Speak, o fortunate one.” Garcia drawled from the speaker.
“Garcia, I need you to open communications with your contact in Torchwood.”
Rossi did a double take, dropping the crime scene photos into Reid’s lap as he passed. “She knows someone at Torchwood?”
Garcia was similarly taken aback. “Ho - What do you need to talk to her for?”
“Not her, her superior.” said Hotch “Tell me we’ve got a case that may be of interest to him.”
Toshiko was not having a good day. She’d hit a kink in the translation programme and so far nothing she had done could sort it out. She was about to take a break and get some coffee when a small link in the bottom right hand corner starting flashing at her.
Frowning, she clicked the link and a new window opened in front of her, revealing a video link of a bespectacled round faced blonde in a blindingly bright cardigan. She grinned. “Konichiwa, Toshiko, the bright and kawaii!”
Toshiko beamed “Penelope! How are you?”
“Great, great. Not a social call, unfortunately; my boss man wants to have a pow-wow with your boss man.”
“Sure thing.” Tosh pushed back from her desk, leaning as far back in her chair as she could without tipping over and hollered “Jack! You’re wanted!”
“Aren’t I always?” asked Jack, dripping charm. He leant over her shoulder and saluted. “Captain Jack Harkness - and who are you?” he asked, leaning closer to the screen, nudging Toshiko aside.
Garcia blushed. “Garcia. Penelope. It’s my boss who wants to talk to you.” She tapped at her keyboard. “Just patching you through to them now.”
The laptop screen flickered into life a moment later, and the team were confronted with a pretty Japanese woman, with a dark-haired, attractive man leaning over her, smirking into the webcam.
“Nice to meet you all the same, Penelope Garcia.” he was saying.
The woman next to him rolled her eyes. “Jack. There’s a time and a place.”
“Are you kiddin’? That’s half of my job whenever Derek Morgan’s on the case.” said Garcia from the phone. Morgan cleared his throat and straightened as Emily and Reid exchanged smirks either side of him.
On the screen the woman ducked her head, snickering. “I’ve seen photos of him, Jack.” she said, casting her superior a sly look “You’ve got competition.”
“That’s the way I like it.” he said, slinging a companionable arm around her shoulders and grinning at the screen.
Garcia laughed “Okay, you should be receiving them…now.”
Hotch and Rossi both leant toward the screen, Rossi addressing them. “This is Supervisory Special Agent -”
“Dave Rossi, right?” said the man, squinting. “And, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, with the Behavioural Analysis Unti attached to the FBI, right?.” The man smiled. “Nice to see you again.”
At his tone JJ straightened in her chair and Morgan’s eyebrows shot up.
The woman nudged him in the ribs and smile became more professional. “Captain Jack Harkness, and my beautiful, buxom techie, Toshiko Sato.”
The woman coloured and raised a hand in an awkward wave. Jack withdrew his arm and stood with his hands on his hips. “Now, what can we do for you, Agents?”
“We need you to fly a member of your team in to Atlanta, Georgia.” said Hotch “I want to confirm that this isn’t more your line of work.”
Jack nodded. “Right. I’ll come to you directly, until I get there have Penelope send Toshiko the details so she can go over them do - whatever it is you do.” he said to Tosh.
“I’m on it!” Garcia chirped over the speakerphone. Toshiko gave the screen a thumbs up, frowning when she realised Jack had disappeared from behind her.
“Jack, what you - oh no, don’t use that! Owen got electrocuted just trying to go to the chippie!” she rolled her eyes again and gestured to the screen to wait a moment, before getting out of her chair. The rest of the team now gathered around the screen. Over the phone Garcia giggled. “Oh, dear.”
Away off screen they could hear Toshiko speaking urgently in an unintelligible babble. They were only able to pick out a few rather disparaging comments about his “ability to fly the damned thing”.
Reid coughed. “Is anyone else starting to worry a little?”
Toshiko reappeared a moment later, seating herself quickly and hammering at her keyboard. “I’m sending you the co-ordinates!” she called. Glancing up at the screen she shook her head. “Watch out at your end - incoming.”
“Incoming what?” began JJ.
There was a soft pop behind her and she turned around just in time to see the man from the screen standing on the wall. For a second he was quite happily defying gravity, then he dropped to the ground in a pile of coat and paperwork.
“Sounds like he’s made it.” Toshiko observed. “If he’s managed to impale himself on anything, just leave him to it, he’ll be fine.”
“Oh, thanks!” Jack snapped, already on his feet and pushing past Hotch to speak into the webcam. “Have you got the files?”
“Just downloading them onto our system now.” she informed him. “Stab yourself on anything?”
“Nope. Quite a good landing, actually.” he said brightly. “Get started on your search, call me if and when.”
She nodded. “Will do. Try not to scare the locals.” Her picture faded from the screen.
“Me too. Yell if you need anything.” said Garcia before hanging up.
The second the connection was severed Garcia laughed, long and loud. “I cannot believe - God I wish the FBI had...what do you call them?” she asked the webcam.
“Transmats.” said Toshiko, eyes on her keyboard. “And believe me - you really don’t want them. Signal gets scrambled you end up in at least two places.”
“Yikes! And here was me thinking you liked your boss.”
“I do. Much as I want to shoot him between the eyes every now and then. But, being split in half’s not much of a problem. Not for Jack.”
Garcia’s smile froze. “What does that mean?”
Toshiko gave her a crooked smile “I could tell you, but then I’d have to drug you.”
Garcia whistled. “Sugar, you want a date all you have to do is ask nicely.”
Toshiko chuckled. “Wouldn’t mind asking one of your team.”
“Yeah?” Garcia waggled her eyebrows. “Now who would that be? The coltish Dr Reid? I’m sure a pretty thing like you could talk Emily the strange and great around.”
“I don’t know. I really see the appeal as far as Derek Morgan’s concerned. Chest or arse?”
Garcia let out a burst of laughter. “Both! And his arms too.”
“Don’t forget the sunglasses. Love the sunglasses.” There was a garbled noise off screen and Toshiko looked away to side. “I’d better go, I think Myfanwy wants to come in.”
“Oh yeah, you mentioned you guys had a pet. What is it, a dog?”
Toshiko bit her tongue. “…yeah. Greyhound. Very temperamental. And, while I remember, you might want to warn Hotch. Jack has a thing for suits.”
Author: shadowbyrd
Rating: PG
Pairing: Toshiko Sato/Penelope Garcia friendship fic. Lots of hinty-hints and general UST with everyone else.
Word Count: 1372
Summary: Hotch and co are having difficulty profiling an unsub. As it turns out, Penelope Garcia knows a girl who knows a guy...
A/N: Crossover with Criminal Minds (spoilers for the third series). Written for laligin. Beta'd by her. all remaining mistakes are mine.
They were three days into the case, and were getting nowhere. Each profile that they had begun to assemble had come apart with each new clue.
Morgan, who had been flipping through the case notes, sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know we always say anything is possible, but this guy? It just doesn’t make sense.”
JJ snorted. “Do they ever?” She dropped into the seat next to Emily “What’s so weird about this one?”
“So far the Unsub’s behaviour includes several patterns from several different profiles.” Reid explained “Anything’s possible, but a range of behaviours this diverse in a single person is almost completely improbable.”
“Psychologically, we should really be looking at a partnership or some kind of group.” Emily went on “Yet the physical evidence we’ve been presented with gives every indication of an individual, acting alone.”
“As Morgan said,” said Rossi, glancing up from his notebook. “Makes no sense.”
The door swung open and Hotch entered, closing the door quickly and quietly behind him.
“Anything?” asked Rossi.
Hotch didn’t answer. He leant over the table and went for the phone, punching in a number.
“Gatekeeper of knowledge and wisdom. Speak, o fortunate one.” Garcia drawled from the speaker.
“Garcia, I need you to open communications with your contact in Torchwood.”
Rossi did a double take, dropping the crime scene photos into Reid’s lap as he passed. “She knows someone at Torchwood?”
Garcia was similarly taken aback. “Ho - What do you need to talk to her for?”
“Not her, her superior.” said Hotch “Tell me we’ve got a case that may be of interest to him.”
Toshiko was not having a good day. She’d hit a kink in the translation programme and so far nothing she had done could sort it out. She was about to take a break and get some coffee when a small link in the bottom right hand corner starting flashing at her.
Frowning, she clicked the link and a new window opened in front of her, revealing a video link of a bespectacled round faced blonde in a blindingly bright cardigan. She grinned. “Konichiwa, Toshiko, the bright and kawaii!”
Toshiko beamed “Penelope! How are you?”
“Great, great. Not a social call, unfortunately; my boss man wants to have a pow-wow with your boss man.”
“Sure thing.” Tosh pushed back from her desk, leaning as far back in her chair as she could without tipping over and hollered “Jack! You’re wanted!”
“Aren’t I always?” asked Jack, dripping charm. He leant over her shoulder and saluted. “Captain Jack Harkness - and who are you?” he asked, leaning closer to the screen, nudging Toshiko aside.
Garcia blushed. “Garcia. Penelope. It’s my boss who wants to talk to you.” She tapped at her keyboard. “Just patching you through to them now.”
The laptop screen flickered into life a moment later, and the team were confronted with a pretty Japanese woman, with a dark-haired, attractive man leaning over her, smirking into the webcam.
“Nice to meet you all the same, Penelope Garcia.” he was saying.
The woman next to him rolled her eyes. “Jack. There’s a time and a place.”
“Are you kiddin’? That’s half of my job whenever Derek Morgan’s on the case.” said Garcia from the phone. Morgan cleared his throat and straightened as Emily and Reid exchanged smirks either side of him.
On the screen the woman ducked her head, snickering. “I’ve seen photos of him, Jack.” she said, casting her superior a sly look “You’ve got competition.”
“That’s the way I like it.” he said, slinging a companionable arm around her shoulders and grinning at the screen.
Garcia laughed “Okay, you should be receiving them…now.”
Hotch and Rossi both leant toward the screen, Rossi addressing them. “This is Supervisory Special Agent -”
“Dave Rossi, right?” said the man, squinting. “And, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, with the Behavioural Analysis Unti attached to the FBI, right?.” The man smiled. “Nice to see you again.”
At his tone JJ straightened in her chair and Morgan’s eyebrows shot up.
The woman nudged him in the ribs and smile became more professional. “Captain Jack Harkness, and my beautiful, buxom techie, Toshiko Sato.”
The woman coloured and raised a hand in an awkward wave. Jack withdrew his arm and stood with his hands on his hips. “Now, what can we do for you, Agents?”
“We need you to fly a member of your team in to Atlanta, Georgia.” said Hotch “I want to confirm that this isn’t more your line of work.”
Jack nodded. “Right. I’ll come to you directly, until I get there have Penelope send Toshiko the details so she can go over them do - whatever it is you do.” he said to Tosh.
“I’m on it!” Garcia chirped over the speakerphone. Toshiko gave the screen a thumbs up, frowning when she realised Jack had disappeared from behind her.
“Jack, what you - oh no, don’t use that! Owen got electrocuted just trying to go to the chippie!” she rolled her eyes again and gestured to the screen to wait a moment, before getting out of her chair. The rest of the team now gathered around the screen. Over the phone Garcia giggled. “Oh, dear.”
Away off screen they could hear Toshiko speaking urgently in an unintelligible babble. They were only able to pick out a few rather disparaging comments about his “ability to fly the damned thing”.
Reid coughed. “Is anyone else starting to worry a little?”
Toshiko reappeared a moment later, seating herself quickly and hammering at her keyboard. “I’m sending you the co-ordinates!” she called. Glancing up at the screen she shook her head. “Watch out at your end - incoming.”
“Incoming what?” began JJ.
There was a soft pop behind her and she turned around just in time to see the man from the screen standing on the wall. For a second he was quite happily defying gravity, then he dropped to the ground in a pile of coat and paperwork.
“Sounds like he’s made it.” Toshiko observed. “If he’s managed to impale himself on anything, just leave him to it, he’ll be fine.”
“Oh, thanks!” Jack snapped, already on his feet and pushing past Hotch to speak into the webcam. “Have you got the files?”
“Just downloading them onto our system now.” she informed him. “Stab yourself on anything?”
“Nope. Quite a good landing, actually.” he said brightly. “Get started on your search, call me if and when.”
She nodded. “Will do. Try not to scare the locals.” Her picture faded from the screen.
“Me too. Yell if you need anything.” said Garcia before hanging up.
The second the connection was severed Garcia laughed, long and loud. “I cannot believe - God I wish the FBI had...what do you call them?” she asked the webcam.
“Transmats.” said Toshiko, eyes on her keyboard. “And believe me - you really don’t want them. Signal gets scrambled you end up in at least two places.”
“Yikes! And here was me thinking you liked your boss.”
“I do. Much as I want to shoot him between the eyes every now and then. But, being split in half’s not much of a problem. Not for Jack.”
Garcia’s smile froze. “What does that mean?”
Toshiko gave her a crooked smile “I could tell you, but then I’d have to drug you.”
Garcia whistled. “Sugar, you want a date all you have to do is ask nicely.”
Toshiko chuckled. “Wouldn’t mind asking one of your team.”
“Yeah?” Garcia waggled her eyebrows. “Now who would that be? The coltish Dr Reid? I’m sure a pretty thing like you could talk Emily the strange and great around.”
“I don’t know. I really see the appeal as far as Derek Morgan’s concerned. Chest or arse?”
Garcia let out a burst of laughter. “Both! And his arms too.”
“Don’t forget the sunglasses. Love the sunglasses.” There was a garbled noise off screen and Toshiko looked away to side. “I’d better go, I think Myfanwy wants to come in.”
“Oh yeah, you mentioned you guys had a pet. What is it, a dog?”
Toshiko bit her tongue. “…yeah. Greyhound. Very temperamental. And, while I remember, you might want to warn Hotch. Jack has a thing for suits.”