FIC: Mouse Hunt [Criminal Minds; Morgan/Garcia]
Title: Mouse Hunt
Author: WhatBecomesOfYou
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Penelope Garcia
List and Theme #/name: Gamma #28: infra dignitatem (beneath one's dignity)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters from it.
Derek Morgan was many things to many people. Brother, son, friend, co-worker - boyfriend - whatever the label affixed to him, he lived up to it.
He wasn’t sure; however, if crawling around on the floor of Garcia’s kitchen was something that would be considered beneath his dignity. Even if she had asked him to do it in the first place! Even if they were dating! The reward would be great, he was sure, since he had snuck a peek at what was in the pink bag in her bedroom, though the task at hand wasn’t what he had in mind, at all.
Of course, he had asked her if other alternatives would be acceptable, “What do you think of cats? Or maybe mouse traps?” But she only muttered things along the lines of unnecessary cruelty to animals. So, there he was, BAU profiler, big, strong, intimidating - crawling along the floorboards hunting for a mouse. Of all things he could be spending his Saturday night doing.
It was for her sake, though, and being her boyfriend meant doing things like this.
He felt something small and furry in his grasp. “A-ha!” he shouted, raising it into the air. In the light of the kitchen, he got a closer look at it - it wasn’t a mouse. It was a little ball of fur, like something that had fallen off a piece of clothing.
From behind him, he heard a throat clear. “Oh Derek,” she said, revealing a new set of lingerie, “won’t you come to bed with me?”
He shook his head. “Can’t,” he muttered, “I still can’t find it.”
“The mouse will be there in the morning.”
“I thought you wanted me to look for it.”
“I had Reid figure out the most humane mouse poison available.”
“Then why -“
“Shhh,” she said, silencing him with a finger and a seductive little shake, “do not question me.”
“Oh, you know I never would.”
“Good.”
Later that night, as he lay awake and she was sleeping quietly next to him, he could swear he heard scratching within the walls.
Damn mice.
-fini-
Author: WhatBecomesOfYou
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Penelope Garcia
List and Theme #/name: Gamma #28: infra dignitatem (beneath one's dignity)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters from it.
Derek Morgan was many things to many people. Brother, son, friend, co-worker - boyfriend - whatever the label affixed to him, he lived up to it.
He wasn’t sure; however, if crawling around on the floor of Garcia’s kitchen was something that would be considered beneath his dignity. Even if she had asked him to do it in the first place! Even if they were dating! The reward would be great, he was sure, since he had snuck a peek at what was in the pink bag in her bedroom, though the task at hand wasn’t what he had in mind, at all.
Of course, he had asked her if other alternatives would be acceptable, “What do you think of cats? Or maybe mouse traps?” But she only muttered things along the lines of unnecessary cruelty to animals. So, there he was, BAU profiler, big, strong, intimidating - crawling along the floorboards hunting for a mouse. Of all things he could be spending his Saturday night doing.
It was for her sake, though, and being her boyfriend meant doing things like this.
He felt something small and furry in his grasp. “A-ha!” he shouted, raising it into the air. In the light of the kitchen, he got a closer look at it - it wasn’t a mouse. It was a little ball of fur, like something that had fallen off a piece of clothing.
From behind him, he heard a throat clear. “Oh Derek,” she said, revealing a new set of lingerie, “won’t you come to bed with me?”
He shook his head. “Can’t,” he muttered, “I still can’t find it.”
“The mouse will be there in the morning.”
“I thought you wanted me to look for it.”
“I had Reid figure out the most humane mouse poison available.”
“Then why -“
“Shhh,” she said, silencing him with a finger and a seductive little shake, “do not question me.”
“Oh, you know I never would.”
“Good.”
Later that night, as he lay awake and she was sleeping quietly next to him, he could swear he heard scratching within the walls.
Damn mice.
-fini-