New Criminal Minds fic
Title: The French Connection
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Morgan, Garcia, Cassie Atkins (from Empty Planet)
Prompt: #58 Dinner
Word Count: 584
Rating: FRK
Summary: Cassie has ideas about dinner.
Disclaimer: My lack of a mind is criminal, but I don’t own Criminal Minds.
Author's Notes: See Assertion
“Maison de Derek Morgan. Son parler de déesse. Est-ce que je peux vous aider ?”
Cassandra Atkins pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it questionly. Putting it back, she could hear Derek’s distinct laugh in the background and realized that she had gotten the right number, “Is this Derek Morgan’s place?”
“That’s what I just said, honey,” the woman on the other end of the line responded with a laugh.
Cassie laughed, “Yeah, it is. Just didn’t expect to hear it in French. Is Morgan there?”
“His hands are a little full right now, but let me see if I can get him. Who’s calling, please?”
“Um… It’s Cassandra… Cassie Atkins from Seattle.”
“Oh, the bomb tech girl. Thank you,” there was a sincerity to her voice that made Cassie listen a little closer. “My big, brave, idiot superhero told me what you did with the bomb in Dr. Brazier’s car. I appreciate you getting him home in one piece.”
Cassie was at a loss as to what to say. She didn’t think that Morgan was married or involved, but this woman definitely seemed involved. Finally, she spoke, “You’re welcome. I… ah… was just happy it turned out the way it did.”
“We all are. I’ll get him for you. One minute. Gorgeous, one of your,” the rest of whatever the woman was going to say was lost as her voice faded.
After a few moments, she could hear Morgan’s deep, rich voice near the phone, “ing the sauce, Momma. J.J. will be pissed if the sauce is burnt… Cassie? To what do I owe the honor?”
“Morgan, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”
“Not quite yet. Reid and JJ are heading over for dinner, so you saved me from making the entire dinner.”
“Hey, I heard that. I made desert,” the woman’s voice echoed.
“Picking up a few pints of Cherry Garcia do not equal making desert, sweetness,” Morgan’s voice was turned from the phone and held a teasing note. Whatever her response was inaudible to Cassie, but Morgan laughed that lovely laugh, “You’re right, Peaches. So, Cass, what’s up?”
This was suddenly seeming like a bad idea, but she didn’t back down, “Well, I’m here taking a couple of refresher courses and I thought maybe we could get together for dinner or drinks or something?”
“That would be great. How long are you going to be here?”
Cassie gave him the information about her stay in Virginia and listened to him again consulting with the mystery woman for a moment. She couldn’t help smiling. A man involved with another woman wouldn’t make a date in front of that woman and ask her advice. Right?
Finally, he turned back to the phone, “Well, Garcia thinks that we owe you a really nice dinner, so how about meeting us at a new French restaurant here in town?”
“That sounds wonderful,” Cassie tried not to think about the ‘we’ and ‘us’ in his previous statement as he gave her directions to the restaurant. For a profiler, he really was dense when it came to his own emotions.
Before Cassie could hang up, the woman, who she now realized was Garcia, came back, “Cassie… Je suis désolé que votre dîner ne aille pas s'avérer la manière que vous avez voulue."
“Me, too,” she hated the fact that she really liked this woman, “but I’m looking forward to meeting you. I think you are the better profiler than Morgan.”
“Non, je suis une femme.”
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Morgan, Garcia, Cassie Atkins (from Empty Planet)
Prompt: #58 Dinner
Word Count: 584
Rating: FRK
Summary: Cassie has ideas about dinner.
Disclaimer: My lack of a mind is criminal, but I don’t own Criminal Minds.
Author's Notes: See Assertion
“Maison de Derek Morgan. Son parler de déesse. Est-ce que je peux vous aider ?”
Cassandra Atkins pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it questionly. Putting it back, she could hear Derek’s distinct laugh in the background and realized that she had gotten the right number, “Is this Derek Morgan’s place?”
“That’s what I just said, honey,” the woman on the other end of the line responded with a laugh.
Cassie laughed, “Yeah, it is. Just didn’t expect to hear it in French. Is Morgan there?”
“His hands are a little full right now, but let me see if I can get him. Who’s calling, please?”
“Um… It’s Cassandra… Cassie Atkins from Seattle.”
“Oh, the bomb tech girl. Thank you,” there was a sincerity to her voice that made Cassie listen a little closer. “My big, brave, idiot superhero told me what you did with the bomb in Dr. Brazier’s car. I appreciate you getting him home in one piece.”
Cassie was at a loss as to what to say. She didn’t think that Morgan was married or involved, but this woman definitely seemed involved. Finally, she spoke, “You’re welcome. I… ah… was just happy it turned out the way it did.”
“We all are. I’ll get him for you. One minute. Gorgeous, one of your,” the rest of whatever the woman was going to say was lost as her voice faded.
After a few moments, she could hear Morgan’s deep, rich voice near the phone, “ing the sauce, Momma. J.J. will be pissed if the sauce is burnt… Cassie? To what do I owe the honor?”
“Morgan, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”
“Not quite yet. Reid and JJ are heading over for dinner, so you saved me from making the entire dinner.”
“Hey, I heard that. I made desert,” the woman’s voice echoed.
“Picking up a few pints of Cherry Garcia do not equal making desert, sweetness,” Morgan’s voice was turned from the phone and held a teasing note. Whatever her response was inaudible to Cassie, but Morgan laughed that lovely laugh, “You’re right, Peaches. So, Cass, what’s up?”
This was suddenly seeming like a bad idea, but she didn’t back down, “Well, I’m here taking a couple of refresher courses and I thought maybe we could get together for dinner or drinks or something?”
“That would be great. How long are you going to be here?”
Cassie gave him the information about her stay in Virginia and listened to him again consulting with the mystery woman for a moment. She couldn’t help smiling. A man involved with another woman wouldn’t make a date in front of that woman and ask her advice. Right?
Finally, he turned back to the phone, “Well, Garcia thinks that we owe you a really nice dinner, so how about meeting us at a new French restaurant here in town?”
“That sounds wonderful,” Cassie tried not to think about the ‘we’ and ‘us’ in his previous statement as he gave her directions to the restaurant. For a profiler, he really was dense when it came to his own emotions.
Before Cassie could hang up, the woman, who she now realized was Garcia, came back, “Cassie… Je suis désolé que votre dîner ne aille pas s'avérer la manière que vous avez voulue."
“Me, too,” she hated the fact that she really liked this woman, “but I’m looking forward to meeting you. I think you are the better profiler than Morgan.”
“Non, je suis une femme.”