I Love Trouble [FanFic]
Title: I Love Trouble
Author: Tooks
Pairing: Foyet, Garcia, Morgan
Rating: FRT
Summary: Foyet decides to go out and find someone to play with...Garcia...but he might have to pay the price for it from Morgan.
Notes: This is the eleventh piece in the main tale of Noir AU "Living For the Night" (thanks let_it_linger21 for the name). Again, first person (this time from Foyet's POV), dark, gritty, real noir title, some cursing, and a little naughtiness.
There’s a slight chill in the air outside The Stallion that I don’t remember the evening having when I came in. I pull out a cigarette from my breast pocket and light up before digging into the pocket I stuffed the pistol the good Dr Buddy Holly had. Open the cartridge, check the bullet count, examine the state of the gun, and give a laugh. Fully loaded and recently cleaned…not Reid’s gun. The little geek wouldn’t keep his gun so meticulously well maintained, he wouldn’t even know how, but Hotchner would.
I stick the gun back into my pocket and ponder for a moment as paper turns to ash on my lips from the cig before hearing noises coming out the alley where I left the geek. I listen carefully, letting the echoes tell me that it’s a woman from inside the club coming to help him and that the doctor’s a little pissy at getting his ass owned. The back door opens and shuts a few times, muffled voices argue and order one another, and then the door shuts one last time before it goes silent. I pull the cigarette from my mouth to let fresh air in my lungs for a bit as I think of who could’ve come to Reid’s rescue so quickly, it’s hard to narrow down but probably someone friendly with Hotch meaning my pain-in-the-ass former partner will be informed as to what I did soon enough. Not that I care, I’d just rather not be taken by surprise. Surprises are the type of things that are better to give than receive.
I tuck the cigarette back into my mouth as I debate my next move, but it isn’t until I stick my hands in my pockets for a little warmth that it comes to me. I’m smiling at my own decision as I hear a car take off from around the corner (Reid and his princess in heels?) and, by the time I reach my own car, I’ve got a nice little chuckle going. It grows as I start the engine and head off down the road. I know I have to be patient though, if I set things in motion too early it’s never going to work so, to slow myself down some, I stop by headquarters…nothing slows the turning of the world quite like paperwork. I finish what’s due, I even get a little ahead, and then call JJ to check in and let her know I’m good, just busy, before heading back on the road. I don’t stop until find a payphone that’s still working on the outskirts of town.
I dial, wait, then speak in my best false Southern twang, “Hey, this Private Investigator Aaron Hotchner’s number?”
“It most certainly is and you’re speaking to Penelope Garcia. Not the man in charge, but the woman who runs things. Now how may I help you?” Despite surface chipperness the voice is a little off, there’s an undercurrent of worry to it that I swear I can smell…Ms. Penelope Garcia must’ve heard about what happened to Hotch’s little friend. I wonder if she knows I'm the one who did it?
“Well I found a gun in an alley behind, um, a club I think I saw Mr. Hotchner in earlier I just thought, maybe, it was his or somethin’.” It’s a terrible lie loosely thrown together that a wary person would punch a hole right through but…
“Oh my, really?!”
“Yes Ma’am. Should, I…” pause for dramatic effect, “should I drop it off maybe? I’d hate for it to get into the wrong hands and all.”
“Why, yes, that’d be lovely, thank you,” she seems relieved that such kind, upstanding, people exist in this lonely and cruel world, “Do you know where our offices are Mr…oh, I’m sorry, I’ve completely forgotten to ask your name.”
“Dewey” the name slips right out my mouth, “Dewey Williams. And, yes, Ms. Garcia, I know where ya’ll are located. Think everyone does,” I give a soft, gentle, laugh to lull the woman into joining me in on it, “Is Mr Hotchner there? I’ll head over right now.”
“No, he isn’t,” the frown touches her voice, but she presses on like a brave little soldier, “But you can come in anyway, Mr Williams, don’t worry.”
“Ya sure?”
“I’m sure. I’ll stay open just for you.”
“Well alright then Ms. Garcia, I’ll see ya soon.”
“See you later alligator.”
“In awhile crocodile.” I hang up, smiling, with Garcia still giggling on the other line. I always wondered what was with Morgan always chatting her up on the phone, flirting and calling her little pet names, now I sort of get it. She seems like fun, the type of girl to give great responses.
***
I give just two knocks from out in the hall before Hotchner’s happy little secretary calls out for me to come on in. I open the door slowly, peek around to ensure no one else is there, before stepping in and closing the door behind me. “So this is where my old partner set up shop? It’s a lot nicer than I thought it’d be,” I smirk as I watch the woman seem to be suddenly struck with some sort of paralysis, “but then I’m sure that’s thanks to the woman who runs things, not the man in charge, am I right?”
That paralysis is still working it’s magic as I let myself really take the woman in. She’s actually rather pleasant to look at all soft and rounded like she is. I always expected Hotch to hire of some stuck-up bitch with hawk-eyes and no real femininity to speak of, someone neither he or any other man would fuck if their life depended on it. But this Penelope…she’s not half bad really. Even as her ruby red lips start to quiver some and her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water she looks sweet.
“Is it something I said?” I’m not going to hurt her, at least I’m not planning to. That’s not the point of this visit, I just want to play a little and see what happens. Test the waters, as it were.
“Reap…uh…” she voice is starting to return, but it’s working faster than her brain, “F-O…Off-Officer Foy-Foyet. How, um…How may I...help you? Hotch should be back shortly.” The last bit I can tell is her attempts at a safety measure - don't try anything Mr Bad-Cop, my boss could come in and stop you at any minute!.
I push myself from the wall and slink towards her desk, “Now Ms. Garcia, it’s unwise to lie to an officer of the law. We both know very well that Hotchner’s gone for the night and that you’re here all alone.”
“How may I help you?”
I smile some as I go to sit on the edge of her desk and pull the gun Dr. Genius had on him and set it in front of the secretary. She immediately pulls back which gives me a tickle. I want another so spin the gun so the barrel points right at her and watch as all her natural color seems to fade away. “Is this Hotch’s gun?”
“You were Dewey?”
“I can lie to you, you just can’t lie to me,” I explain before tapping the metal of the weapon causing the woman to jump a little.
“No, it’s mine.” She’s lying. She’s petrified of the thing, no way it’s hers.
But it benefits me to play along. “Really? And you gave it to someone else?”
“I…um…” she’s not quite sure how to answer me. I’m guessing it’s more because she doesn’t want the nerd hurt any more than he already is. “Well…Why do you want to know?”
“Maybe because it was pulled on me this evening and I’d like to know where it came from.” I then go to lean across the desk some and drop my voice into a growl, “Or maybe because I’m just fucking curious. Either way I still want an answer.” The pleasantly plump woman stays mum, sucking her bottom lip a little in increasing nerves, so I hop off the desk, go around, and plant myself, hunched slightly, in her face, “By the way, what was that you were going to call me earlier? Reap…?”
“I, um…plead the fifth?”
I reach out to her chair as she tries to pull back, too bad for her I’m faster. I pull her right back and all the closer by the arms of her chair, “You’re not in a court, Penelope, and to use that you’d need to be incriminating yourself. Now come on, be a good girl and play along…” I slacken the muscles in my face some to soften my look like I usually do with JJ, “please, for me.”
“Th-The Reaper,” she says so softly I have to watch her lips to be sure the words aren’t just in my head.
I let my body shake some as I smile, “Gives you the shivers just saying it, doesn’t it?”
“Are…Are you going to hurt me?” Her eyes are starting to water up.
“No,” I reply as if insulted by the suggestion before standing upright once more, “But I am going to take you down to the station.”
“What? Why?” Confusion breaks through the fear.
“The gun you claim is yours was used in the commission of a crime.”
“Crime? What crime?” There's a whiff of indignation now.
“Assault on an officer? Attempted murder of an officer? I don’t know but we’ll think of something.”
“Well I’m not going anywhere with you.”
I nearly laugh at her thinking she has a choice, “Well I could always just bend you over the desk and force the cuffs on you, but I’m not sure you’d really like that.” Then again, I rather would, even the thought gives me a little chuckle, “Oh hell, you convinced me.”
The secretary’s eyes go wide and, if I wasn’t faster and far stronger, she’d have bolted for the inner office and locked herself in there I’m sure. But I am faster and I am stronger and I’ve got her wrists pinned behind her with one hand and the other hand pinning her by the neck to her desk so that she’s looking straight down the barrel of that pistol. “Please,” she lets out in a sob as her eyes shut tight and she does her best to wiggle away from me.
“Please?” I question as I put enough of my muscle on her that there’s no risk of her going anywhere even as I let go of her neck to get my cuffs off my belt. As I slip Quaint Cove’s finest silver bracelets on her wrists I lean over her so my lips go to her ear, “Don’t worry, baby girl, you play nice and so will I. Sound like a deal?”
She says nothing, just turns her head away from me the best she can and chokes on another sob.
***
There’s not a peep from Ms. Penelope Garcia the whole ride to the station. Not when I tease about how my girl, JJ, might get jealous with how close we were in the office, not when I call in for a search to get started on Hotchner’s office, and not when I ask her if she and Morgan ever played with his cuffs like we had. That question does get a reaction though, a glare. Apparently she doesn’t have as much of a sense of humor as I first thought.
I stick her in an interrogation room and leave her there, cuffed to the table, a moment or two just to let the tension build a little. I’m not really expecting to get many answers, in fact I’m surprised she hasn’t already pulled the lawyer card, but if I can it’ll be a nice bonus. A bonus to general fun I'm having and the the message I’m sending Hotch…I can get to your people and I can get away with it. Anytime and anywhere.
By the time I step back into the interrogation room Garcia’s leg is shaking a little as it’s crossed over the other one. “You…you can’t hold me here forever.” Brave little soldier.
I smile over at her as I shut the door behind me, “Well that would be true if you were a suspect but, thinking on it, I don’t think that gun was yours,” I head over to the other side of the table, “I think it was Hotchner’s and that makes you a material witness.”
“And?”
“And I can hold them indefinitely,” I relax back in the chair a little.
Garcia’s leg keeps going, though she smiles a little, “If I’m just a witness then why am I still in cuffs?”
I smile back, “Because you’re hostile.”
Her breath rushes out in an air of disbelief, which seems to give her some girl-balls, “You know Morgan’s going to kick your ass when he finds out about this.”
“So you are his girl, huh?” I know she’s not, even if they’d fooled around Morgan’s a field player. Never seen him with the same girl twice.
“We’re just friends.”
“Really?” I try for an in. “Yeah, I guess he prefers the Twiggys, huh?”
“I couldn’t say.”
“You haven’t noticed?” I give her an almost sympathetic look, “Most the ones I’ve seen him with rival the models in the magazines. Tall, busty…thin.”
The woman gives me an almost confused look before smiling, “Real women have curves.” She then sighs as if terribly disappointed, “If the best you have is that Morgan dates skinny girls and shouldn’t I be self-conscious because I’m not one of those types then you don’t have much.”
I smile even though that didn’t go my way…sometimes that’s all you can do. Smile and poke around for another angle. “So how’d you come to work for Hotchner?”
“I answered an ad.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Well then how did I come to work for Hotchner, Foyet?”
“Officer Foyet," I correct sternly before smiling once more, "And I don’t know, Ms. Garcia, but I know he isn’t about to put an ad in the paper for employees. Hotchner needs to know he can trust someone even before he works with them.”
She nods a little and opens her mouth to speak but a ruckus outside the room stops her. Someone’s near tearing apart the bullpen and I bet even money it’s Morgan. Garcia finds her voice when she hears Morgan’s demanding to see her, “He sounds awfully mad.” And she sounds awfully delighted that he is.
“He usually does in my experience.” I reply coolly.
“Aren’t you scared?”
I start to laugh some (of all the times I've asked others some variation of that, I'm rarely asked it myself...that I am now amuses) before shaking my head, “His bark is worse than his bite.” I suspect he’ll bite some, but that’s fine. Maybe Morgan’ll give me a little bonus in getting himself in trouble with the captain.
The door flies open and Morgan gives me just want I want and more. Three broad steps and he’s got me out of the chair and up against the wall by my shirt. “You son of a bitch!” he’s so pissed it nearly comes out all in one word as he glares, his face an inch from mine.
“Why Derek, you seem upset, what’s the matter?” I play innocent with a sweet smile.
Morgan pulls me from the wall only to slam me back into it hard enough there’s no air to breath, then he tosses me to the floor. When he goes to charge me again I tip the chair with my feet so that it trips him and he falls to the floor as I roll out of the way. All that he gets out now is a muffled curse. I swing out with an elbow, making contact with the center of his back.
I go to propel myself back up but Morgan twists to grab hold of my collar and soon enough we’re both just a tangle of flying limbs making contact wherever we can. Garcia gives yells, calls for help, from where she’s stuck to the table thanks to my cuffs.
Help, if that’s what you’d call it, comes in the form of five other officers who first swarm, then work to pull us apart. I give up easy, play the victim as I let a nearby hand help me up while the other four guys go to hold Morgan in check.
“What the hell is going on?!” Captain Hawks finally roars all fire and brimstone from the doorway.
“I don’t know,” I breath hard and shake my head like I don’t have a clue what just happen, “the crazy bastard just fucking jumped me.”
“Fuck you!” Morgan pushes up against Perrota, Andrus, and two others like they’re actually going to let him have another go at me if he just shows them how much he wants it.
The captain looks between me and Morgan, then glances at the wide-eyed Garcia, “Who’s that?”
“A witness,” I answer.
Morgan answers too, “My friend.”
My answer’s better as the captain sighs, “Morgan, you’re off…whatever case this is all about.”
“The Todd case,” I offer.
“The Todd case,” the captain repeats as if he’d known all along, "Now get the hell out of this station, you're suspended for a week."
"Are you kidding me?" Morgan's anger turns to our boss.
"Wanna make it two?" the captain asks.
Morgan takes all the air he seems able and holds it before looking down, "No, Sir, but I want to bring Ms. Garcia home myself."
"Fine, that can be your last act before the suspension." Captain Hawks turns to me, “Unless you think she’s a flight risk let her go for the night, Foyet.” I nod some and go over to the woman as my boss continues to play at being in charge, sending the other cops out of the room, telling them to get back to work, and all that usual crap that bosses tell those who work under them.
As I bend over Garcia to undo the cuff on her wrist I know Morgan’s watching me with eyes slit in anger. With the captain still watching over us like children I know Morgan’s unlikely to bolt for me. I take advantage of that fact. I take my time, run my fingers over soft skin and pulse-points, and let my body brush Garcia’s when I can. When I glance to see the captain’s distracted, he's about to head out of the room, I give a loud whisper in her ear, “You ever wanna get over that fear of guns you have maybe I’ll let you play with mine sometime.” I chuckle low and dark in her ear, she cringes a little, and Morgan takes a threatening step forward.
The moment she's free to Garcia leaps out the chair and goes to Morgan. She doesn’t cry or anything, but she clings to him like he were the last thing holding her to the Earth in a hurricane. Strange…they don’t even sleep together and they’re that close. …I don’t get it.
“You okay, Pen?” Morgan asks in a gentle voice even as his eyes seem to be trying to tear my limbs off and beat me to death with them.
“Yes, Derek.”
Morgan’s eyes finally leave me and he kisses the top of the woman’s head before going to lead her out of the room. “Let’s get you home.”
Finally left on my own I check myself. No major injuries, maybe some bruises, and a tiny cut on my lip. Not bad. I lick my lips some to collect the blood and set my cuffs back in their proper spot on my belt. The mess of furniture I leave for someone else to clean up as I head out. Fun’s over, might as well head on home.
“Foyet!” Captain Pain-In-My-Ass apparently isn’t done throwing his weight around yet.
I try not to roll my eyes as I head towards his office, “Yes, Sir?” What bullshit orders and lectures would you like to give out now?
“You and Morgan aren’t working out.”
“Really, Sir, cause I thought we were getting along great until he slammed my head into the concrete wall.”
Hawks shoots me a hard look of annoyance, but carries on, “I’m separating you two, giving you both new partners.”
“I’m fine without one.”
“It’s not an option. You’re getting a new partner,” the man seems to pause so he can read my response, but I don’t give him one so he continues, “Her name’s Canardo, Amber Canardo, she’s new to the department out of vice.”
“A girl?” I can’t even hide my disgust at the thought of being partnered with some little bitch out of the naughty-fun squad.
“I look like a girl to you?” A harsh voice comes from the captain’s doorway behind me.
I turn my head a little and the rest of me follows when I see the voice doesn’t really match the image. She’s a bitty little thing with haircut butcher than mine. I smirk some, “No, actually. You look like a boy.”
"I don't like dames."
"Good. Me neither." ~ Kid & Tess Trueheart, Dick Tracy
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Drive a Crooked Road
Previous Sections:
Nightgale's Welcome Me
On Dangerous Ground
Safe Passage
The Big Scare
The Third Man
The Stallion: Part 1
The Stallion: Part 2
Trouble is My Business
Detour
Night Moves
Author: Tooks
Pairing: Foyet, Garcia, Morgan
Rating: FRT
Summary: Foyet decides to go out and find someone to play with...Garcia...but he might have to pay the price for it from Morgan.
Notes: This is the eleventh piece in the main tale of Noir AU "Living For the Night" (thanks let_it_linger21 for the name). Again, first person (this time from Foyet's POV), dark, gritty, real noir title, some cursing, and a little naughtiness.
There’s a slight chill in the air outside The Stallion that I don’t remember the evening having when I came in. I pull out a cigarette from my breast pocket and light up before digging into the pocket I stuffed the pistol the good Dr Buddy Holly had. Open the cartridge, check the bullet count, examine the state of the gun, and give a laugh. Fully loaded and recently cleaned…not Reid’s gun. The little geek wouldn’t keep his gun so meticulously well maintained, he wouldn’t even know how, but Hotchner would.
I stick the gun back into my pocket and ponder for a moment as paper turns to ash on my lips from the cig before hearing noises coming out the alley where I left the geek. I listen carefully, letting the echoes tell me that it’s a woman from inside the club coming to help him and that the doctor’s a little pissy at getting his ass owned. The back door opens and shuts a few times, muffled voices argue and order one another, and then the door shuts one last time before it goes silent. I pull the cigarette from my mouth to let fresh air in my lungs for a bit as I think of who could’ve come to Reid’s rescue so quickly, it’s hard to narrow down but probably someone friendly with Hotch meaning my pain-in-the-ass former partner will be informed as to what I did soon enough. Not that I care, I’d just rather not be taken by surprise. Surprises are the type of things that are better to give than receive.
I tuck the cigarette back into my mouth as I debate my next move, but it isn’t until I stick my hands in my pockets for a little warmth that it comes to me. I’m smiling at my own decision as I hear a car take off from around the corner (Reid and his princess in heels?) and, by the time I reach my own car, I’ve got a nice little chuckle going. It grows as I start the engine and head off down the road. I know I have to be patient though, if I set things in motion too early it’s never going to work so, to slow myself down some, I stop by headquarters…nothing slows the turning of the world quite like paperwork. I finish what’s due, I even get a little ahead, and then call JJ to check in and let her know I’m good, just busy, before heading back on the road. I don’t stop until find a payphone that’s still working on the outskirts of town.
I dial, wait, then speak in my best false Southern twang, “Hey, this Private Investigator Aaron Hotchner’s number?”
“It most certainly is and you’re speaking to Penelope Garcia. Not the man in charge, but the woman who runs things. Now how may I help you?” Despite surface chipperness the voice is a little off, there’s an undercurrent of worry to it that I swear I can smell…Ms. Penelope Garcia must’ve heard about what happened to Hotch’s little friend. I wonder if she knows I'm the one who did it?
“Well I found a gun in an alley behind, um, a club I think I saw Mr. Hotchner in earlier I just thought, maybe, it was his or somethin’.” It’s a terrible lie loosely thrown together that a wary person would punch a hole right through but…
“Oh my, really?!”
“Yes Ma’am. Should, I…” pause for dramatic effect, “should I drop it off maybe? I’d hate for it to get into the wrong hands and all.”
“Why, yes, that’d be lovely, thank you,” she seems relieved that such kind, upstanding, people exist in this lonely and cruel world, “Do you know where our offices are Mr…oh, I’m sorry, I’ve completely forgotten to ask your name.”
“Dewey” the name slips right out my mouth, “Dewey Williams. And, yes, Ms. Garcia, I know where ya’ll are located. Think everyone does,” I give a soft, gentle, laugh to lull the woman into joining me in on it, “Is Mr Hotchner there? I’ll head over right now.”
“No, he isn’t,” the frown touches her voice, but she presses on like a brave little soldier, “But you can come in anyway, Mr Williams, don’t worry.”
“Ya sure?”
“I’m sure. I’ll stay open just for you.”
“Well alright then Ms. Garcia, I’ll see ya soon.”
“See you later alligator.”
“In awhile crocodile.” I hang up, smiling, with Garcia still giggling on the other line. I always wondered what was with Morgan always chatting her up on the phone, flirting and calling her little pet names, now I sort of get it. She seems like fun, the type of girl to give great responses.
***
I give just two knocks from out in the hall before Hotchner’s happy little secretary calls out for me to come on in. I open the door slowly, peek around to ensure no one else is there, before stepping in and closing the door behind me. “So this is where my old partner set up shop? It’s a lot nicer than I thought it’d be,” I smirk as I watch the woman seem to be suddenly struck with some sort of paralysis, “but then I’m sure that’s thanks to the woman who runs things, not the man in charge, am I right?”
That paralysis is still working it’s magic as I let myself really take the woman in. She’s actually rather pleasant to look at all soft and rounded like she is. I always expected Hotch to hire of some stuck-up bitch with hawk-eyes and no real femininity to speak of, someone neither he or any other man would fuck if their life depended on it. But this Penelope…she’s not half bad really. Even as her ruby red lips start to quiver some and her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water she looks sweet.
“Is it something I said?” I’m not going to hurt her, at least I’m not planning to. That’s not the point of this visit, I just want to play a little and see what happens. Test the waters, as it were.
“Reap…uh…” she voice is starting to return, but it’s working faster than her brain, “F-O…Off-Officer Foy-Foyet. How, um…How may I...help you? Hotch should be back shortly.” The last bit I can tell is her attempts at a safety measure - don't try anything Mr Bad-Cop, my boss could come in and stop you at any minute!.
I push myself from the wall and slink towards her desk, “Now Ms. Garcia, it’s unwise to lie to an officer of the law. We both know very well that Hotchner’s gone for the night and that you’re here all alone.”
“How may I help you?”
I smile some as I go to sit on the edge of her desk and pull the gun Dr. Genius had on him and set it in front of the secretary. She immediately pulls back which gives me a tickle. I want another so spin the gun so the barrel points right at her and watch as all her natural color seems to fade away. “Is this Hotch’s gun?”
“You were Dewey?”
“I can lie to you, you just can’t lie to me,” I explain before tapping the metal of the weapon causing the woman to jump a little.
“No, it’s mine.” She’s lying. She’s petrified of the thing, no way it’s hers.
But it benefits me to play along. “Really? And you gave it to someone else?”
“I…um…” she’s not quite sure how to answer me. I’m guessing it’s more because she doesn’t want the nerd hurt any more than he already is. “Well…Why do you want to know?”
“Maybe because it was pulled on me this evening and I’d like to know where it came from.” I then go to lean across the desk some and drop my voice into a growl, “Or maybe because I’m just fucking curious. Either way I still want an answer.” The pleasantly plump woman stays mum, sucking her bottom lip a little in increasing nerves, so I hop off the desk, go around, and plant myself, hunched slightly, in her face, “By the way, what was that you were going to call me earlier? Reap…?”
“I, um…plead the fifth?”
I reach out to her chair as she tries to pull back, too bad for her I’m faster. I pull her right back and all the closer by the arms of her chair, “You’re not in a court, Penelope, and to use that you’d need to be incriminating yourself. Now come on, be a good girl and play along…” I slacken the muscles in my face some to soften my look like I usually do with JJ, “please, for me.”
“Th-The Reaper,” she says so softly I have to watch her lips to be sure the words aren’t just in my head.
I let my body shake some as I smile, “Gives you the shivers just saying it, doesn’t it?”
“Are…Are you going to hurt me?” Her eyes are starting to water up.
“No,” I reply as if insulted by the suggestion before standing upright once more, “But I am going to take you down to the station.”
“What? Why?” Confusion breaks through the fear.
“The gun you claim is yours was used in the commission of a crime.”
“Crime? What crime?” There's a whiff of indignation now.
“Assault on an officer? Attempted murder of an officer? I don’t know but we’ll think of something.”
“Well I’m not going anywhere with you.”
I nearly laugh at her thinking she has a choice, “Well I could always just bend you over the desk and force the cuffs on you, but I’m not sure you’d really like that.” Then again, I rather would, even the thought gives me a little chuckle, “Oh hell, you convinced me.”
The secretary’s eyes go wide and, if I wasn’t faster and far stronger, she’d have bolted for the inner office and locked herself in there I’m sure. But I am faster and I am stronger and I’ve got her wrists pinned behind her with one hand and the other hand pinning her by the neck to her desk so that she’s looking straight down the barrel of that pistol. “Please,” she lets out in a sob as her eyes shut tight and she does her best to wiggle away from me.
“Please?” I question as I put enough of my muscle on her that there’s no risk of her going anywhere even as I let go of her neck to get my cuffs off my belt. As I slip Quaint Cove’s finest silver bracelets on her wrists I lean over her so my lips go to her ear, “Don’t worry, baby girl, you play nice and so will I. Sound like a deal?”
She says nothing, just turns her head away from me the best she can and chokes on another sob.
***
There’s not a peep from Ms. Penelope Garcia the whole ride to the station. Not when I tease about how my girl, JJ, might get jealous with how close we were in the office, not when I call in for a search to get started on Hotchner’s office, and not when I ask her if she and Morgan ever played with his cuffs like we had. That question does get a reaction though, a glare. Apparently she doesn’t have as much of a sense of humor as I first thought.
I stick her in an interrogation room and leave her there, cuffed to the table, a moment or two just to let the tension build a little. I’m not really expecting to get many answers, in fact I’m surprised she hasn’t already pulled the lawyer card, but if I can it’ll be a nice bonus. A bonus to general fun I'm having and the the message I’m sending Hotch…I can get to your people and I can get away with it. Anytime and anywhere.
By the time I step back into the interrogation room Garcia’s leg is shaking a little as it’s crossed over the other one. “You…you can’t hold me here forever.” Brave little soldier.
I smile over at her as I shut the door behind me, “Well that would be true if you were a suspect but, thinking on it, I don’t think that gun was yours,” I head over to the other side of the table, “I think it was Hotchner’s and that makes you a material witness.”
“And?”
“And I can hold them indefinitely,” I relax back in the chair a little.
Garcia’s leg keeps going, though she smiles a little, “If I’m just a witness then why am I still in cuffs?”
I smile back, “Because you’re hostile.”
Her breath rushes out in an air of disbelief, which seems to give her some girl-balls, “You know Morgan’s going to kick your ass when he finds out about this.”
“So you are his girl, huh?” I know she’s not, even if they’d fooled around Morgan’s a field player. Never seen him with the same girl twice.
“We’re just friends.”
“Really?” I try for an in. “Yeah, I guess he prefers the Twiggys, huh?”
“I couldn’t say.”
“You haven’t noticed?” I give her an almost sympathetic look, “Most the ones I’ve seen him with rival the models in the magazines. Tall, busty…thin.”
The woman gives me an almost confused look before smiling, “Real women have curves.” She then sighs as if terribly disappointed, “If the best you have is that Morgan dates skinny girls and shouldn’t I be self-conscious because I’m not one of those types then you don’t have much.”
I smile even though that didn’t go my way…sometimes that’s all you can do. Smile and poke around for another angle. “So how’d you come to work for Hotchner?”
“I answered an ad.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Well then how did I come to work for Hotchner, Foyet?”
“Officer Foyet," I correct sternly before smiling once more, "And I don’t know, Ms. Garcia, but I know he isn’t about to put an ad in the paper for employees. Hotchner needs to know he can trust someone even before he works with them.”
She nods a little and opens her mouth to speak but a ruckus outside the room stops her. Someone’s near tearing apart the bullpen and I bet even money it’s Morgan. Garcia finds her voice when she hears Morgan’s demanding to see her, “He sounds awfully mad.” And she sounds awfully delighted that he is.
“He usually does in my experience.” I reply coolly.
“Aren’t you scared?”
I start to laugh some (of all the times I've asked others some variation of that, I'm rarely asked it myself...that I am now amuses) before shaking my head, “His bark is worse than his bite.” I suspect he’ll bite some, but that’s fine. Maybe Morgan’ll give me a little bonus in getting himself in trouble with the captain.
The door flies open and Morgan gives me just want I want and more. Three broad steps and he’s got me out of the chair and up against the wall by my shirt. “You son of a bitch!” he’s so pissed it nearly comes out all in one word as he glares, his face an inch from mine.
“Why Derek, you seem upset, what’s the matter?” I play innocent with a sweet smile.
Morgan pulls me from the wall only to slam me back into it hard enough there’s no air to breath, then he tosses me to the floor. When he goes to charge me again I tip the chair with my feet so that it trips him and he falls to the floor as I roll out of the way. All that he gets out now is a muffled curse. I swing out with an elbow, making contact with the center of his back.
I go to propel myself back up but Morgan twists to grab hold of my collar and soon enough we’re both just a tangle of flying limbs making contact wherever we can. Garcia gives yells, calls for help, from where she’s stuck to the table thanks to my cuffs.
Help, if that’s what you’d call it, comes in the form of five other officers who first swarm, then work to pull us apart. I give up easy, play the victim as I let a nearby hand help me up while the other four guys go to hold Morgan in check.
“What the hell is going on?!” Captain Hawks finally roars all fire and brimstone from the doorway.
“I don’t know,” I breath hard and shake my head like I don’t have a clue what just happen, “the crazy bastard just fucking jumped me.”
“Fuck you!” Morgan pushes up against Perrota, Andrus, and two others like they’re actually going to let him have another go at me if he just shows them how much he wants it.
The captain looks between me and Morgan, then glances at the wide-eyed Garcia, “Who’s that?”
“A witness,” I answer.
Morgan answers too, “My friend.”
My answer’s better as the captain sighs, “Morgan, you’re off…whatever case this is all about.”
“The Todd case,” I offer.
“The Todd case,” the captain repeats as if he’d known all along, "Now get the hell out of this station, you're suspended for a week."
"Are you kidding me?" Morgan's anger turns to our boss.
"Wanna make it two?" the captain asks.
Morgan takes all the air he seems able and holds it before looking down, "No, Sir, but I want to bring Ms. Garcia home myself."
"Fine, that can be your last act before the suspension." Captain Hawks turns to me, “Unless you think she’s a flight risk let her go for the night, Foyet.” I nod some and go over to the woman as my boss continues to play at being in charge, sending the other cops out of the room, telling them to get back to work, and all that usual crap that bosses tell those who work under them.
As I bend over Garcia to undo the cuff on her wrist I know Morgan’s watching me with eyes slit in anger. With the captain still watching over us like children I know Morgan’s unlikely to bolt for me. I take advantage of that fact. I take my time, run my fingers over soft skin and pulse-points, and let my body brush Garcia’s when I can. When I glance to see the captain’s distracted, he's about to head out of the room, I give a loud whisper in her ear, “You ever wanna get over that fear of guns you have maybe I’ll let you play with mine sometime.” I chuckle low and dark in her ear, she cringes a little, and Morgan takes a threatening step forward.
The moment she's free to Garcia leaps out the chair and goes to Morgan. She doesn’t cry or anything, but she clings to him like he were the last thing holding her to the Earth in a hurricane. Strange…they don’t even sleep together and they’re that close. …I don’t get it.
“You okay, Pen?” Morgan asks in a gentle voice even as his eyes seem to be trying to tear my limbs off and beat me to death with them.
“Yes, Derek.”
Morgan’s eyes finally leave me and he kisses the top of the woman’s head before going to lead her out of the room. “Let’s get you home.”
Finally left on my own I check myself. No major injuries, maybe some bruises, and a tiny cut on my lip. Not bad. I lick my lips some to collect the blood and set my cuffs back in their proper spot on my belt. The mess of furniture I leave for someone else to clean up as I head out. Fun’s over, might as well head on home.
“Foyet!” Captain Pain-In-My-Ass apparently isn’t done throwing his weight around yet.
I try not to roll my eyes as I head towards his office, “Yes, Sir?” What bullshit orders and lectures would you like to give out now?
“You and Morgan aren’t working out.”
“Really, Sir, cause I thought we were getting along great until he slammed my head into the concrete wall.”
Hawks shoots me a hard look of annoyance, but carries on, “I’m separating you two, giving you both new partners.”
“I’m fine without one.”
“It’s not an option. You’re getting a new partner,” the man seems to pause so he can read my response, but I don’t give him one so he continues, “Her name’s Canardo, Amber Canardo, she’s new to the department out of vice.”
“A girl?” I can’t even hide my disgust at the thought of being partnered with some little bitch out of the naughty-fun squad.
“I look like a girl to you?” A harsh voice comes from the captain’s doorway behind me.
I turn my head a little and the rest of me follows when I see the voice doesn’t really match the image. She’s a bitty little thing with haircut butcher than mine. I smirk some, “No, actually. You look like a boy.”
"I don't like dames."
"Good. Me neither." ~ Kid & Tess Trueheart, Dick Tracy
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