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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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Puppy Kisses

Summary: Penelope had a hard day, so she goes to Roxy (and Luke) to make it better.

Request: Penelope is having a bad day so she goes over to Luke's for puppy kisses and ends up getting Luke kisses as well - @darcyfangirlsfrequently A/N: This is my first Garvez request! I'm trying to branch out into other characters to supplement the Spencer 🥰 I hope you enjoy! Couple: Penelope Garcia/Luke Alvez Category: Comfort Content Warning: Crying, kissing, cuddling Word Count: 1.5k

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Penelope Garcia was many things, but she was nothing if not unpredictable. From her quick, clever quips and her ever-changing closet of brightly colored skirts and shoes, one could never really know which version of Penelope they would get each day.

Luke knew that better than anyone. In fact, it was one of the many reasons he loved her.

As he walked into his apartment, he realized that she’d given him the first surprise of an unexpected visit. He’d known before he’d even seen her heels perched perfectly on his shoe rack because the first thing that he’d seen was Roxy’s cage, wide open and with one dog less.

Luke smiled because that was the natural reaction to her presence. But that day, he would come to realize that the bright woman he loved would not keep up with the idealistic image of her.

He had only just turned the corner of his room with his own silly little greeting to give before he’d realized the state of his two favorite girls. Penelope was curled up under so many covers that he almost couldn’t make out her outline. Her face was buried into Roxy’s thick coat, but he could still see half of her pouted, downturned lips. From that glimpse of her, he could tell that she had stripped off the decadent paint from her cheeks.

It was there, in the quiet display of vulnerability, that Luke found her the most heartbreaking kind of beautiful.

Penelope had been through enough to break anyone; he thought nothing less of her on the days where she was more raincloud than rainbow. He simply looked at those days as a challenge to find a new way to love her harder.

He knew that she was aware of his existence, even though Penelope didn’t turn to greet him. Even when Roxy’s tail started beating hard against the blankets, she just clutched tighter to the gentle giant beside her. Soon, there would be two.

Luke didn’t try to pressure the woman in his bed to perform for him. Instead, his hand ghosted over her shoulder to test the waters. They were still as warm and inviting as ever.

“Hey, you,” he whispered.

“Hey yourself,” she sniffled back.

She would steadfastly hide her tears until he sat on the bed beside her. She did turn ever so slightly, though, peeking up at him from below the blankets. From there, he felt free to run two fingers across her cheek. He caught a couple errant tears before they could weigh her down anymore. He gently pulled loose, damp hair from her cheeks until he had an unobstructed view of at least half her face.

Penelope rewarded his efforts by turning onto her back. She kept the covers up to her nose, but any part of her would always be enough for him.

“There’s my favorite face,” he said with a smile. “Or at least part of it.”

She tried to return her own as she lowered the blankets a little bit further. Although her lips were lopsided and trembling, Luke loved it all the same.

“Here she is!” Penelope sighed.

His hand continued to lovingly stroke golden curls. His mind conjured up jokes about Goldilocks and her quest to find true happiness in another’s home.

Luke knew he couldn’t fix everything—and he was positive he would make a terrible bowl of porridge—but he was willing to try his hardest to make her smile.

But first, he needed to know what was weighing down pretty pink lips.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked.

Penelope sighed again. This time, she turned to rest her cheek against his palm. He held her up with an overwhelming fondness.

Immediately, she felt the burden beginning to lift enough to speak.

“You know… everything,” she muttered.

“Everything?” he replied with a feigned surprise and a scoff. “Well, that’s just unacceptable.”

“It is!” she squeaked. At the same time, she threw her hands down in protest.

Luke glanced down at the implicit invitation to join her. He didn’t take it just yet. He did scoot closer, though.

“It is so unacceptable, in fact, that I think you should do something to change it,” Penelope suggested kindly. She then issued a less patient order of, “… Now. Please.”

A smile crept over Luke’s face.

“How can I do that?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Penelope rolled her eyes at the false modesty.

“Uh? I am right here. In your bed.”

Luke stayed stubborn.

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Ugh!” she groaned. She crossed her arms over her chest and started to turn away again.

A delighted Roxy sat up at the hint of more affection. Normally, Luke would be happy to let the two spoil each other.

But he wasn’t done with his fun just yet.

That time when he touched her, Luke’s hand insisted that she stay where she was.

“What? Am I supposed to… do this?”

The last two words tumbled quickly from his lips just before he pressed them to her cheek. The action caused her to make the sweetest little giggle, so he continued.

“Or this?” he asked before kissing her forehead.

Penelope’s nose crinkled with laughter. She squirmed beneath the blankets enough that Roxy jumped to her feet on the bed.

In that chaos, Luke’s heart soared. He kissed all over her face and neck until she threw her arms around his shoulders and pleaded with him for mercy.

“It tickles!” she squealed.

“Does that mean I got it right?”

Penelope, now smiling and radiating joy instead of sadness, still shook her head.

Her golden retriever of a boyfriend dropped his head back in defeat.

“Really? That wasn’t it?” he sighed.

“Nope,” she giggled.

“You’re gonna have to help me out, here,” he begged, “Because I am clueless.”

Having decided that he’d tried hard enough, Penelope gave him all the help he’d ever need. Soft hands held his face with a tenderness rivaled only by the kiss that followed.

She tasted like taffy; sticky, sweetened saltwater that lingered. At first, he was happily powerless to her. He let her set the pace and intensity. But after a couple quick, chaste kisses, he was hungry for me. He craved her like freshwater after a month at sea.

Luke climbed atop her without hesitation. She offered nothing resembling a protest. If anything, she ushered him closer.

Things began escalating the same way they always did. He never could say no to her.

Roxy, however, had a few objections. They came in the form of wet kisses to the side of her father’s face.

Luke groaned with an amused distaste.

“Smooth, Roxy,” he laughed.

To his joy, so did Penelope.

“I think she’s jealous,” she whispered.

Right on cue, Roxy nudged her way between the two bodies. She plopped her head down on Penelope’s chest with a huff.

Luke understood. It was his favorite place to nap, too.

“Yeah? She should be jealous,” he whispered back, “She’s been dethroned.”

The softness with which he spoke still wasn’t hidden enough for Penelope. She gasped and gently cupped her hands over half of Roxy’s ears.

The pup remained at peace.

“Don’t say that in front of her!” she scolded.

“It’s true,” Luke persisted. Then, with a wave of his hand, he explained, “Besides, it looks like I’ve also been dethroned in her list of favorites.”

Penelope tried her hardest to remain serious, but she couldn’t help but snicker as she said, “Well, you can’t blame her for that. I’m delightful.”

“Yes, you are,” he agreed enthusiastically. He thought he ought to get on her good side before he worked up the courage to ask, “So… can I join in this pile of cuddles?”

His queen pondered the request with narrowed eyes and an adorable pout.

“Hm. I suppose you’ve done enough to justify a third of the bed,” she ruled.

“I’m honored,” he beamed with a knightly nod.

Luke wasted no more time without her. When she pulled the blankets down for him, he shimmied under and wrapped himself around her. He pulled her as close as he could without risking her discomfort. He offered shelter from the monsters, whether they be literal or figurative.

With soft hands and strong arms, he cherished her without ever trying to take away any part of the moment. He just listened to the sniffles that stuck around long after the tears had left.

He didn’t try to fix her. She was already perfect, exactly as she was.

Penelope felt the love radiating from him and returned it all the same. She hummed happily. So happy that Luke couldn’t help but try to hold her tighter. He nuzzled his face against her neck and savored the quiet moments at home with his favorite girls in the world.

He gave her a couple more lazy kisses, with lips lingering against her jaw.

“So, how did I do?” he asked as he started to doze off. “Did I make the everything a little less terrible?”

“Yes, you did,” that beautiful, stubborn woman conceded. “In fact, you made it perfect.”

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ralvezfanatic · 15 days

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ralvez this and garvez that yeah yeah

what about both of them, like luke has TWO hands ‼️

#garvez MAY be growing on me #well #regrowing on me #idk the gay luke hc is strong #but they're all cute together #𖤐 rambles #ralvez #garvez #spencer reid x luke alvez #penelope garcia x luke alvez

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epitome-of-an-openbook · 1 year

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I just described CM:E as anti-Garvez propaganda to my friend, and I will not take it back.

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #garcia x alvez #penelope x luke #penelope garcia x luke alvez

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frizz22 · 6 months

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Truths

Read full ficlet on AO3

Note: If, in some inexplicable turn of events, Garcia and Luke are in the same truth telling/confession style situation that Reid and JJ were in 14x15

“I was scared.” Penelope breathed, a tear slipping down her cheek as she uttered the words.

Luke tried to smile for her, reassure her. “I am too, it’s okay, Garcia, you can tell me anything.”

Head shaking, Penelope swallowed. “Not that, I mean, I am scared now, terrified,” her eyes flicked to the Unsub then away. “But what I’m telling you, my secret, was… I was scared. To give us a chance.” She added when his brow furrowed.

#ao3 #ao3fic #fanfic #criminal minds #penelope garcia x luke alvez #penelope x luke #penelope garcia #luke alvez #mentions of #emily prentiss #david rossi #tara lewis #fix it

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parrishjeanna · 1 year

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Just got done watching Magic Mike XXL. I really need a fic where Garcia finds out about Alvez’s stripper past and he ends up stripping for her. 🥰😍

#criminal minds #luke alvez #garvez #penelope garcia #garcia x alvez #penelope garcia x luke alvez

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dungeons-are-too-cold · 2 years

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Penelope's Birthday: The (Very Early) Morning

Summary: Summary: Garcia is VERY excited to celebrate her first birthday with her boyfriend Luke Alvez, and he’s struggling to keep up.

Warnings: mentions of food

Author's note: Hey!!! This is the first part of a three part garvez series that i have literally been writing for so long. It started as something i was writing for @ofwilliamandwalter 's birthday writing challenge, but then i started my school semester and life kinda got in the way, but its finally getting on its feet!!! So part one is dedicated to Emmy as the most belated happy birthday ever lol.

Read on AO3 here!

"CELEBRATE ME! TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!" Penelope practically screamed.

"It's four in the morning."

"Yeah! I was born at four in the morning!" She prodded her sleepy boyfriend, Luke, until he finally stirred and sat up.

“Well then happy birthday, chica,” he whispered into her forehead as he placed a gentle kiss along her hair line. At his attempt to snuggle back into her she just sat there expectantly, like she was waiting for something to happen.

“Do you wanna get up now and have coffee? Or do you want to go back to sleep?”

“Oh, my sweet boy, how can I sleep on a day like this?”

“Fair enough, I’ll put the pot on.” Luke dragged himself out of bed and slipped on the closest pajama pants he could get his hands on. Penelope excitedly wiggled as Luke plodded off to the kitchen. “Why don’t you get in the shower, Pen,” he called back. “I need some time, but I’ll be ready by the time you get out, okay?” She agreed and sped off to the shower. “And take your time!” he called after her.

The second she disappeared behind the bathroom door, Luke sprinted to his car out front. He hadn’t planned for Penelope to wake up this early, so he was slightly behind schedule with his birthday plans and desperate to get it all done before she got out. Personally, he wasn’t much of a birthday guy. Luke never really celebrated his birthday, especially as an adult, but he knew that it was an important day for Penelope, so he was willing to try. This was their first birthday as a couple, and he wanted to make his girl feel special.

When he reached his car, bolting down three flights of stairs to get there, a helium tank, several packages of balloons, and a large canvas banner greeted him in the trunk. Being the macho man that he was, Luke attempted to gather and carry everything all at the same time back to his apartment. He didn’t want to waste any time.

The rest of the morning was spent blowing up sparkly balloons and hanging streamers. In between all the decorating, he was cutting strawberries, flipping pancakes, and gathering all the toppings for breakfast. He even broke a sweat desperately trying to tie the balloons to Penelope’s breakfast chair.

When she finally walked into the living room, wrapped in her robe, Luke was perched delicately on a step ladder tacking up the banner. Everything was slightly a mess. Some stray balloons had floated up to the ceiling, and a roll of streamers had rolled all the way across the room, unraveling as it went, but a large spread of pancakes with strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup was laid out perfectly on the table.

“There was supposed to be more, but I didn’t expect you up this early.” He nearly took a spill off the stool when he turned to look at her entering the space. Quickly he finished hanging the sign and stepped down to place a gentle kiss on his girlfriend’s forehead.

“So, what do you think?” he said, gesturing to the decorations he had haphazardly thrown up in the last half hour. The sign was crooked on the wall, and the letters were messy where the paint hadn’t quite dried before he shoved it in his car yesterday, but he beamed up at his work, hoping she would love it. Penelope’s eyes were trained on the breakfast table, though.

“I think I need you to feed me one of those strawberries dipped in that chocolate syrup.” Luke felt slightly defeated. Despite the appearance, he had worked really hard on the sign and balloons. Her sweet tooth always won out against anything else.

“Well then, sit down in your special birthday chair and I’ll get to it.” He pulled out the chair with the balloons, accidentally dislodging a few of them. “The stupid ribbon won’t stay tied,” he said dejectedly. At the last minute he had decided to staple them to the back of the chair, but it was less than successful. She didn’t seem to mind though. She quickly took her seat and squealed with excitement.

“I can’t believe I get my own special birthday chair! I love it, Lukey,” she said just before he swiped a strawberry in chocolate and placed it on her lips. A grateful moan escaped as she took a bite. “This is perfect. I can’t wait to see what else you have planned.”

To be honest, it wasn’t much. Luke had wanted to plan a surprise party for Penelope at her favorite bar, considering how much she loved her birthday. However, when he talked to Emily for help, she informed him that Penelope had already asked about planning her own surprise party. Of course Penelope was planning her own party; that was so her. There was no way she would leave something as important as her birthday party up to chance. Still, Luke was doing his best to help, but the main task he was given by Emily was to keep Penny away from the office and from the bar.

It shouldn’t have been as difficult a task as it was turning out to be. Hoping she would be asleep for much longer than she was, all he had planned was late breakfast and dinner, in-between which he wanted to take her to see the butterfly pavilion at the Smithsonian and spend some time in the pollinator garden. She loved all the flowers this time of year, and despite living in DC for years, she had never been to the Smithsonian. However, when he was thinking about a late breakfast, he was thinking closer to noon. It was very much not noon.

As the two of them finished up breakfast around 6am, he shooed Penelope off so he could clean up. Again, the second she was gone, Luke went into a panic. Needing some help, he called the only person he knew would be up.

“Matt!” he whispered into the phone

“Who is this?” Matt responded groggily. Clearly, he had not been awake before the phone call.

“Matt, it’s Luke.”

“Why are you calling me? It’s 6am dude.”

“I figured you were already up. Don’t your kids have soccer Saturday mornings?”

“They don’t this weekend, their coach got sick. I was happily asleep until you called. What’s so urgent?”

“Penelope is up. Like not just awake but like up-up. She wants to know what I have planned, and honestly? I don’t have enough plans to fill a whole day!” Luke was pacing around the kitchen, phone sandwiched in between his ear and his shoulder as he frantically cleaned up the mess. He could hear Matt shift and Kristy wake up in the background.

“Who are you talking to?”

“It’s Luke, Penelope is already up.”

“Shit that’s bad” Luke heard Kristy shift in the blankets as well.

Both of them were in on the surprise party later. Matt had even helped Luke make his plans for the day considering how many birthdays he had spent with his wife at that point. Hearing two seasoned birthday pros say that this was bad definitely put Luke on edge. What was he going to do?

“Babe, close your ears because I’m about to give Luke my all-time best kept significant other secret and I want to make sure it will still work on you later.” Matt said.

“Totally not ruining the magic, Matt. I’m going to put on coffee” she said. Luke could hear her close the door through the phone and Matt resumed his birthday coaching.

“Okay. This has consistently worked on Kristy, so I think Penelope won’t be the wiser. Basically, all you have to do is have Penelope guess what your plans are, and as soon as she says something she seems excited enough about that’s doable, you just tell her yes! She’ll be excited that she guessed it, and you already know it’s something she was thinking about, and you didn’t even have to plan anything yourself. You can adjust everything as needed but I’m telling you, it works every time.”

“You are a lifesaver! Penelope is coming back out, gotta go but thank you again!”

Luke practically slammed his phone down on the table as he started the dishes. It seemed simple enough. He could do the gardens and butterfly pavilion first before lunch, and then see where the day takes them. Shit, now he had to think about lunch too. He didn’t even know how to dress anymore, suddenly realizing he was still in his pajamas. What do you wear to whatever Penelope had in mind? It was going to be a long day.

Penelope emerged from the bathroom and snaked her arms around Luke’s waist as he dried the pans. Her hair was up, and her makeup done, but she was still in just her underwear and robe. Her hands grazed up and down his skin as she laid her head on his back.

“You doing okay back there?” he joked.

“Yeah, just happy to wake up with you. And on my birthday no less.”

As much as he loved when Penelope was this sweet, he knew it was because she had high expectations for what was to come, and he was terrified of disappointing her.

AHHHHH Okay I am so happy to get this out finally. Please let me know what you think so far!!!!! make your guesses about what you think is gonna happen too!!!!! I'd love to heare your thoughts.

Thank you to @snailsandpuppy-dogtails and @darcyfangirlsfrequently for reading for me before I posted!!!

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!!!

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sashasnow · 1 year

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Un minuto de silencio por la muerte del Garvez

Odio a los escritores de Criminal Minds...

#luke alvez #penelope garcia #garvez #cm evolution #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds #lukealvez #penelope garcia x luke alvez #luke alvez x penelope garcia

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 2 years

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Seeing In Silver Pools

Rating: Teen Pairing: Penelope/ Luke Description: In which Penelope Garcia is avoiding meeting Derek Morgan’s replacement, not out of some petulant allegiance to her friend or misguided attempt at guarding her heart, but because she's already met him. And in her avoidance misses some big clues as to why he keeps popping up. Admittedly, this one's a little weird.

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So, watching 12.1 over again, I think Luke and Garcia met offscreen at least once before we see their first onscreen interaction based on how we first see them interact and Spenser asking the group what she thinks about him. This is an obvs non-cannon on her resistance to welcoming him into the fold.

I will eventually pop it up on AO3 but @darcyfangirlsfrequently and I just posted today so I feel bad flooding the page

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She gazed deep into the reflective surface, candlelight blurring the objects around her, all light in the room emanating from those few wax pillars. Rocking slowly back and forth, rocking herself into a trance, hands planted firmly on either side of the smooth silver pool she muttered to herself before slamming her hands down on the wood table. She slammed and she slammed and she slammed, palms stinging, buzz vibrating in the root of them. “NO! NONONONO! NO!” Tears welled at the irritation she felt.

To her, this was second nature, like others read their horoscope or the Sunday comics, Penelope scryed. A small insight into her future, clues to read into later, hints hidden within dark pools. A habit she’d picked up after the death of her parents, something that went along with “Dark Penelope”. She never wanted to be surprised at what the future held again. But for the past three weeks what she’d seen had become not interesting breadcrumbs to interpret, but a thin annoyance slow-building into deep frustration and rage.

Determination unbroken, Penelope stared into the void night after night, and night after night his face peered back. A stranger’s eyes boring into hers, a stranger’s unwavering smile beaming up. Every morning just before her alarm would go off, she’d feel him behind her, his lips brushing her ear as he softly called “Time to wake up”. She can’t see him in those moments, only feel him, but the feel is more than enough to unnerve her, she knows it’s him because the same feeling comes over her every night she falls into the black pool and he resurfaces. His voice deep and resonate, his eyes full of mischief and sorrow, and she can’t help but worry what it means. What he means.

The voice, though not one of her team, is fuzzily familiar, one she’s heard in the background of phone calls from time to time in the previous months. They’d been working with a particular fugitive task force agent to recapture escaped serial killers. He was very skilled, he worked fast. Rossi wanted him, saw something in him. And this ARROGANT JERK kept turning him down. Like he was too good for them?! But he’d finally agreed, and so it was. But she refused to look up his file on principal. Refused to look into him. She didn’t care what the files had to say, didn’t want to get to know him. Fate, however, had other plans, and the ether kept thrusting him in her path.

Of course, she didn’t know it was him at first, just some dark eyes looking back into her own, but night after night a face slowly formed until it was complete and then that heartbreakingly, breathtakingly, pearly-white and beautifully dimpled grin wouldn’t. Go. Away. Like the villain in some bad horror movie he just kept coming back.

She enjoyed the face the first few nights, sure. A handsome man with a devilish smirk manifesting before her very eyes? Who wouldn’t? And she enjoyed envisioning the face as she mulled who he could be, what he could mean. Great love? Adventure? Something to be weary of? But the more she thought about the face, the more she thought about him. About the person she now knew was joining the team. Her team. That voice. No matter what she tried he wouldn’t part from it. And so she knew. There was no getting around it. The voice and the face were one, connected by thin red twine, vision at night and voice by day, scant knowledge eclipsing all reasons.

She became obsessed with attempting to manifest something else, to see something else, anything else. And so night after night she’d try, but night after night nothing but that damn face would appear. She hated him, resented him, scared of the feeling she got from him, that cocky smile reflecting back at her. She would not be his friend. She would not get to know him. She would not look at him. She’d seen enough of his face to last a life time, and with how things were going she may never see another face in that damn mirror again, she didn’t need to see it in person too.

“Penelope Garcia, meet Luke Alvez. Luke here is the one that's been helping us these past few months.” Rossi clapped him on the shoulder like a proud father, beaming back and forth between the two, excited to introduce his beloved Penelope to Luke.

In her periphery she could see the man holding out his hand expectantly. But that familiar feeling ran a chill through her bones. In her mind she could see the rest of him perfectly, large square shoulders rolled back, dimpled smile and warm brown eyes looking down at her. “Rossi’s told me-"

That voice. “Mm. Rossi, I don’t have time- sorry!” she cut off, rushing away having gathered the files from his desk without so much as a glance up at the face she knew was waiting, eyes carefully trained on the manilla stack in her arms.

Luke stared after her in disbelief, scoffing out a laugh “That was the living embodiment of sunshine? Rossi, I hate to tell you, but I think I just got 3rd degree burns.”

Rossi looked on in confusion “…Sorry about that, I guess the kitten is busy…"

Penelope Garcia, quirky, vibrant, smart, and sassy BAU Technical Analyst had just snubbed him. He’d never experienced not being liked before, in school he was friends with everyone, saw no reason that you couldn’t be. Her relationship with one specific teammate was the stuff of legends and rumors (rumors he didn’t care to listen to or spread). Luke knew what she gave to other people, had heard stories, and he knew in that instant he would never stop trying to earn it, never stop trying to make her like him, never stop wanting to be the first person she came to for everything. Something about her drew him in, her rebuff was his resolve. His life before was as a manhunter, he’d told David that he couldn’t sit around, he needed “the chase”, but he suddenly realized the chase he needed was right here in this office. With that one failed introduction he had made up his mind to find Arron Hotchner and accept his offer to join the BAU. This was going to be fun.

“So, Rossi told me you still haven’t met Alvez…said when he tried to introduce you two, you “Ran away faster than a cat hitting water.” JJ looked at her, amused and curious. Penelope wasn’t usually the shy type, especially when hulking, handsome men were involved.

Penelope had the good sense to look offended "I did not run. Running would imply fear. I’m not afraid of him, I just don’t like him.” There was a cartoonish quality to how she turned up her nose at the admission, causing JJ to laugh.

"How do you know? You haven’t even met him.” she countered. They were walking through the empty bullpen having gotten there before everyone else, coffees in hand.

"I’ve seen him, I know him.”

"Really? Did you look him up? Because Rossi also said you refused to make eye contact with anything but the carpet.”

“Oh Rossi says, Rossi says! Why do you listen to that…that busy body? Look, I know him, I know his type, and I have no desire to engage with him. Ever.” She slammed the lavender kraken coffee mug down on her desk at the last word.

JJ took a seat across from her, openly laughing at the absurdity of it. Somehow he’d already worked his way under her skin."Garcia you’re going to have to meet him some time, he’s working with us…”

Garcia sat behind her monitors, slowly booting everything to life. “1. I don’t need to meet him because I’ve already met him, and 2. Why? Why can’t I just…live in this cave of knowledge” she gestured around herself, "and help through the phone? When I missed you all (which, of course, would be frequently) we could meet for drinks or game night! Just, don’t invite the newbie.”

“Garcia!”

“JJ, you don’t get it. I mean I’ve seen him, knew he was coming before he did. I’ve seen him every night for three weeks and I hear his voice every morning before I wake up…”

“Yeeeeah?” she responded suggestively, crooked grin and lit up eyes adding emphasis.

“Yeah.” Penelope said flatly, "And it’s not a good thing! JJ why?!” She cracked, finally showing her panic and discomfort at the whole situation.

“Maybe, it’s a coincidence, like you heard him talk, so some bit took hold in your mind, and maybe you saw him around without knowing it or his profile popped up in a search. Subconscious stuff. I don’t know, Spenser could probably tell you. But I’m telling you, he’s nothing bad. In fact, this could be good.” she got up, giving her a squeeze on the shoulder preparing to head off to her own desk, getting an early start on her own stack of paperwork.

“Well I’m telling you none of that is the reason for this and I don’t like it. I don’t like the feeling I get from him."

And so on the elevator that morning when that same feeling washed over her the minute the doors opened, the unnerving, hair raising, ice-pick-gut-wrenching feeling she got whenever he’d call for her to wake up, a feeling that might be confused with butterflies to a less stubborn person…and he stood waiting on the other side, she didn’t even need to look up to know. Hitting her like a tidal wave before she ever got to his face, her eyes raised up his chest and fell once reaching his neck, quickly looking down and away. She would not look at that face. Could not. And now she was trapped in this small metal box with him, stifling her, suffocating her, taking up space he wasn’t worthy of...

“Hey”

“Good morning”

“...How was your weekend?”

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