Prompt 13: Yellow
Title: What Garcia Knows Might Hurt Help Morgan
Author: Fireness
Beta: None
Characters (Pairings): Morgan, Garcia, Reid (M/R)
Rating: FRT?
Warning(s): Pre-slash
Spoilers: None
Summary: Garcia loves playing matchmaker.
Word Count: 1219
Author’s Notes: Well, I haven’t given up on the prompt table entirely. It’s just between classes, homework, work, taking the GRE, applying for grad schools, and trying to have a social life, I just don’t have time to write any fanfiction. Hopefully, however, there will soon be more to come. Not sure I got the voices right, though; I’m a bit rusty in the CM fandom.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Prompt 13: Yellow
“C’mon in, Baby-girl, have a seat on the couch. I’m just gonna go grab the food, then we can start the movie, ‘kay?”
Garcia grins up at him, play-flirting, and hands over the bottle of Merlot she is holding. “Brought you a present, my diamond in the rough.”
“Hmm, I always thought of popcorn and chocolate-dipped pretzels as more of a white wine type, but I suppose this will have to do.” He winks at her before disappearing into the kitchen, just barely catching the tongue she flicks at him out of the corner of his eye.
Mumbling under her breath about men and uselessness, Garcia takes her usual seat on the couch. In front of her, on the coffee table is the movie of the week: Snatch. She has never heard of it before, but Morgan claims it’s good. A guy flick, to be sure, but then again she got to choose last week, and after making Morgan suffer through Titanic, she won’t begrudge him this little bit of testosterone-laden violence. Besides, it has Brad Pitt in it, so that has to make up for all the manly-guyness.
Her attention is diverted, however, when Clooney jumps up into her lap, clutching something yellow and soft in his mouth. “What’s this? A new toy? Daddy sure does spoil you, doesn’t he?” She wrestles it away from him and is about to throw it across the room for him to fetch, when she suddenly stops - it’s not a toy after all, but a sock. One she recognizes.
Morgan returns at that moment, balancing huge bowls of snacks along with two glasses and the bottle of wine. “Here we are, Lady Love, a feast fit for two very exhausted Fibbies. Your wine, Mad- what?”
She holds up the sock. “Where did this come from?” She tries to keep the smirk from sounding itself in her voice, to no avail.
He frowns, glances at his dog. “Clooney must’ve snagged it from my drawer. Thinks all my socks are his personal chew toys.”
The smirk has spread to her eyes now. “I didn’t know yellow smiley faces were your style for footwear.”
A casual shrug. “One of my sisters probably bought it for me. I don’t really care all that much about what goes on my feet.”
Unable to stop it, she feels the smirk break out across her lips. “Morgan, this sock belongs to Reid.”
There is a flash of panic, quickly concealed by bewilderment. “I- are you sure?”
“I bought it for him last Christmas, along with about five other pairs just as obnoxious. Told him if he wanted to make a statement with crazy socks, he might as well go all out.”
“Hm, well he must have left it here by accident.” Not looking her in the eye, he reaches over to grab the DVD box.
She glares at him suspiciously. “And what is Reid doing taking off his clothes in your home?”
Morgan nearly chokes on thin air. “He wasn’t- Don’t just- I invited him over to watch a movie! He was just trying to get comfortable.”
“Are you cheating on me, Derek Morgan?” She feels like she has just stepped into the Twilight Zone, where tough, manly Morgan has been turned into a stuttering, incoherent (dare she even think love-struck?) fool.
“Hey, you never said we had to be movie-exclusive.” He seems to be getting back into a relaxed state, though nowhere near his usual playfulness. “The kid looked like he could use an evening of zoning out in front of the TV.”
“What did you guys watch?”
“Sleplisittle.”
“Come again?”
“I said, Sleepless in Seattle.” She had never seen such a dark man blush so deeply before.
“Jeez, Morgan, could you have been any more blatant? Maybe you should have just worn a sign that said, ‘Spencer Reid, I want to get in you pants.’ Better yet, you should have just answered the door naked.”
His glare is somehow less than effective. “Come on, Mama, don’t make fun. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought how much fun he could be if given half a chance.”
No, she honestly couldn’t. There was just something about those eyes and that little smirk he wore sometimes when he was teasing his coworkers that made him downright sexy at times, but still…Morgan? “Couldn’t you have been at least a little subtle?”
“Hey, I didn’t choose the movie. He said he’d never seen it before.”
A snort. “And I’m sure you were so incredibly reluctant to watch it, weren’t you.”
“I put up a good show.”
“Uh-huh. So?”
“So…what?”
“So…” She gestures vaguely. “How was it?”
“The movie? Sucked balls, and not in the way I was hoping.”
“You mean you guys didn’t…”
“Nope. He thanked me for a good time, put on his shoes and left. He had his socks in his pocket, but one of them must have fallen out on his way to the door ‘cause I found it the next morning. Meant to give it back to him, but I forgot.”
“And in the meantime you’ve been keeping it in your sock drawer?”
“Where else would you keep a sock?”
“Under my pillow, if it were yours.” She grins at him wickedly before putting on a more serious face. “Is he even gay?”
“Oh yeah. The question isn’t about his sexuality, it’s more about getting him to realize I want to have sex with him.”
“Is that all?” Her tone is deceptively neutral.
He hesitates. “No, that’s not all. I don’t know why, but I’ve felt more about him than I have anyone other than you in a very long time. I just…can’t place it, exactly.”
“You really are in love, aren’t you?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Yet.”
“…Yet.”
A pause, while they both dwell on their own thoughts.
“So when’s the next movie night?”
He frowns at her. “It’s tonight, innit?”
Rolling her eyes, “I meant for the two of you.”
“Oh. Wasn’t planning on one.”
“What? Why not? Call him right now and tell him to get his butt over here. I’ll stick around for a while and then magically remember there’s something I have to do, and you two will be all alone to appreciate the godliness that is Brad Pitt’s half-naked body.”
He laughs. “Nothing doin’, Mama. He’s probably busy or something.”
“I’ll put my money on the ‘something.’ What’s Reid going to be doing on a Friday night without all the rest of us? Call.”
“No.”
“Fine, I’ll call.” She pulls out her mobile. “And I’ll tell him exactly why you want him to come over for movie night.”
He pounces on her. “Don’t you dare, Garcia. I’ll call him, alright?”
Garcia settles back, satisfied. She loves playing matchmaker. As Morgan hits speed dial number three, Garcia plots. If it really is just a question of getting Reid to see the potential, this should not be too hard. A few lines, a couple of well-placed innuendoes, and before you can say ‘Penelope, you’re the best,’ the two should be on their way to a romance ten times better than Brokeback Mountain. And if she plays her cards right, she might even get a chance to take a few pictures for herself. Preferably without their knowledge. Bonus points if they’re in bed.