Coming Back
Title: Coming Back
Pairing: Reid/Garcia or Reid & Garcia - whichever you want
Prompt: blanket, from my crimeland prompt table
Rating: G
Words: 328
Summary: Garcia doesn't enjoy the field.
Warnings: None
Notes: 1/100
Garcia doesn't enjoy the field.
It's always interesting at first, of course -- double-checking her go-bag for an adequate gum supply, getting on the jet, being at the center of the chaos that is an investigation -- but it wears on her quickly. It's bad enough, sometimes, having it all on her screen; staring for hours at the digital horror. Having it where she can smell it is a whole other animal. And not a cute one. It exhausts her and stresses her and gives her nightmares when she can't force herself to stay awake any longer.
Coming back from Canada -- from the pig farm -- they all sit knees touching, packed together where they can hear each other's breath. Nearly a hundred people dead, and here they are, alive.
Everyone sleeps but Reid, who can't get comfortable stuffed between Morgan and JJ. Instead, he watches Garcia: the gaps and startles in her breathing, the rapid and terrified twitch of her eyelids, the paleness of her skin. She shivers upright in her seat, pulled into herself, so different from her usual openness.
It worries him. It's ironic, he thinks, since she is usually the one who worries for him. There is nothing fragile about Garcia -- if there was, there is no way she would have lasted this long -- but still, he has the urge to soothe her. Something in her reminds him of his mother, and he wants to kneel at her feet and rest his head against her knee.
Instead, he pulls a blanket out from under Rossi's seat and edges out of his own. When he lays it across Garcia's lap, she mumbles something he can't understand, but it sounds grateful. He tucks her in tightly, and, on impulse, squeezes her hand before sitting back down.
She hooks a finger through his and doesn't seem to want to let go, so he leans forward on his knees and holds it until they land.
Pairing: Reid/Garcia or Reid & Garcia - whichever you want
Prompt: blanket, from my crimeland prompt table
Rating: G
Words: 328
Summary: Garcia doesn't enjoy the field.
Warnings: None
Notes: 1/100
Garcia doesn't enjoy the field.
It's always interesting at first, of course -- double-checking her go-bag for an adequate gum supply, getting on the jet, being at the center of the chaos that is an investigation -- but it wears on her quickly. It's bad enough, sometimes, having it all on her screen; staring for hours at the digital horror. Having it where she can smell it is a whole other animal. And not a cute one. It exhausts her and stresses her and gives her nightmares when she can't force herself to stay awake any longer.
Coming back from Canada -- from the pig farm -- they all sit knees touching, packed together where they can hear each other's breath. Nearly a hundred people dead, and here they are, alive.
Everyone sleeps but Reid, who can't get comfortable stuffed between Morgan and JJ. Instead, he watches Garcia: the gaps and startles in her breathing, the rapid and terrified twitch of her eyelids, the paleness of her skin. She shivers upright in her seat, pulled into herself, so different from her usual openness.
It worries him. It's ironic, he thinks, since she is usually the one who worries for him. There is nothing fragile about Garcia -- if there was, there is no way she would have lasted this long -- but still, he has the urge to soothe her. Something in her reminds him of his mother, and he wants to kneel at her feet and rest his head against her knee.
Instead, he pulls a blanket out from under Rossi's seat and edges out of his own. When he lays it across Garcia's lap, she mumbles something he can't understand, but it sounds grateful. He tucks her in tightly, and, on impulse, squeezes her hand before sitting back down.
She hooks a finger through his and doesn't seem to want to let go, so he leans forward on his knees and holds it until they land.