OMG. We're here. This is the official, official end of Welcome to the BAU Penelope Garcia. Please read, review and enjoy. It's been a crazy rollercoaster ride to finish this story. Thanks a million for all your support readers. THIS IS FOR YOU.
Disclaimer: Still don't own it.
-warehouse13
4 Years Later…
Sitting with Spencer Reid and Emily Prentiss in the BAU bullpen is a dream come true. I never imagined that 4 years ago, that small BAU team I worked with would soon grow and house the best profilers of America.
"It's remarkable. Something like this makes you question everything to thought you knew," said Spencer.
"Yeah. It's like Monolith in 2001," I commented.
Today I managed to hack into Emily's old high school yearbook and print out her… interesting senior year portrait. Junior G-man is studying the picture like it's a new specimen, I'm trying my hardest to not burst out in laughter, and Emily is in complete denial that the picture I printed out is actually her senior portrait.
"So there was actually a time when something like this was socially acceptable?" Spencer asked.
"Oh... you're young. 80's left a lot of people confused. This is, uh, especially sad, though," I remarked.
"All right, very funny you guys. Very funny. What did you do to it?" Emily asked.
"Do?" I can't believe that Emily thought I would be so cruel and Photoshop her high school yearbook picture. I'm not that evil.
"Well, you obviously altered it in Photoshop or something. That hair?" Emily questioned.
I tried my best to stifle a laugh. "Oh, no, pussycat. That's all you. Garfield High Class of '89,"
"You really didn't change anything?" Emily thoughtfully asked.
"I hacked it, as is. You're seriously trying to tell me you don't remember rocking that look?" I skeptically asked.
"Perhaps your lack of recognition stems from a dissociative fugue suffered in adolescence, say at a Siouxsie and the Banshees concert?" Spencer commented.
Then, boy genius couldn't help but laugh at the joke he just made. (And the only one who could understand it)
"It's so weird. It's like from some other life," said Emily.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Boss man approaching our small group, and automatically grew serious. If its Boss man and not JJ, we must have stumbled across an important case Boss man must have wanted to brief us on himself. Emily, unfortunately, pulled her professional manner together at the last minute and recovered her grace by asking Boss man a question.
"What was that all about?" Emily inquired.
"Brain Matloff," Hotch replied.
"Who?" Emily asked.
"Uh, aka The Blue Ridge Strangler," Spencer explained.
"Oh, right. That was, like 4 years ago," I added.
"3 victims in the Blue Ridge Parkway," Emily remarked.
"Allegedly. He was never convicted. He slipped into a coma before he could be tried," said Spencer.
"Looks like they're finally going to get their chance. He just woke up," Hotch remarked.
I'm finally done. This story is finally complete, with a satisfying ending I hope. I want to thank each and every reader who followed, favorited or left a review for this story. All of your combined support helped me greatly to write an ending to the untold story of Penelope Garcia.
P.S. Happy Holidays to one and all! :)
Peace out!
-warehouseluver13