AN: A while back, I was watching my S5 of Criminal Minds, and Kirsten Vangsness mentioned that Morgan's office is next door to Garcia's. I couldn't help but laugh, because for just about every fic I had written until that point, I'd had Penelope or Derek ruminating over things on the way to each other's office. Now that it is next door, how silly does that seem? Not much time to ponder, is it? LOL...So, I came up with an idea...at the same time, my dear friend KLCM came up with a similar one.

So, I'm writing Garcie's POV, and Kirst has Morgan's. I hope you all enjoy!

Love, KricketWilliams

Chapter One

Garcia's POV

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"Derek!" I yelled in exasperation, looking up from my computer screen.

Blessed silence ensued for three seconds afterward...a silence I knew wasn't going to last more than four-

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He was driving me crazy; tossing that stupid autographed baseball he had against our adjoining wall in his office. He was doing it on purpose, trying to get me to put on my new leopard print, faux Manolo Blahnik killer high heels-the real Manolo's were not affordable on this tech kitten's salary!-and head over to his office to keep his bored butt company.

Sighing, I realized I had to ignore him. I tried singing to myself, but I was kind of off key because I was so irritated. I plugged in my Ipod, but the last songs I listened to were our favorites to listen to together. I tried doing an RPG, a new one with a dragon and a knight, but I couldn't stop looking up at the wall between us.

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Giving up, I pushed my chair away from my desk, rolling back just enough to reach my shoes -

"You don't need to put them on."

At the same time, I exclaimed, "Ouch!"

I'd sat up too quickly, clunking my head on my pull out keyboard drawer, right against the turquoise feathered barrette in my hair. I don't know why I was so shocked; he visited multiple times a day when he was in town.

Raising my hand, I rubbed my beleaguered pate, and some of the stinging started to go away.

"My poor baby," he said, coming over to stand behind me.

I glared up at him. "You need to knock, cupcake."

He moved my hand, then undid the clip in my hair.

I gasped; that hairdo took a good long time this morning! "Don't mess with the -"

"Hush," he said as he handed the clip to me, then turned my chair so I was facing my screens again. He slowly threaded his long, tapered fingers into my hair, the rough pads of his fingertips touching my scalp. Warm tingles raced up my arms, down my neck, over my belly and thighs with the sensations I was feeling.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as he began to massage, brushing his fingers gently, rhythmically, delicately sweeping his thumbs behind my ears. My little handcuff earrings were making tinkling sounds as he worked his way down my neck, then back up to my blonde hair.

It felt so good, a moan escaped my lips.

I heard his low chuckling response, as he continued his magical movements. "Am I forgiven?"

"Mmm," was all I could reply.

He slid his fingers out of my hair, then leaned over and kissed the top of my head like he always did. "Hotch just needs to knock that wall out. Then I wouldn't have to result to these tactics, and there'd be no problem."

He took a comfortable seat on the corner of my desk.

I pretended to pursue the thought. "Maybe an adjoining door?"

"Then no work would get done here," Hotch mentioned from the doorway. He was scowling as he walked in, but his eyes twinkled, belying his real thoughts. He never seemed to mind when we took time to play. I think he actually expected it. He handed Derek a file. "I was going to look for you in your office, but I had a feeling you'd be in here."

Derek accepted the file, and said as he opened it, "Greatest place in Quantico. I do some of my best thinking in here."

"I agree," Hotch replied, then shot over his shoulder as he left the office, "but you're still not getting an adjoining door."

Derek shot me a long-suffering look as he made his way to the door. "Baby Girl, I tried."

I grinned back at him and winked, then said encouragingly, "Keep on trying, handsome. Sooner or later, you'll win."

His devilish look before he left said it all. "Oh, believe me, I will."