Oddly enough, Garcia doesn't have a complete picture of the reunited team.
Oh, she has photos of every single one of them: Shots of Morgan with his devilish grin and Rossi with his "don't fuck with me" attitude; candids of JJ working at her new desk; shy Reid ducking from the camera; Emily surprised by a flashbulb going off in her face. There is even one of Hotch blinking. A few are of several of them together.
But never all.
The reason of course, is because Garcia doesn't want a team picture where someone is sad. Worse, someone pretending to be happy.
And with the job they do, not even on the good days can some of them cover it. Hotch, worried about his son; Rossi's depression over the loss of his first wife; Reid's trepidation that shows his fear of trust in his returning comrades; Morgan's subtle anger still lingering over the betrayal; Emily's uncertainty about her place, even though they continue to treat her as their equal; JJ, overwhelmed at times with her new position.
It takes, of all things, a winter's day to solve the problem.
Walking to the plane - after finishing a long and grueling case that had required even Garcia to join them - Morgan got smacked in the back of his head with a snowball.
Startled, Morgan turned around to see their youngest profiler, looking entirely too innocent.
Two minutes later and the war emcompassed every member. Emily and JJ took pity on poor Reid - currently being chased around the tarmac by Morgan, arms filled with snow. The women scrambled to avoid the frozen onslaught as Morgan immediately changed direction. Rossi had been inadvertantly hit; and declaring if he goes, then so goes the unit chief - promptly hitting Hotch square in the back as the other man tried to escape up the stairs into the warmth of the jet.
No one touched Garcia. After all, a woman with the power to ruin your credit score should always be declared safe in a snowball fight.
Which is how the technical analyst finally got her picture. Giving her cellphone to the pilot, she stood on the middle of the jet ramp, blocking the way as the now exhausted team tried to make their way up.
The next day, the picture of the ever-bright Garcia, surrounded by her grinning snow covered friends - with an added bonus of Morgan dragging a squirming Reid up the steps - became the most proudly displayed adornment in her office.
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'Tis the Season
Date: 2011-12-22 04:48 am (UTC)Oh, she has photos of every single one of them: Shots of Morgan with his devilish grin and Rossi with his "don't fuck with me" attitude; candids of JJ working at her new desk; shy Reid ducking from the camera; Emily surprised by a flashbulb going off in her face. There is even one of Hotch blinking. A few are of several of them together.
But never all.
The reason of course, is because Garcia doesn't want a team picture where someone is sad. Worse, someone pretending to be happy.
And with the job they do, not even on the good days can some of them cover it. Hotch, worried about his son; Rossi's depression over the loss of his first wife; Reid's trepidation that shows his fear of trust in his returning comrades; Morgan's subtle anger still lingering over the betrayal; Emily's uncertainty about her place, even though they continue to treat her as their equal; JJ, overwhelmed at times with her new position.
It takes, of all things, a winter's day to solve the problem.
Walking to the plane - after finishing a long and grueling case that had required even Garcia to join them - Morgan got smacked in the back of his head with a snowball.
Startled, Morgan turned around to see their youngest profiler, looking entirely too innocent.
Two minutes later and the war emcompassed every member. Emily and JJ took pity on poor Reid - currently being chased around the tarmac by Morgan, arms filled with snow. The women scrambled to avoid the frozen onslaught as Morgan immediately changed direction. Rossi had been inadvertantly hit; and declaring if he goes, then so goes the unit chief - promptly hitting Hotch square in the back as the other man tried to escape up the stairs into the warmth of the jet.
No one touched Garcia. After all, a woman with the power to ruin your credit score should always be declared safe in a snowball fight.
Which is how the technical analyst finally got her picture. Giving her cellphone to the pilot, she stood on the middle of the jet ramp, blocking the way as the now exhausted team tried to make their way up.
The next day, the picture of the ever-bright Garcia, surrounded by her grinning snow covered friends - with an added bonus of Morgan dragging a squirming Reid up the steps - became the most proudly displayed adornment in her office.