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Title: The Fulcrum
Author: lucretziathevagabond
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: DR/PG/AH
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds; the recognizable characters are property of CBS. I am making no money from this little writing exercise; I am simply learning to improve my writing skills.

Chapter 2: Prentiss’ Tale
Muse Music: Rolling in the Deep-Adele

Girls night at Prentiss’ started like they usually did. Booze and gossip flowed like water, and the three women laughed about Prentiss’ new supervisor and JJ’s recent silly spat with Will. It wasn’t until almost midnight when the conversation turned to the interesting.

“I can’t believe you slept with the entire team and never told me! I would have wanted details!” Garcia blushed as she looked down into her drink.

“I still don’t know why I did. Okay, they are all hot in their own way, and I’m only human. Still, I hadn’t planned it until I had been with Morgan and Reid. And by that, I’d like to point out, I mean individually. Then I started to wonder, you know? I mean, Reid is all mild mannered professor, but is hung like you would not believe and very creative. I mean, very creative.” She giggled at some memory.

“What about Morgan? I always imagined he’d be way too smooth.” JJ refilled he margarita glass.

“Oh, he’s very smooth. Very confident. He was good and all, but I preferred Reid. Of course, one very alcohol-heavy night, I went to their room when we were on the road. Let’s just say, I was sore the next day. Totally worth it.”

Garica spluttered. “At the same time? I’m trying to figure out the mechanics of…oh. OH. I don’t think I could do that.”

“Believe me, it was amazing. I nearly passed out afterward, and I don’t think it was the alcohol.”

JJ looked impressed. “Just think about it, Garcie. You could be in a Hotch and Rossi sandwich.”

The older women hooted with laughter, and she flushed down to her toes.
“I don’t even want to know about them.”

Prentiss ignored Garcia.“You have no idea. And by the way, both of them like “oh” as you called it a minute ago. So if you end up with either of them, just know that.” She grinned and drank.

“I am not going to know either of them like that, so there will be no sandwiches, no ‘oh’ or anything else.” She sounded certain. “Hotch is widowed and Rossi is well…older.”

JJ snorted. “Garcie, Hotch has started dating again, and Rossi may be older, but he is still virile.”

“And very, very skilled.” Prentiss added.

“Stop!” Garcia shrieked. “I’m not going to be able to look them in the eye for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, of course you will. You can’t judge sex based on high school fumblings and Kevin Lynch.”

“Hey! Kevin was quite adequate, I’ll have you know.” She tried to defend her ex.

“Adequate!” The other girls giggled.

“Stop, you two! Now, to very obviously change the subject, am I going to have to buy clothes for this new job?”

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The answer to her question from the night before was a definite “yes.” When Garcia and JJ woke up at eleven the next morning, there was an urgent voice mail on Garcia’s phone telling her to get downtown for her “image consultant” appointment, which nobody had bothered to mention to her. She managed to shower and was dropped off by JJ, even though it was out of her way. Apparently, she needed to pick up Reid for some reason.

Her image consultant was the polar opposite of the pastel clad Chanel wearing snooty woman she had envisioned on the way over. Marcus was well dressed, but not snooty and had started off by telling her that he had received two phone calls from her bosses telling him that no grey or beige was to enter her wardrobe ever, and that armed FBI agents would be on his doorstep if he tried to make her look like corporate Barbie.

“Besides, your pale complexion just screams for color! We can do so much with you that is both appropriate and fun. Tell me a little about yourself. I’ve already heard from the men that you are a computer person, and that you act as well. Is that true?”

Three hours later, she was standing next to a new carry on suitcase that had wheels and was a fun shade of kelly green. Marcus had clearly tried to restrain himself, but she felt an awful lot like a dress up doll as she tried on outfit after outfit. They had ended up with a new wardrobe, which she imagined had been bankrolled by a certain David Rossi.

She now owned an actual raincoat, several LBD’s and to her initial horror, three swimsuits, two of which were retro high waisted bikinis. In fact, many of her new clothes had a retro flair, and she shuddered to think how much they cost.

Reid would be proud to know she now owned a bunch of new bras and panties, none of which were particularly practical, but she had drawn the line at thongs. No way.

She had then been dragged to a hair salon where her red hair had been sprinkled with a few blonde highlights. All in all, despite four hours of primping, she could still recognize herself in the mirror.

Hotch arrived to pick her up just as she finished packing her new shoes. He raised an eyebrow and carried her bags to the car. She began to fret as soon as he closed her door to the SUV, having helped her in. He cut her off in mid-rant.

“Garcia, Rossi is a millionaire several times over. It was his idea to give you the consultant, especially when he realized how few belongings you had left. If he didn’t spend money on you, he’d waste it on cigars, or Italian loafers or some obnoxious thing. This way, you get a new wardrobe, he gets to spend his money and feel virtuous, and we all get to see you looking gorgeous.”

“Hotch, I’m not sure whether a lot of these tops are appropriate for work. A lot of them show quite a bit of cleavage. Besides, I am going to pay Rossi back somehow.”

He grinned. “At the risk of sounding indelicate, if you wear a few of those cleavage enhancing tops, Rossi would consider his money very well spent.”

She smacked him and he laughed, as they headed toward her new apartment.

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The next two weeks were pretty smooth sailing. Garcia was indeed doing paperwork, but as she could type as fast as Rossi or Hotch could speak, she managed to get both of them out the door more or less by 5 o’clock each night. She knew they both were grateful, which helped her sore fingers. The new clothes were doing wonders for her confidence, and she ignored the rumors about how she got her job.

Things didn’t begin to change until late in the second week.

Coming up next: Book signing with Rossi
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