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The Journey to Love: Seaching For A Soulmate	By : sissouthernink1994 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 2088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Morgan?
Quantico, VA
“Garcia, here is the list of the people coming for the profiling conferences. Can you double check their credentials and make sure they have the right clearances? I think a few will end up with us if we end up having to go to out on a case just based on the time they will be arriving.” instructed Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner.
“Will do.”
“Oh and check with Dr. Hawkes with the crime lab in NY. See if he wants to fly military or commercial. If he flies commercial armed, he’ll need an Air Marshall escort. If so, we’ll need to change his plane ticket so they are sitting in the same proximity. I think he may be the only one on that list.”
“Yes sir.” She replied.
“One other thing, double check e-mail addresses, phone numbers, and emergency contacts. Some of the information we have is bad and we haven’t been able to reach some of the participants.”
“Am I making badges for them too?” Hotch stopped to think.
“I guess you can make them for the ones you have verified info for and we’ll figure out the rest. Thanks.” And the agent left. Emily walked in.
“Mind if I take a break in here with you?” She asked.
“Nope. Welcome to Knowledge Land.” Garcia replied. Emily chose a chair and sat down next to her friend and the team’s technical analyst. She took a sip of her coffee.
“What are you doing anyway?”
“Getting things ready for the profiling training classes.”
“Yeah, I hear they are giving FBI-level information to non-FBI level personnel. And much faster than it took for we profilers to learn it. How long has this be going on?”
“Years, at least five.”
“You mean I could have skipped and learned in two weeks what it took me almost two years of classes to learn?”
“I guess, but it’s better this way. You get to be one of us and help someone else understand. You wanna’ help?”
“Might as well. Not much to do at my desk.”
“Start off by calling the names so I can verify clearances and all this other stuff.” Emily began calling names and with Garcia’s quick skills, they began verifying. She called some people to get correct information and ended up searching for others.
“This person is in jail.” Emily said, looking at the screen.
“What? The invites just went out. She must have gone the day after she sent her reply in. Well, I’ll have to create a special file for her.” Garcia said, placing the woman’s file info in a different pile. “Who’s next?”
“Dr. Sheldon Hawkes.”
“Oh yes, he’s the one I have to call.” As she looked up his number, his picture came up on the screen ready to be printed for a badge. “Oh, hello handsome.” Emily smiled. “And a doctor too? Wonder if he’s single.”
“Looks like he is, but I think he’s on the other team dear.” She sighed “Such a shame.”
“Wait how can you tell? Your gaydar works through computer screens?” Garcia laughed.
“Sometimes, yeah. Let me see what kind of vibe I get after verifying his info.” She began to dial his number. One ring, two rings, three rings…
“Hawkes?”
“Dr. Sheldon Hawkes?”
“Speaking.” Garcia mouthed he-sounds-so sexy and placed him on speaker phone for Em to hear.
“This is Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia from the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit calling on behalf of Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. How are you?”
“I’m good and you?” Em smiled when she heard his voice.
“Just peachy. I need to verify your information submitted to us. Is your cell number still 917-555-6289?”
“Yes it is.”
“Ok, I’m sending you a text message. Please verify the information, reply with ‘yes’ and send it back. I’ll wait.” She sent the message. Em wrote on a piece of paper “What does your gaydar say?” Garcia wrote back “Not sure yet”
“Ok, you should be getting it back now.” He said.
“Message received Dr. Hawkes, thank you. I have just a few more questions for you. Would you like to fly commercial or military and armed or not?”
“Commercial is fine with me and I guess I could fly armed. Although I can’t bring a gun through security and I don’t trust to the bag handlers so I don’t know how I could get around it.”
“Well I can request an Air Marshall for you. They are the only ones who can fly armed besides pilots. I’d have to change your plane seat because you would need to sit next to the Marshall.”
“That’d be good.” Before she sent in the request she wrote on Em’s paper “I have an idea ;)”
“I’m sending the request in now Dr. Hawkes. Here’s a personality question the profilers are asking me to ask our trainees. If a woman were to send you flowers, what kind would she send?” Em looked at her funny and wrote “what kind of question is that??!!” Sheldon laughed.
“Uh, what a question. I’m not sure of the reasoning, but then again I’m coming there to learn about profiling. Well, I’ve never had a woman send me flowers before. But when I have received them, I’ve gotten, uh let’s see if I can remember…” Garcia wrote “gay” Em wrote “how? that proves nothing”. Garcia wrote, “if a woman hasn’t sent flowers it must have been a man”. Em wrote down a question mark and shook her head. “Forget-Me-Nots, blue Irises. I got red roses and blue orchids once.”
“Which do you prefer?”
“Actually the roses were really pretty and but my favorites are hydrangeas in purple, blue and white.” Garcia looked at Em and nodded “gay”. Em shook her head “no”. After a silent few seconds, he added, “Oh, I also like orchids in pink and white.” More silent seconds. “Any other questions?”
“Yes, actually.” Garcia said, her interested peaked. “This is for my own personal knowledge. And if you don’t want to answer, I completely understand. I have a friend who would like to go out on a date with an incredibly handsome man and I can see from the picture submitted that you fit the bill.” Sheldon felt his face blush and was happy that she couldn’t see him. “If I arranged it, would you go out to dinner with my friend?” Em shook her head with a violent “no”, thinking the date was for her. Garcia wrote on the paper “not you silly Derek”
“Thank you. I guess I could. What’s your friend like?”
“Oh tall and very sexy.” She hesitated. Em covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
“Short hair or long?” He inquired.
“Very short. Beautiful skin, lovely smile, sexy voice. Awesome personality.” She could hear Sheldon’s hesitation. She wrote on the paper “see? hesitation means he’s thinking about it”. It sounded like he was holding his breath.
“And your friend’s name?” He asked, very hesitantly. Garcia smiled.
“Morgan.” Em was desperately trying not to laugh. She felt she was going to have to leave the room at any minute.
“Morgan. Umm, that’s a nice name.”
“I think so. So tell me what kind of person interests you, just in case it doesn’t work out with this friend.”
“Well, kind of how I like my coffee: hot, strong, and black with just a little bit of sugar.”
“What a coinkydink; that’s what Morgan says. So you’re game? I’ll talk to Morgan and set everything up so you two can have dinner, on me.”
“Why not? I guess I’ll wait until dinner is over before I thank you.”
“I’m fine with that. And I know you will thank me. It was a pleasure talking with you Dr. Hawkes. I think Morgan will be pleasantly surprised.”
“Same here. Good bye.”
“Bye-bye.” And they hung up. By now, Em and Garcia had tears rolling down their faces.
“You aren’t really going to set them up on a date are you?”
“Absolutely! I think they make a cute couple.”
“And you’re sure Hawkes is gay?”
“I’m positive.” Just then, SSA Derek Morgan walked past Garcia’s office. He doubled back and stood in the doorway when he heard them laughing.
“Do I even want to know what you two are up to?” he asked. Neither of them could answer right away for laughing and the shock of almost being caught.
“It’s nothing. Just working on a surprise for a friend.”
“Yea, what she said.” Em said laughing.
“Did you need something hot stuff?”
“No, just thought I’d see what you were up to. On second thought...” Derek shook his head and walked away. They watched him walk down the hall, in his sexy manly way.
“Damn shame he’s on the other team. The things I would do if I could.” Garcia fantasized.
“So when are you going to tell him? Wait, you are going to tell him right?” Em asked.
“After Dr. Hawkes gets here. Until then I have some planning to do.”
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1 month later
“Mom, I have everything I need. I’m a grown man going to a training class, not summer camp. I don’t need you to pack for me.” Sheldon stated to his mom, Roberta, over the phone.
“I just want to make sure you have enough clothes. You can never tell about the weather in these cities now days.”
“I’ve got it covered Mom. Now Danny and Lindsay will be here any minute to take me to the airport. I need to get my stuff…wait I’ve got another call. It’s probably them. I’ll call you when I get there. Love you and give dad a hug for me.”
“Bye, darling.” Sheldon clicked over.
“Hawkes?”
“Dr. Hawkes, this is Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. I’m glad I caught you before you left for the airport. We may have a case to go on by the time you get to Virginia and you may be going with us. Is it possible for you to bring your CSI kit with you? I’ve already cleared it with the Air Marshall escorting you.”
“Uh, sure I can bring it.”
“Good. Have a safe flight and I will see you when you get here.”
“Thanks.” As he hung up there was a knock as the door. He opened it to find Danny and Lindsay with daughter Lucy in tow. “Hey guys, give me a minute. I’ve got more gear to tote with me. Hi Luce.” He leaned over and gave the little girl a kiss on her forehead.
“She’s fussy and we thought a car ride would be good, didn’t we Lucy?” The little girl giggled.
“What have you got to take now?” Danny asked.
“Agent Hotchner just called and asked me to bring my kit. Can you believe it? Two suitcases, my laptop, a carry-on shoulder bag already filled with the material I had to read and bring with me that I was told not to let leave my sight, my personal carry-on and now my kit. Also a carry-on. I’m gonna need a truck by the time I get to Virginia.”
“What can you check in?”
“My suitcases. Let me do a quick double check then we can leave.”
“I’ll take the suitcases downstairs and wait for you guys.” Danny said. Sheldon was checking his mental list: phone charger, laptop cords, flash drives, iPod, full CSI kit, snacks, official reading material, personal reading material, eye glasses, contact solution, eye drops, medicine, cell phone, gun, bullets, plane ticket, wallet, money, extra contacts, credit card, license, FBI temp id, CSI badge, keys, umbrella, paper, pens, pencils…
“I feel like I’m forgetting something...”
“Kitchen sink maybe?” Lindsay joked. Lucy giggled.
“Maybe. Oh, if I can’t buy it when I get there, I don’t need it.” He placed his carry-on backpack on his back, laptop messenger bag over one shoulder, FBI reading material bag over the other, and then picked up his CSI Kit. “My camera! I knew it was something. Linds, can you get it? It’s on my desk over there with the battery bag and charger.” She brought it to Sheldon. “See if you can slip it in the backpack.” Not an easy task with Lucy in hand, but achieved. With his free hand, Sheldon grabbed his keys, locked his apartment door, and walked with Lindsay and Lucy to the elevator.
                After arriving at JFK, he met the Air Marshall at the TSA office. They scanned all of his carry-on items, wrote down his FBI temp id, badge and gun number, inventoried his kit and finally scanned his ticket. He and Marshall Jackson walked through the airport to their gate. Sheldon hoped people didn’t think he was carrying someone else’s stuff. There was so much of it! They were flying commercial, but first-class. However, first-class wasn’t full. Sheldon was thankful for the extra room. He and the Marshall talked a bit, not much though. Sheldon was concerned that the Marshall wouldn’t be able to watch the plane since they were in first-class. There was an Air Marshall already scheduled for the flight, sitting in coach.
                As the flight when on, Sheldon began to realize how nervous he was feeling. This was an unusual feeling for him. Flying didn’t scare him. Learning new things certainly didn’t scare him. What was this feeling? For once, his favorite music didn’t relax him. The unknown. What was he going to learn that would make him feel uneasy? He would just have to see.
                After landing the Air Marshall escorted him through baggage claim, where they met Agent Jennifer Jareau and he was “handed off” into her custody.
“Hi Dr. Hawkes. I’m Jennifer Jareau. Welcome to Quantico. How was your flight?” she asked shaking his hand.
“Great thanks. Nice to meet you and you can call me Sheldon.”
“Everyone calls me J.J.”
“J.J. it is then.”
“This is SSA David Rossi.”
“Sheldon,” He reached out to shake his hand. “Let me help you with some of your stuff.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.” The walked toward the front doors.
“The car is here. Sorry you won’t get much chance to stretch out your legs. We’re going over to the military airstrip. We are being sent out on a case in Washington State.”
“Yes, Agent Hotchner called before I left and said that there was a possibility of a case. He asked me to bring my kit.”
“So that’s what this is. I was wondering.” David said.
“Yea seems heavy at first. Guess I’m so used to it.”
“Well, you will get a chance to rest on the plane. It will be about nightfall when we get there. We’ll get briefed on the plane and once again by the local authorities.” J.J. said.
“Good. I didn’t seem to get much rest on the way here. Nervous I guess.” Sheldon stated as they drove off.
                Sheldon tried taking in what scenery he could as they approached the airstrip. He saw a plane that looked as big as Air Force One. He observed what he assumed to be the rest of the team, loading their luggage and various items underneath the plane. The car pulled up to the plane, stopped and they got out. Hotch came over with the baggage handler to help unload.
“Hotch, this is Dr. Sheldon Hawkes.” J.J. said introducing the men.
“Please call me Sheldon.” He said shaking his hand.
“Everyone calls me Hotch. Welcome aboard. You’re the only profiling trainee going with us. We’ve had to push the training back a few days because all of us are here. You were the first to arrive according to the schedules. Everyone else will have a few days to rest and fill out paperwork before the official conference starts.” They were walking to the plane. The handler was placing items on the plane.
“Uh, I may need to keep my kit with me. I don’t know how hot it will get under there. Don’t want anything to explode.” He handed him his suitcases and took everything else with him towards the door of the plane.
“Let me introduce you to the rest of the team. This is Dr. Spencer Reid, SSA Emily Prentiss, and Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia.”
“I spoke with Penelope before. Please everyone call me Sheldon.”
“You’re a medical doctor who became a CSI. Interesting career change.” Reid said, shaking his hand.
“Long story. I’m happy where I am though and I take all my knowledge with me.”
“Sheldon, everyone calls me Em or Prentiss. Whichever is easier for you to remember.” He shook her hand. He looked strangely at Garcia and her red hair.
“Penelope, nice to finally put a face with the name. I don’t think you’re what I expected.”
“That’s the beauty of being the Goddess of Knowledge; I rarely am what people expect. And you can call me Garcia.” They shook hands.
“This is SSA Derek Moran.” Hotch said as Derek approached. Morgan? Sheldon thought. Morgan?
“You can call me Morgan or Derek, doesn’t bother me.” They shook hands. If this is him, he is just like she said, tall and sexy. Oh my God, I think I’m going to be in trouble.
“Call me Sheldon.” Hotch motioned for everyone to board.
“You got a lot of stuff honey.” Garcia said, grabbing a bag. “Here let me help.”
“Garcia,” Sheldon whispered. “Morgan? That’s Morgan?” Smiling devilishly she replied:
“Yep.” Sheldon smiled a smile he didn’t really want anyone to see.
“Oh my God. Tall and you forgot extremely sexy” he said.
“Told ya you’d be thanking me later.” And they boarded the plane.
                After J.J. briefed everyone with the little info they had, everyone spread out about the plane to rest before landing in Washington State. Sheldon found a seat that reclined took a few snacks out of his bag and tried to relax. Garcia sat beside him, Em across from them.
“Ok, did you profile me while we were on the phone?” He asked, whispering so Derek wouldn’t hear. He was sitting in the opposite aisle from them, eyes closed with his headphones on. Sheldon assumed he was listening to music. He admired his very kissable lips. His broad shoulders and muscles showed their fit physique through his form-fitting shirt. His strong hands, folded across his stomach, legs crossed at his ankles.
“No, silly. Deductive reasoning. Do you remember the question about the flowers?”
“You figured out I was gay by the flowers I said I liked?” Em giggled.
“Oh, Em was helping me that day and I had you on speaker phone so she heard the whole conversation.” Sheldon smiled shyly, shaking his head. “And no it wasn’t the flowers you liked. Do you remember what I asked?”
“Actually do you remember how you answered?” Em asked. Sheldon thought. “You said no woman had ever sent you flowers but you have received them.” Then he remembered.
“See, if no woman sent them, then it must have been a man.” Garcia said. “See, deductive reasoning.”
“Does he know?”
“Oh, no. Not yet. I’m not going to tell him until you guys get ready to go out. If I do it last minute he can’t back out.”
“Why would he back out?”
“Because he doesn’t know you. And he’s sometimes shy about meeting guys.”
“He’s so gorgeous. He shouldn’t have any trouble meeting anyone.”
“If he just wanted someone for his body, it would be easy. I mean look at him. Hello? Matters of the heart are quite different. He wants a soul mate. Someone to truly love and love him back.”
“And you think that could be me?”
“Can’t hurt to see, right? And I don’t think you’re the type to go around breaking someone’s heart.”
“No, I’m not. I’ve had mine broken enough.”
“See, it’ll be a win-win.” She smiled and patted his arm. “Get some rest, hon.” And she kissed his cheek. Em touched his knee and went back to join Reid and J.J. in a card game. Sheldon pulled out his iPod and turned it on. Full from his snack and sleepy, he closed his eyes. The sounds of Sade’s “Soldier of Love” leading him to a dream of a date with Derek.
                Garcia sat next to Derek. He looked over at her and turned his iPod off.
“Baby girl, you’re up to something aren’t you?”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because you’re you.” She shrugged. “So tell me about the good doctor. I know you checked him out.”
“I did. And he’s available.”
“What? You don’t know he’s gay.”
“Yea, I do. Not telling you how I know either. So what do you think about him?” She asked looking at the sleeping doctor. Derek was quiet, taking in the view as well.
“He’s quite handsome. Seems quiet, very intelligent. Works out, nice body.” He smiled. “Kissable lips. Very kissable. Looks like he has strong hands….” He said his voice trailing off. Wonder what can those hands really do? He smiled again, blushing. Garcia hit his arm. “What’s that for?”
“I see you blushing. Stop it with that dirty mind of yours! You haven’t even had a conversation with him to see if he likes to do that.” She looked at him slyly, giggling.
“Yeah, I bet he does. And I bet he does it oh so well.” She sighed, shook her head and left him to his dirty mind. He laughed and returned to his music, Anita Baker’s “Body and Soul” caressing his ears. He watched Sheldon sleep for a while, before his thoughts dreamt of the two of them sleeping together, with his arms surrounding Sheldon.
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