Title: Place Your Bets
Author: volcanic_duck
Rating: PG
Pairing: Reid/Morgan
Spoilers: None
Summary: Garcia and Morgan make a bet.

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It was one of those rare slow days at the BAU that seem to  consist of nothing but mounds of paperwork. After putting a depressingly small dent in his own pile Morgan decided it had been entirely too long since he had spent quality time with Garcia and abandoned his paperwork laden desk to find her. She was, of course, in her Lair of Absolute Genius, typing away at something Derek couldn't really make out.

"Hey Baby Girl, how's your day going?" Garcia didn't turn around but Morgan could see her smirking in the reflection of the screen.

"As much as  I love having your sweet ass in my Temple of Amazingness I know for a fact that you have mass amounts of paperwork calling your name right now." Morgan groaned, but couldn't keep the smile off his face.

"Come on Garcia, I need a distraction, and you know I just can't stay away from you."

"Oh baby I know. And I happen to know quite a few ways I could be distracting, if you want." Morgan chuckled and walked up behind Penelope to get a better look at the screen.

"What you got going here Mama?"

"Well," said Garcia. "As you know, I am the Queen of All Things Wonderful, and this includes Tetris. Some poor chump thinks he can beat me but he is sadly mistaken and I'm about to make him cry like the little girl he really is on the inside."

"You do realize this guy you're playing is probably really a ten-year old boy whose teacher doesn't realize he's not doing the project they're supposed to be working on right?" Garcia scowled as she watched her opponent's game flame out in a haze of failure.

"Are you saying that I'm only winning because my challenger is some prepubescent skipping class to play Tetris?" Morgan held up his hands in surrender at Garcia's deadly tone.

"Of course not Baby Girl. I'm sure you're the best Tetris played this universe has ever seen."

"Uh huh, sure. Well, my mound of cocoa manliness, I bet you can't beat me." Moragn snorted.

"Come on now. We're throwing out challenges now?"

"Why yes, we are. Let's see which one of us would come out on top. We can even bet on it."

"Oh no," Morgan shook his head, laughing. "I'm not betting you anything." Garcia raised one eyebrow in perfect evil genius formation and smirked.

"Afraid you'll lose Special Agent Derek Morgan?"

"Fine. I'll humor you. What are we betting?" The eccentric blonde looked off into space, deep in thought, and drummed her fingers on the desk.

"Well," she started. "If you win, which is highly unlikely, I will stand in front of the entire team and admit that the gorgeous Derek Morgan defeated me."

"Okay, I'm liking this. And if I lose I'll do the same for you." Garcia chuckled.

"Oh no, my brainless little studmuffin. You see, that is of no value to me for everyone would immediately assume I crushed your pathetic little attempts at Tetris. Admitting your inevitable defeat brings me little joy and I want something much more." Derek became a little nervous at hearing this. Garcia could be incredibly devious and scary creative when it came to coming up with ways to torture and ultimately humiliate someone. And her constant smirking was making him anxious.

"When I win you, my carmel minx, will have to kiss our dear Dr. Reid. On the lips. In front of me." The smirk was replaced by a full blown cat-that-got-the-canary smile and Morgan was pretty sure he just broke into a sweat. He sputtered a bit at first, utterly shocked by the mere suggestion of his lips coming anywhere near Reid's.

"Baby Girl, please, let's get serious. You can't actually think I'm going to kiss Spencer Reid. I mean, it's...there's...he's...It's just not going to happen!"

"Oh but it is. Morgan, light of my life, let's think about this. You're a big, strapping young man. You honestly think you're going to lose to little ol' me?" Garcia's smile was far more innocent than Morgan knew her to actually be, but he found himself lulled into a false sense of security by these words. Even if he did lose, it's not like she could force him to kiss the kid. He can just refuse. It was dishonest, yes, but he couldn't kiss Reid!

"Fine. What monitor should I use?" Still smiling, Garcia pulled up another chair and set up the game.

"May the best man win my dearest." Morgan just grumbled and sat in his chair and watched with more than a little dread in his stomach as Garcia hit "Play".

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Two hours and thirty two  minutes later Morgan sat in shock as the big, bold letters "You Lose" mocked him by flashing across the screen repeatedly. Garcia was wearing her shit eating grin and not even trying to disguise the happy dance currently taking place in her swivel chair.

"You, my friend, owe me one front row seat to some Morgan/Reid loving!" Morgan was absolutely still except for the slow shaking of his head.

"Garcia, you can't actually think I'm going to--" He was cut off, however, by Penelope suddenly jumping from her chair and running into the hall.

"Reid, come here! Morgan and I need your help." Morgan whipped around in horror as his Baby Girl dragged Spencer into the room behind her and silently cursed the kids horrific timing. He really needed to talk to him about that.

"Garcia, I really can't talk, I still have some paperwork to finish and then I have to run to get lunch because it's my turn." Garcia shushed him.

"This will only take a moment. A delicious, savory moment I shall never forget." Reid looked a little confused and Morgan would have pitied the kid if he wasn't about to be forced into kissing him. Garcia led Reid to stand in the middle of the room then ran over to Morgan and forcefuly yanked him to his feet, pushing him towards Spencer as soon as he was standing. She then sat down and pulled her chair so close to the two of them that she was almost pressed against Morgan's shin.

"Now hold on just one second. You can't actually think I'm going through with this." Garcia was suddenly very stern looking.

"We had a deal Morgan. Are you really going to go back on your word?" He almost shouted 'Yes!' but was afraid that if he did he would find his credit score had plummeted a few points by the end of the night. His mind raced as he tried to think of a way out this, but came up blank. 'Holy shit,' he thought. 'I'm going to have to kiss Reid.'

"Fine, but no pictures! If I find this on some website, or even photoshopped somewhere, I will never speak to you again. Understood?"

"Why of course my dearest. Scout's honor." Morgan wasn't sure if he trusted that, but he couldn't really do anything about it.

"What exactly is going on here and why am I needed for it?" Reid looked extremely lost and more than a little nervous. Morgan found it incredibly endearing. And then, before Garcia could answer him or he could run off, Morgan crushed his lips to Reid's. There were no tongues, but Morgan nibbled on Spencer's bottom lip a little and outlined it with the tip of his tongue.
 
Before Reid could even fully process what was happening Morgan pushed off of him and looked towards Garcia, who looked as if she was in the middle of some sort of epileptic fit.

"Happy?"

"Deliriously," she mumbled breathlessly, a glazed sort of look in her eyes.

"Good, cause I should really go finish that paperwork." Clapping a hand on Reid's shoulder he continued. "You should finish your's too man, 'cause I'm in the mood for a sub and I believe you said it was your turn to get lunch." Reid just stared at him, obviously still  in shock, and Morgan smiled before making his exit from the room.

Spencer blinked a few times and blushed a bright red as he looked over at Garcia who was over her shock and just sitting there, smiling.

"Well," he mumbled. "Guess I better get going." He then practically sprinted from the room and down the hall.

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Seven minutes later Morgan was dilligently working his way through the pile of paper on his desk when a shadow fell over him.

"Break room. One minute and thirty seconds." Hissed Reid before stalking off. Morgan chuckled and then pushed his chair back so he could stand up.

Spencer was standing at the counter when he walked in so he stood right next to him and started refilling his coffee cup so their little meeting wouldn't look so suspicious.

"Pretty boy, what have I told you about using such specific times when setting up a meeting? Just say two minutes man. The whole 'one minute and thirty seconds'  thing is completely unnecessary." Reid lowered his head and glared at him through his hair.

"What was that in Garcia's office?"

"Calm down, it was a little bet Baby Girl and I had concerning a Tetris game. Don't worry, she has no clue." Morgan glanced around himself quickly then slid his arm around Reid's waist.

"You're coming over to my place tonight right?" Reid glance around and then nodded his head quickly. Morgan gave him a quick peck on the cheek then pulled away completely so that they weren't even touching.

"At least warn me next time. I was caught completely off guard." Mumbled Reid as he walked out of the break room. Morgan chuckled and followed behind him.

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Immediately after the Morgan/Reid kiss Garcia first fanned herself heavily, trying to calm her frazzled nerves down, and then called Emily.

"Prentiss."

"Emily, we were totally right." there was a pause and then a  whispered response.

"Seriously?"

"Oh yeah. Anyone else would have been totally fooled by his whole 'I can't kiss Reid routine!' but my chocolate Adonis can't fool me. They are totally dating. Going by the kiss I would say at least five months, maybe more." There was a very un-Emily like squeak from the other end of the line.

"Oh my God I knew it. JJ so owes us dinner."

"And the best part? I have it on film!"

"How did you swing that?"

"My poor little Morgan completely forgot to forbid the use of my webcam to record that golden moment of boy on boy loving. Loopholes are my forte after all." Garcia chukled, thinking of all the things she could do with the absolute gold that was now sitting on her webcam memory.

"Don't go anywhere. I will be in your office in 2.5 seconds. I need to see this."

"Oh yes Emily, you do."

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