Title: Irish Eyes A Spyin'
Author: Sam
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Gideon/Hotch, Morgan/Reid, Mrogan/Reid/Garcia implied, Garcia/JJ implied
Rating: FRAO - slash, graphic sex, kink warning
Disclaimer: Soooo not mine, no money being made - the bunnies made me do it?
Summary: The BAU holds some of the most brilliant profilers in the country - and some of the most twisted.
A/N: KINK WARNING! Toys, voyeurism, office sex...slash, m/m and f/f both written and implied.

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Penelope Garcia would never in her wildest dreams - and there had been some doozies over her wild and varied exploits - call herself a spy. Just as she would never deign to calling herself a hacker. Hackers were so far beneath her as to be laughable. She was a Techno Goddess. And she ought to know; Morgan called her that all the time.

So no, Penelope Garcia was definitely no spy. She was, however, a very enthusiastic voyeur.

Just take the little hidden camera Gideon had asked her to hook up in hallway G just to the rear left of the kitchen cantina where Spencer loved to  have some coffee with his sugar. Yikes. Right now though, her darling Reid was having a little more than coffee with his sugar. More like chocolate. As in the very delectable rich milk chocolate form of her babycakes right at this very moment.

"Ohmigod."

Staring in aw and glee at the left monitor screen, Garcia did a quick swivel behind her to check and make sure the door to her lair was closed, no one looking in or wanting something. God, please - at least for the next few minutes. For good measure, she turned the little button on the handle just to make sure no one got in while she was...absorbed...in her work.

Her privacy secured and eyes once more trained on the screen, she could only stare in growing lust as the figures separated enough that she could see Morgan had managed to slip a hand under Reid's sweater vest and shirt, the other he used to hold the thinner man in place while he plundered Reid's mouth. She whimpered helplessly as Reid reached up to grab Morgan's head in both hands, using the leverage to deepen and take control of the kiss. It was clear they had been going at it for a few minutes - mostly likely while she had been wasting time down in resources trying to get a requisition for more dvds and video cables from that toad, Fishburn.

She swore; if that lackluster moron had made her miss any of this, she was going to kill him. Twice. Gideon would let her, she was almost positive. She was equally positive Hotch and her baby would help her hide the body.

Speaking of her bosses...

Garcia swiveled about an inch to her right to focus on the screen that would show her Hotch's office. Empty, so she swiveled another inch for the one that housed Gideon's where it was there she hit paydirt. That screen, in clear incriminating color, showed her Hotch was leaning braced against Gideon's desk with his pants all but around his ankles, the older man behind him in much the same state. Well at least he had worn a green tie. Both were watching the live feed from the kitchen cubby camera that Gideon had had her install a couple of weeks ago. What she hadn't mentioned was that she had taken the liberty of planting those two extra cameras in their offices. And what Hotch and Gideon didn't know, was Penelope Garcia's gain.

Movement on her left had her shifting her fevered attention back to that very cubby where Morgan had backed Spencer even further up into the corner, one leg now pressing hard and high between those long legs. The look of frustrated pleasure as Reid bared his throat for Morgan's teeth told her that someone was probably wearing something very naughty under all of those clothes. She wondered where his green was; he certainly wasn't wearing that green vest of his, or anything else of that shade she could see.

Realization dawned and Garcia chuckled. Reid must have hidden it somewhere else on his body. Like say, a certain naughty toy maybe?

She could feel her face flush at the thought of Reid of all people walking around plugged and needy at the office, and damned her light complexion even as she settled back in her chair to get comfortable. At least the green and violet skirt she had worn today was useful in providing easy access and, thanks to experience and pre-panning, she always kept an extra pair of panties in her bottom left hand drawer. They wouldn't match, but then, who cared? It wasn't like anyone would be seeing them...except Morgan and maybe Reid later if they were very lucky. She only wished JJ were here to have a bit of fun and share this with her but, as far as she knew, Jayj hadn't gotten in yet and Garcia wasn't about to leave and go find her.

On the left screen Spencer was clutching at Morgan's shoulders, his neck bared and sporting no less than two hickies where Morgan had nibbled and sucked along the prominent tendons while Spencer, if the sharp teeth biting his lower lip were any indication, obviously fought to stay quiet. Morgan continued to rub against him, rolling his hips with a raw, single minded intention that was both very lewd and absolutely delicious. Garcia followed his example and Spencer's and continued to rub herself while doing her best to stifle the high pitched little cries that she couldn't seem to stop, no matter how hard she pressed her lips together.

Back to the right hand screen where Hotch had stopped being able to watch the video feed; instead, facing forward with his arms braced against the wood, his head all but hitting the desk as Gideon slapped and rocked forward into his exposed body, his eyes still on the screen in his office that held the blissed out torment that was Doctor Spencer Reid at the moment. A moment more and Gideon's motion grew harder, more erratic, until he stilled with one, two last thrusts of his hips, holding onto Hotch as the younger man cried out, his face twisted in the raucous mask of pleasure and release. Once still, Gideon leaned to drape himself over the prone body of his lover in a moment of shared bliss of their own before carefully pulling Hotch back up, turning him around and placing a tender kiss on his lips.

While Gideon collapsed back into his chair, pulling Hotch onto his lap, Garcia followed their eyes to Morgan and Reid. They weren't the only ones close. Reid was trying to move against the wall, Morgan, something, only Morgan was having no parts of it. Holding the younger man by the upper arms, Morgan easily kept Reid's back flush against the wall, using his larger body to keep him there while Morgan took his time in grinding against him. From the mix of frustration and pleasure on Reid's face, whatever Reid had done to tease Morgan before they came to have a little fun in their hiding place, Morgan was more than making him pay for.

Garcia just wished Morgan would stop being so thorough with his revenge. Reid was clearly on edge and so was she - but she didn't want to come before Reid did. She wanted to watch his face crunch up in pleasure as his body jerked with the electric waves of his release, helplessly held in Morgan's hands. Just as hers would if Morgan would just get with the program...

Yes! Her boy must know what momma wants, for just as she was considering serious physical harm to someone, Morgan stopped and pressed in close to Reid for a moment, whispering into his ear. Garcia could see the long strands flutter as Morgan's breath puffed against the sweat-slick skin. Before turning to throw a slow, sexy wink up and over his shoulder...

Garcia sat up in her seat. Oh, no he didn't. He did not just wink at her. She hadn't thought Morgan even knew about the camera she had placed there...

Slowly a smile stole across her elegantly painted lips and she settled back into her chair. That was her man. Morgan began moving again, this time clearly intending on getting Reid off as quickly - and as obviously - as possible. Clothed hips slammed into clothed hips, rubbing and grinding as Morgan snapped his hips forward almost brutally until Reid was a writhing, whimpering wreck; his mouth hanging open, his head snapped back as he let out a scream that would have reached her lair if it hadn't been silent.

It was that look, that look of total devastation on her boy's face that hit her like a freight train and threw her over the edge, convulsing and gasping back a scream of her own.

Long post-orgasmic moments later, her legs had finally stopped trembling and her heart had all but slowed back down to normal when she finally found the strength to lift her head up off the back of her chair and check on what her boys were doing. Morgan was still holding Spencer up against the wall, only now he was supporting his weight so Spencer wouldn't just slide down to pool in a puddle of satisfied goo on the floor. Garcia grinned. Poor Reid. He was completely out of it. Brain melt by extremely hot sex.

Gideon and Hotch had gotten themselves somewhat back together and were standing together watching their screen and chuckling at the picture Morgan and Reid represented. Gideon was standing behind the younger agent, placing light kisses along his neck and whispering in his ear while Hotch had his eyes closed and his hands holding Gideon's where they rested on his stomach under his green tie. The easy familiarity was so intimate that she had to turn away, so she studied her man and her boy and wondered what it would take to get them both over to her place tonight after drinks. Morgan always invited the team out on St. Patrick's Day for a round of green beer after work, and this being Saturday and a slow caseload day only made it that much easier.

Heaving a contented sigh, Garcia slipped off her soiled underwear. Cleaning herself up with a hand towel, she pulled on her spare pair while tossing the towel into the drawer with the other. Then she started making plans.

She wondered if she still had any of that chocolate mint ice cream left. It was green for all the right reasons and would melt nicely against the smooth plains of their skin, dark and light. And there was always the kiwi and lime flavored lube she had bought just for the holiday...or the bottle of chocolate syrup she had bought just last week...

Watching both pairs of lovers pull themselves together while getting back to work, Garcia did the same, all the while resolving to make a pit stop at home before heading out to meet up with the others for drinks. She had to pull out the rubber sheets and remake the bed...

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