34. the Torchwood File

No contribution to the plot whatsoever, just some spazzy fun.

*In Quantico*

 

*Garcia is sitting at her computer, typing away. I am listening to my iPod, bobbing my head to the beat. When I look up, Garcia is giving me a look*

 

Me: What?

 

Garcia: Nothing, my lovely little pumpkin.

 

Me: What, is the music too loud?

 

Garcia: Nope. *turns away, smiling*

 

Me: Then what’s your damage?

 

Garcia: *cracks up laughing* I can’t hold it in anymore!

 

Me: What? *runs to her side, staring at the computer* *horrified look* Oh no…

 

Garcia: Oh yes!

 

Me: But… that’s my Torchwood file!

 

Garcia: Yes it is~

 

Me: But… It was securely locked!

 

Garcia: That’s why I’m a hacker TA, baby.

 

Me: But… Uh… I…

 

Garcia: Stutter all you want, darling. I’m going to snoop through your personal belongings.

 

Me: NOES!

 

Garcia: *smirks* Why, is there something you don’t want me to see in there?

 

Me: No, maybe, yes, I uh…

 

Garcia: Well, then, I’ll take a look.

 

Me: PLEASE NO!

 

Garcia: What’s so bad that’s in there?

 

Me: NO! NOOOOO!

 

Garcia: What… Oh.

 

Me: WHAT?! YOU SAW?!

 

Garcia: I saw…

 

Me: What did you… OH SUGAR POPS.

 

Garcia: Ha. Take that, dancing cows.

 

Me: Dancing… Oh.

 

Garcia: THIS is what you didn’t want me to see?

 

Me: NOOOO.

 

Garcia: Oh my Goodness.

 

Me: No, not that button-- Oh.

 

Garcia: Wow-z.

 

Me: GARCIA! ENOUGH!

 

Garcia: These pictures are the weirdest things in the world! *on the screen, there are goofy pictures of the Torchwood team and I* Is this what you locked up your profile for?

 

Me: they’re embarrassing pictures…

 

Garcia: Enough to lock up a profile?

 

Me: Our TA was very good.

 

Garcia: Better than me?

 

Me: I’d love to see you too face off.

 

Garcia: Oh, honey, give me her number.

 

Me: …She died…

 

Garcia: Oh. *looks grave* I’m sorry.

 

Me: It’s all right. Toshiko Sato. She was awesome.

 

Garcia: I bet she was.

 

Me: You know nothing about her!

 

Garcia: What you’ve told me…

 

Me: I’VE TOLD YOU NOTHING!

 

Garcia: Well…

 

Me: I wonder if they found Megan and Gideon yet.

 

Garcia: Megan’s probably annoying the hell out the Gideon.

 

Me: *laughs* I wouldn’t put it past her.

 

Garcia: Should we check up on Hotch and the others.

 

Me: Nope. When you called for me, I hear them all say “WHAT?!”. What did you tell them?

 

Garcia: Oh… Um…

 

Me: Garcia…?

 

Garcia: Err….

 

Me: PENELOPE!

 

Garcia: We’re on a first name basis?

 

Me: WHAT DID YOU TELL THEM?!

 

Garcia: I TOLD THEM YOU WERE MAKING OUT WITH ANDERSON IN A CLOSET!

 

Me: ON CRUTCHES?

 

Garcia: YES!

 

Me: AHHHH I’M GOING TO-- OWSIES! *trips and falls on my face*

 

Garcia: Need some help there?

 

Me: Not from you.

 

Garcia: Ouch, that’s smarts.

 

Me: Enough, you. *struggles to get up* Hey, Penelope…

 

Garcia: Are you ready to get on your knees and beg for mercy?

 

Me: I would if I could, man.

 

Garcia: That’s WOMAN to you. *helps me up, laughing*

Author's Note

Pure, spazzy fun...

Reviews

[Short.Nerd]

Awesome!:D

[Aurora Lynn]

There is nothing wrong with spazzy fun. I can't wait to see when Megan and Giddeon get hungry....

[compositionc]

LOLZ YO.
Still working on that sequel, love.
MAN, I REALLY WANT TO USE THAT NOW.