Paranoia - s.reid

Natural Instinct

"Garcie, what's on the encrypted file?" Liz sighed, rubbing her temples.

"I'm required to keep a record of everything the team does. And after my system got hacked nd Elle got shot and Lizzy... I just didn't want anyone else to be able to get at you." Garcia's eyes looked so sad, Liz's heart melted.

"We'll talk to the doctor, see if he'll clear you to leave."

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The doctors cleared Garcia to go home, and Morgan made sure he stayed with the blonde for the night, letting the couple be alone in their apartment.

They didn't bother changing their clothing as they layed in bed, unable to get any sleep as they clung onto each other. Liz held her left hand up, both of them admiring the shiny rock that sat on her finger. "Promise me you'll never take it off. No matter what."

"Of course."

"We never finished Monopoly." Spencer whispered, taking Liz's hand in his as they continued to admire the ring, her head never lifting from his chest. "Baby, we didn't even start."

"We both know who would've won."

"Shut up." They joined their lips in a sweet kiss only to be pulled apart minutes later by Liz's phone. "Elizabeth Bundy, here."

"Shoot out at Garcia's apartment."

"We're on our way."

The couple reached the apartment in record time thanks to Liz's insane driving. She stormed into the apartment, Spencer speed walking behind her, his pace forcing itself to quicken due to their connected hands and her furiously fast 'walking'.

"This guy is getting seriously bold and I can guarantee it's not over." Morgan huffed, watching the brunette scoop Garcia into a tight hug. "I don't know what he wants from me." She spoke, her voice wavering.

"Could you know something about him?" Spencer asked as Liz pulled away from the hug.

"I don't know."

"Maybe you have something he wants?"

"I don't know who he is. I'm so scared, Lizzy." They joined in a tight embrace again, Garcia's frantic trembling calming as Liz whispered soothing phrases into her ear. The rest of the team walked in when the pair pulled away. Emily automatically wrapped her arm around Liz's shoulder, nudging her slightly to see if she's okay, a natural instinct. 

"Garcia, we need to get you back to the hospital." Hotch stated.

"No." The woman protested, planting herself on the seat firmly.

"You should still be there. We need her someplace safe." JJ sighed, her eyes darting between her coworkers. "I feel safe with all of you." Garcia spoke meekly. Hotch sighed, nodding.

"We'll take you to the BAU." He nodded at JJ, signalling her to get up and drive the shaken blonde to the office. She complied, standing but narrowing her eyes when Garcia froze.

"Garcie, you okay?"

"When we were at dinner they wanted to seat us by a window, but he insisted on sitting at the worst table in the place. And he sat with his back to the corner." Spencer pulled a chair out, sitting it across from Garcia. Liz automatically went to take a seat on the arm rest with her boyfriend's hand resting on her thigh, also a natural instinct. 

"Tell us about the car. You said it was white, 4 door, American. What else?" He asked. When Garcia began to deny remebering anything, Morgan convinced her to think. "The seat belt was buckled behind his back." When she saw Liz pinch the bridge of her nose, panic kicked in within the tech analyst. "Why does that matter?"