Love is Spelled L-O-L

[coffeebuddha]

Title: Love is Spelled L-O-L
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG/FRE
Characters/Pairing: Hotch/Garcia
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count: 767
Summary: Garcia and Hotch communicate in lolcats.
Notes: Written for the crimeland Valentine's Day challenge for kaaatie's recipient. Total crack!fic, guys.

 

***
 

Penelope is already gone by the time Aaron​ ​wakes up. While disappointing, it isn't exactly surprising. He'd figured out early on that Penelope likes a little space after a fight-it's generally easier to plot revenge when the person you're plotting ​against isn't ​sitting on the couch with you. She's probably at her apartment. And that thought makes Aaron bristle a little, because it's the whole reason they were fighting to begin with. He just doesn't get why she insists on shelling out a huge chunk of her paycheck for that place month ​after month when she's practically moved in with him already. Her clothes and shoes are in the closet, her toothbrush and makeup are in the bathroom, her family pictures and computers are in the living room. At this point, Aaron's pretty certain more of her things are in his apartment than hers.

He sighs and runs a hand over his face as he rolls out of bed. It's useless to get worked up over this again now when he needs to get Jack and himself ready for the day. There's a faint thumping sound coming from Jack's bedroom down the hall, which means he's already up and probably playing Godzilla or Transformers or whatever Penelope's gotten him hooked on this week. Aaron leaves him to it-most of the battle is getting Jack out of bed; once he's up, it doesn't take long to get him out the door-and shuffles into the bathroom to shave. ​Which immediately slips his mind when he looks at the mirror and sees the picture taped to it.​

​

So she's definitely angry then, Aaron thinks as he pulls the picture down​. ​He makes a note​ to pick up some flowers on the way to work and slips back into his morning routine.​ Or he tries to anyway. There's a picture on his razor with a disgruntled looking hairless cat. When he opens the fridge to take get the milk, he finds a picture of a cow telling him to 'Moooove away slowly'. His search for a tie turns up a penguin who's apparently supposed to be giving him the 'cold shoulder'.

"Oh, come on," he exclaims when he starts up the laptop Penelope's been letting him borrow while she builds him a better computer and he sees the new background.

​

Jack thinks it's hilarious and turns it into a scavenger hunt, bringing him every new picture he can find. Finally he manages to get both of them ready and out the door, but there's no way he's going to be able to get those flowers now. It's a good thing he still has the florist on speed dial, and by the time he's dropped Jack off at school, he's been assured that an order for a very large bouquet is being rushed out the door.

When he gets to his office, he thinks for a minute before sending off an email.

​

He's still waiting for a response half an hour later, which is practically a decade in Penelope time. Aaron's about ready to go track her down in her office when Seaver pokes her head in his door, an oversized floral arrangement in her arms.

"Garcia asked me to bring this to you." She sounds curious, but doesn't ask and Aaron likes her a little better for it, especially when he sees the picture impaled on one of the roses.

​Aaron waves Seaver out of his office and rubs the bridge of his nose. Obviously flowers weren't the right way to go. He absently taps his fingers against his keyboard for a moment, then pulls up a search engine. A few minutes later, his printer whirls and spits out a picture. ​

He sits with his pen poised over the picture for several long seconds before writing, "If you need to keep the apartment, then keep it. I just want you with me when I wake up."

It's sappy, but he faxes it anyway. Five minutes pass, then ten. After twenty, during which time he reviews the same document at least six times, a message from Garcia pops up in his email.

Subject: Sometimes you're an idiot, but...

​

How about a compromise? I'll sublet the apartment and you don't roll your eyes when I replace that hideous lump you try to pass off as a couch with something people will actually want to sit on.

Aaron rolls his eyes-only a little!-and hits reply.

Subject: re: ​Sometimes you're an idiot, but...

It's a deal. But no beads over the doorways. I'm not Greg Brady.​

***

Thanks for reading! Feedback is always appreciated!

 

Comments

[luscious-words.livejournal.com]

There are no words to express the love for this one. :)

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)