Your Personal Doll

[Krys Robin]

At least a month had passed since the crash on the island and this was only Krys' second time in the Virginia area. It was an odd occurence, to have to be in Virginia twice a month (usually it was only once for a lecture) but earlier she had to be in town with her team for a tour of the BAU and now this time around she'd be giving a lecture the early evening of the next day. But she had arrived today and there was still a whole evening to fill up before she got to that point.

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Penelope Garcia had taken things into her own hands when Krys had texted her when her flight touched down. The blonde analyst had been well aware (through forwarded emails and texts) that Krys had still be in contact with the handsome young man from the beach Oliver. And by contact it was more so Oliver being friendly and Krys awkwardly fumbling through it. It was through one such contact that Oliver, a law student and agent hopeful from the local university, dropped mention that if she was ever in town for a lecture he'd love to buy her dinner and pick her brain a little. Krys would have just politely ignored such a request but Penelope eventually got her to call and now Krys would actually be meeting with the young man.

She wasn't exactly thrilled about it, in fact she was quite nervous. This was only made worse by the fact that she had planned on going in her jeans and tshirt when Garcia immediately corrected her. Now Krys was nothing but a canvas as Penelope snuck her into her office (it was a slow early evening) and helped with makeup, hair, outfit (a black dress), really a whole bunch of things that Krys had no idea how to do.

Already on several occasions she had attempted to yank a shirt over her head and dress but Penelope had caught her. She was a rather quick woman and not even Krys could best her. Maybe some day. "I don't get why I can't just wear my normal clothes.." Krys sighed rather loudly, being as stubborn as she was, her brown eyes trailing over the confines of Garcia's computer lab.

[Penelope Garcia]

Penelope was fond of personality and flair. In fact, it was something that defined Garcia's very personality. She could never understand the concept of uniforms, nor indeed how anybody could have simple wardrobes and just not care. It had been such urges that had propelled the analyst to help her dear friend, Krys Robin. She had plenty of personality--that was not the problem here. Indeed, she had flair as well. In her own right, leastways. Nobody could look at the young woman and deny that she was an individual. However, after having a nice conversation with her about a prospective love interest, it just seemed her skills were needed.

She had asked to see Krys before her little date, though Krys seemed to adamantly insist that was not at all what it was, and how glad she was that she had asked such a thing! She had shown up in jeans and a shirt. Garcia was certainly not going to let such a good friend of hers attend a date in such a manner! So, the analyst had gotten to work straight away.

She did not want to deny Krys' flair and personality. As such, she avoided the bright and cheery styles that Garcia herself did fancy. A black dress, which was positively wonderful for her little full-sized play thing, and some nice jewelry. It still looked like Krys, of course. Just a dressed-up, doll-like version of her favorite CT agent. Just as she was standing back and admiring her work--my she had outdone herself--Krys spoke.

"I don't get why I can't just wear my normal clothes.."

"Because a date with a hunk requires not-normal clothes. You know? Not normal clothes for a not normal guy?" Okay, that had come out wrong, but Garcia dismissed it immediately and moved on. "Besides. You look great," She smiled rather proudly and then caught the analyst's eyes.

"You like it, right?" It wasn't as if she would really care if she didn't. Krys was wearing it anyway. Still, Garcia would have felt better knowing the young woman enjoyed her new style as much as she knew Oliver was going to. No matter. This date? Precisely what Garcia needed. She had been wanting a nice little bit of interesting happening to get her nose into. Krys fit the bill perfectly. And she even got to dress her up! Such a nice dress.

[Krys Robin]

"Because a date with a hunk requires not-normal clothes. You know? Not normal clothes for a not normal guy?"

Though Krys was pretty against wearing such clothes (a dress) and was a very stubborn young woman, as Penelope stood in front of her admiring her work she felt herself go absolutely still. Her breath even became caught in her throat out of fear if she even made the slightest movement something would go horribly wrong. Her arms even lifted a tad from her sides, frozen where they had been when Penelope took the initial step back to look at her.

Unsure brown eyes glanced back and forth awkwardly before moving back onto the brightly colored woman in front of her. Not many could get away with poking, prodding, and fluffing her but Penelope Garcia was one of those select few.

"It's not a date." She countered in a slight mumble for probably the eight hundredth time, biting down on her bottom lip which tasted of strawberry lipgloss which wasn't something she *entirely* hated. In fact, it was actually kind of nice. "He's just a friend who wants lunch, just because he has a penis and I don't doesn't make it a date." Okay, so this was perhaps a little too blunt, but then again this was Penelope, maybe she would understand.

"You like it, right?"

"Well..." Krys began carefully, looking down at herself. She couldn't lie to the woman, though it felt odd it also felt nice to get dressed up and not be lost in the background (if anyone could ever say that about Krys). "It's not all bad..." And this was as much of a compliment as anyone would get out of her in this awkward situation. She still felt weird, a bit vulnerable, and as a result she was being difficult. Luckily, Penelope had been patient so far.

"It is really pretty." Came her soft voice as she looked down at herself once again knowing full well that she wasn't a model and probably uglified the dress quite a bit. But still, it was a good feeling not to be left out and actually have plans that didn't involve work for once. Though she was wearing the dress her shoulders were still covered by a black, pull over sweater with buttons which were opened. As long as her back was covered, Krys had no qualms about this outfit.

Her thoughts then lingered onto Oliver. Oh god, what if this was a date? Krys had no interest in this man other than that he was pretty to look at. She didn't know him well enough nor did she trust him at all, or much of anyone else. What if this wasn't a friendly get together like he had claimed?! God why couldn't people ever just say what they meant?! With worried eyes she looked to Garcia. "Do you want to come?" She asked almost a bit too eagerly. A silly question but it was genuine. Any backup would have been appreciated.

[Penelope Garcia]

"Right. Not a date." Penelope humored off-handedly as she turned her attention to her drawers at her desk. She opened one of the lower ones and pulled out a nice little camera; it would not do to simply not document such a momentous achievement. Before Krys had a chance to protest, she captured the moment with a single press of a button. "There," she announced immensely pleased, "now we have documentation of your non-date." She dropped the camera down to her lap and she smiled up at her.

"He's just a friend who wants lunch, just because he has a penis and I don't doesn't make it a date."

"Well, hunny, I wish I had lunches with sexy men more often." She expressed that she didn't mind the dress too terribly much, and as a result, Penelope beamed. It was a compliment, in her mind anyway, that Krys would even admit to kind of liking the garment. Little steps. "Of course it looks pretty. Would I steer you wrong?" She asked lightly. She leaned back a moment. "A pretty dress for a pretty girl," she added softly. Krys did look rather becoming in such clothes. All in all, a very pleasing picture. There was no way Oliver would think otherwise.

Oliver.

Suddenly an idea struck her, and Peneope turned and began to eye her keyboard. Perhaps she was being a bit paranoid. But then again, after having such a horrible date experience as she did with a man she hardly knew...was it really all that surprising? Was it wrong to wish to run a background check? So that if something happened, she already knew the address of the creep?

No. It wasn't necessary. He was on the plane; the island, in a weird way, had proved him to be truthful. Even if Penelope couldn't understand precisely why. Still, she grinned girlishly and looked back over to Krys bemusedly. After all, just because the guy wasn't a creep, didn't mean she couldn't hack his personal files. She needed a bit of an excercise today anyway---paperwork was the pits.

"Have you checked him out, any?" She asked with tilt of her head to her monitor, hopefully in a manner the other hacker understood. It was a bit of a thrill, really. Still...even if Krys gave her permission to dig open his file, she doubted it would really take a lot of brain power. She had said the guy wanted to be in the FBI. That meant his records wouldn't even be sealed.

[Krys Robin]

The flash from the camera that Garcia had retrieved had not been expected, which was evident by Krys shielding her eyes before closing them tightly and directing her face toward the ground. It had all happened so fast that she hadn't even been able to look away. "Was that really necessary?" She cringed with a soft groan. Pictures were one thing, pictures of herself in a dress were an entirely different matter.

"Now we have documentation of your non-date."

"Right. Right up there with my first day of preschool..." She murmured with a slight roll of her eyes. She couldn't be annoyed with Penelope Garcia, though in occasions like these she often pretended to be more as a defense than anything else. "If it's a nondate it's just like every other outing I've been on, and people don't take photos of those." She went on to explain, taking a step toward the woman suspiciously. Did Penelope actually take her word for it that it wasn't a date or did she have her own agenda?

"It's just food and talking." Krys gestured with her hands rather curtly. "Food. Talking. Talking. Food." She nodded to each hand before looking back up at the other data analyst. "It's nothing any more complicated than that. It doesn't need to be anything more messy than that."

"Well, hunny, I wish I had lunches with sexy men more often."

A bit of a sigh escaped through her lips and she found herself shaking her head. "Yeah. I guess he's alright." Sexy wasn't really Krys' thing. Some girls liked sexy, others enjoyed jocky, some liked handsome, some liked nerdy. But which was Krys? Or maybe she was none of the above. It was Penelope's gentle comment that got her looking back up.

"Pretty? Me?" Her voice was very soft as she uttered the words in a formation that she never thought she would say. Looking back down she couldn't help but take in the 'make' of the dress and how it felt on her form. Maybe this whole girly angle wasn't as bad as she thought. Maybe there was a time in one's life (like once every 20 something years) when you could dress up.

"Have you checked him out, any?"

"No. I usually save that for the second date." Out came the sarcasm as Krys fussed over her dress only realizing her error after a few long seconds. Her head jerked back up and her eyes shot right onto Penelope, more frustrated with herself than the poor blonde. "Not a date. NOT a date." She reaffirmed, now for the both of them before she began to pace the outskirts of the room. Now her nerves were getting the best of her, that and a few cans of Amp Energy drink which she tended to chug.

"It's just friendly right? Oh god, why can't it just be friendly?" She had a conversation with herself though it was quite loud. Her hands ran through her hair nervously, her entire body tense. "What if I say the wrong thing?" Her feet haulted and she shot her gaze up to Penelope. "What if at dinner I shift in my chair and accidentally kick his junk and then he can't even have kids?! Then I'll be 'that girl who made daddy sterile'. I can't deal with that!" She exclaimed a bit out of breath. Highly unlikely but of course Krys had to bring it up as a main concern.

[Penelope Garcia]

"It's nothing any more complicated than that. It doesn't need to be anything more messy than that."

Garcia grinned rather triumphantly and agreed slyly, "No. It doesn't have to be anything messy. But messy is fun." She was already stuffing the camera back into her drawer and beginning to let her mind drift elsewhere. Though, it was far from wandering aimlessly. She had been intently listening to Krys' words, though adding her own undertones for the things she was saying.

"Pretty? Me?"

She slammed the drawer shut and turned around flabbergasted, and just stared for a moment. "Yeah, you." Penelope stood once more and looked around as if trying to find a mirror to show Krys exactly what she looked like. The perks of the office? Krys had been convinced to come out of the bathroom completely changed because nobody was around to see her. The downside? There was no mirror for her to actually see the finished result. "You have a super cute body, nice hair, great eyes." She smiled. "Anybody is an idiot not to see it. Oliver did." She almost sang the last part as a profound point, though restrained herself slightly. There was no point in getting the kid all in a fuss; she might try and make a run for it.

"No. I usually save that for the second date."

Garcia laughed openly and her eyes sparkled as she turned, quickly falling into her chair and whipping around to face her many screens. "Well then," she was finally half singing. "Since this isn't a date, we can go ahead and look." With that, it looked as if the keyboard blazed into life, what with her fingers mulling over it in quick and precise movements. Instantly the screens began to light up and whir as code was strung through the system and search inquiries were made.

As she preformed such tasks, Garcia tossed a question over her shoulder. It wasn't like she couldn't multitask. "So what is Agent Oliver's last name? Don't lie to me, I can access the flight logs if I must. And where are you guys going for your non-date?" Her coding stopped for a moment and she tossed a full look over her shoulder awaiting the information she sought, or a denial so she could continue her work in a different manner. Either would suit the blonde just fine. It was time for a bit of an exercise on the list department. She liked them.

[Krys Robin]

"No. It doesn't have to be anything messy. But messy is fun."

"Messy's what usually gets me into trouble." Krys countered lowly, though it was the truth. Her work in hacking an FBI system for fun as a teenager had been messy, and what did that get her? Matt kicking down her door. THAT was even messier. Then again it got her momentarily out of the hell hole that was her home and away from her father. She didn't even go back for two years and when she did he was sober and everything was fine. As long as she wore something that covered her back neither of them had to think back on it.

The few that knew Krys' past were often shocked when they found out she returned home to visit as often as she did. There weren't many in the world who could be beaten as children and still call the man that tortured them father. But in Krys' opinion it was done when he was drunk and he was sober now. A soft spoken man he had changed. Everyone had the ability to change no matter how terrible. She didn't hate her mother for remaining silent or her siblings for occasionally mocking her in their younger years. No, what was past is past and what mattered was the present. And it was because of that cliche that she could sit down with them on holidays and break bread.

Her father wasn't a bad man. He just wasn't a very smart man. That's how Krys chose to saw it and no amount of Matt Grimaldi's words and protectiveness could ever change that. And so Krys would wear the happy face despite the pain she felt, the undeniable actual scars on her back that she didn't dare show. They didn't hurt anymore, not physically, they had been healed over and were just bumps of skin. But there was no need for her to infect anyone else with worry, let alone about herself. She was trivial. Everything about her was trivial. If she disappeared tomorrow she doubted that anyone would notice. Maybe when the computers at CT backed up but she was easily replaced.

"I feel kind of ridiculous." She admitted, gesturing outward with her arms. She couldn't shake the feeling that she just didn't belong in an outfit like this one no matter how nice it felt. You could shove a potatoe into a gown but that didn't make it a Cinderella, no matter how much and how hard you wished for it.

"So what is Agent Oliver's last name? Don't lie to me, I can access the flight logs if I must. And where are you guys going for your non-date?"

"Davies." Though Krys knew that this was probably a major violation among 'normal' people she was in company of one of her own now and couldn't hide her own intrigue. She did enjoy digging through computer files and it would provide a pleasant escape from worrying about walking in the dress she was wearing.

"Finishing up his final year at the University, so he claims." She continued, moving behind Garcia before she found an extra chair and sat on it indian style despite the dress. Her hands lightly clasped her ankles and she leaned forward slightly. "I say if he has a GPA lower than 3.8 I keep him waiting." Her sarcastic drawl very clear with this comment and her delivery spot on serious.

Shifting back in the chair she turned her gaze to Penelope. "I bet he used to be an Olivia. I guarantee it. That would be just my luck." She turned her attention back to the screen and pointed several times as Penelope typed away. "Because that would make this situation even more awkward and that is just what I need." Looking back to Penelope she made a jutting circle with her fingers in the air. "The great circle of crap is complete!"

She shot her eyes back on the screen rather hard, drumming her hands against the edge of the table she seemed caught up in a thought for a long moment or two. Her tongue clicked against the top of her mouth slowly four times. "Either that or he's Amish." Her eyes squinted much like Clint Eastwood and she gave a small tilt downward of her head. "And I don't trust the Amish."

[Penelope Garcia]

"Feel ridiculous. Look lovely. Isn't that how being a woman works?" Oh, the things women did for the sake of beauty. Or, in Krys' case, the things friends did to you for the sake of beauty, and attracting quite a looker. Oh well, no matter. She gleefully turned her attention back to her many screens and grinned slyly as she finished inputing his last name in the search engine she had created to ransack the local files on this young man.

"Well, Mr. Davies," she began slowly as she finished typing in a few more parameters and pressing enter to send the internet search team out to locate a personnel file on the man in question. "There you are," she chimed pleasantly as she pulled up the results on another screen. Her eyes turned immediately to that screen and the experienced technical analyst began to rattle off the points of interest as if she were talking to her team on the phone.

"Oliver Davies, born September 20th right here in good old Virginia. Local boy." She mused aside before continuing, even though she was certain that Krys could read just as well as she. "Attending the local college. He is in his last year. Looks like he is going to graduate with honors." She scrolled down a bit more in the file and typed a few more things and instantly his school records were visible. "Oh. 3.9 GPA. Looks like you better be on time," she mused jokingly with a smile.

"Has a blue '07 mustang to his name, too. Nice car." She kept reading and finally looked back at Krys. "Sounds like the guy comes from money. Though, he has got a full ride to Westwood University where he is studying Criminology and Biology." She pounded a few more keys and brought up something that made her smile. Though, it took her a moment to say it aloud. "Has a nice little place not too far from here---and his last credit card purchase was to get some cologne. Yesterday." She looked up at Krys from under her glasses.

"Not a date, hm?" Oh, that was positively the most fun she had had all day! Too bad it hadn't been a challenge. "Well. He seems like a keeper all the way around." She mused, electronically flipping through a few more bits of information. "Vet bill. Kitty just got a check-up and vaccinated." She announced rather flatly. Wow. This guy was clean-living, though, if he was striving to work in the FBI, it was most likely expected that he would keep a clean reputation. Nothing was sealed to the Bureau.

Her eyes flicked down to the corner of the screen where her clock was reading the time. "When are you supposed to meet him?" She asked curiously. If she was going to be trapped in this hell hole for a while longer, she might as well live vicariously through Krys.

[Krys Robin]

"Oliver Davies, born September 20th right here in good old Virginia. Local boy."

"Local's fine..." Krys began knowing she couldn't already count something as miniscule as location against anyone. With her profession she ended up a ton of places where she didn't want to be and she was sure that situation had been no kinder to Oliver. So she couldn't very well deduct that he didn't get out a lot or had no interest in travel just because he was born in the very state that they were in. It would be unfair of her. Then again Krys was looking for any sort of excuse to not go on this 'adventure'.

"Attending the local college. He is in his last year. Looks like he is going to graduate with honors."

"Aw crap." Came Krys' murmur as she stared at the screen. Of course this wasn't the reaction that many would expect especially with such good news. Krys liked intelligent people, oddly enough she was one herself, but little by little this man was sounding so darn good on paper that it was leaving her little room to reject him.

Resting her chin in her hand, elbow on the desk she bit down on her lower lip for a moment. "Maybe honors at his school is like... The honorable mention you get on crappy paintings when you're five so everyone's a winner." She pieced the formula for 'suck' together in her mind but she knew it did little to better her own situation.

"Oh. 3.9 GPA. Looks like you better be on time."

"Minute before actually." Another murmur from the peanut gallery as she rolled her eyes. Great, was he a regular savant or what? What's next? Did he perform CPR on babies as a hobby? She wouldn't put it past him. She half expected to see a listing of volunteer work hours that outdid her schooling hours!

"Vet bill. Kitty just got a check-up and vaccinated."

"No!" Krys immediately jumped to her feet, nearly knocking the chair over. Shaking her head and waving her hands she backed away with widened eyes, purposely being dramatic to sell her case. "I can do A LOT of things but not THAT!" Yeah, she was running out of ammo, so best to blame the cat clause. At the look she was recieving from Penelope she felt her expression faulter tiredly. "What? I'm a dog person!"

Now on a roll again she shook her head and moved back and forth around the room. "It could never work him and I. We come from two different worlds." She shot an accusing look back at Penelope, hands on her own hips. "It's true! I read somewhere if you can't agree on pets chances are... You'll... Uh... Get a divorce!" Okay, jumping the gun big time but she was desperate.

"When are you supposed to meet him?"

"I'm not." Plan B. Execute.. NOW. She pretended to look at a non existant watch on her wrist. "Would ya look at the time.. He canceled." Of course that statement made absolutely no sense but she'd try anyways. "Best be along my way.." And with that she made a few sneaky, quick steps toward the door.

[Penelope Garcia]

Penelope, despite herself, was growing rather pleased that Krys seemed to be finding that this Oliver Davies was a rather fine catch of a gentleman. Ah, the sweet recognizance that came with near perfection. Oh. But he wasn't perfect. He had a speeding ticket last fall. That's what you get when you drive a mustang. Still, nothing that was a deal breaker. Krys' soft mutters were bringing the smile on Garcia's face to widen, especially when she mumbled about arriving early. 3.9 was impressive by any standards. The only person she knew that had graduated with above that was Reid.

Though, the comment that had really amused Garcia had come when she brought up the cat Oliver owned. That small little statement had spouted off a whirl of words from the younger analyst, and it seemed to become more and more entertaining as she continued.

"It could never work him and I. We come from two different worlds."

"You're right. There has never been a case of doggy and kitty alliance." Garcia mused sarcastically, continuing to pry through the file, but she stopped short hearing the word "divorce". She flashed her a look of amusement as she smiled behind her glasses. "Oh, then you really must be careful. Divorce is horrible after your first non-date." Though, now that the topic was brought up she did some extra prying.

"His parents are named Henry Davies and Karen Davies. They live in the area as well. Oh. Ritzy part of town." She lulled into a lapse of silence as she searched for what she was indeed looking for. "They have dogs," she added triumphantly, pointing to the screen excitedly and pointedly. "Seems that Mommy prefers lap dogs. There is a maltese named Nikki, and a..." She brought up the second vet bill. "Oh. German wire-haired pointer named Ruby." That one was older. Had a lot of trips to the vet under its belt.

"I think that is living proof it can work." Penelope sang pointedly, and then relinquished her computer to simply eye Krys. "You know, for someone who is insisting this is a non-date, you are being rather picky about your company." She added raising her eyebrows. Of course Garcia knew that it was in fact a date--it was just so fun to mess with others. If it didn't hurt them. And having a dashing man sweep you off to lunch? That couldn't hurt anybody.

Something twinged in her heart and she almost grimaced. Well, it could. It had happened to her. But hers had been dinner. Be wary of the dinners. Though, since such and accident she had taken lunch with other handsome men. Like Derek Morgan for instance. Lunch was safe. Krys tried to sneak out the door, but Penelope was hardly going to allow that.

Canceled? Oh. Good one, Krys. Garcia rolled her eyes. "I don't think so," her voice was slightly authoritative, despite her smile. "Why don't you just come right over here and sit down until you have to go. And besides. You'll need your purse." She dangled it ny the tip of her finger, a nice new one that matched her dress. Black, small. Didn't want anything too big for a date, after all.

[Krys Robin]

"You're right. There has never been a case of doggy and kitty alliance."

"So you understand!" Krys exclaimed breathlessly her arms outstretched in a gesture of 'oh thank god I don't have to explain'. Perhaps she was just falling into Penelope's trap but the momentary relief was welcomed. Krys Robin was well aware that she was grasping at straws just so she didn't have to walk out that door and to the date/meeting/friends thing with Oliver which she already knew wouldn't end well. How could it?

The man was attractive, smart, seemingly perfect how could he possibly be interested in someone like her? No one was. Was this a fluke, some cruel trick of nature? Was he having a good laugh at her expense with friends? Currently she couldn't even tell if she was actually attracted to him or just thought he looked 'pretty'. Penelope would say that was half the battle but Krys wasn't quite sure. She had boyfriends in the past, she had only slept with one which culminated with years of trust, but none of them were like Oliver. None sounded so good on paper and none were what Oliver was. What was the word? Suave. How was Krys going to deal with suave?

"Some people are cat people, some people are dog people. I like dogs. I'm a dog person. That means something, right?" She looked up with a weak, sick expression, a slight pout before she took to running her hands through her hair once more and pacing again.

"Oh, then you really must be careful. Divorce is horrible after your first non-date."

"I'm looking at this from all angles!" Krys defended herself, speaking up exasperatedly. She had caught her own faulter now and felt incredibly embarassed for it. "You have to look at these kind of things from all angles!" She could no longer hide her worry that it might have been a date. Her cheeks turned a light shade of red and she lowered her head, shaking it dismally.

"This is not good. This is not good at all." She sighed, she could feel her heart racing within the confines of her chest and she suddenly felt like she had run a marathon. Everything felt like it was pushing down on her, the walls felt like they were moving closer and she knew Penelope, sharing a similar mind, knew exactly why she was acting the way she was. Because it was a date.

"Why don't you just come right over here and sit down until you have to go. And besides. You'll need your purse."

She knew she was caught, though it wasn't any grand feat that she had been. She was a terrible liar when it came to spur of the moment responses, which was weird because she was remarkable at banter and covering her past. A heavy sigh and her shoulders shrugged. Finally she slowly crept toward the offered chair and plopped back down, though she didn't take the purse that Penelope was currently dangling like she was a kitty cat.

Now eager to change the topic in her sullen mood she straightened in her seat, glancing around. "Speaking of where's your resident eye candy?" She was of course referring of Derek Morgan.

[Penelope Garcia]

It was almost laughable, the way Krys tried so desperately to wriggle her way free of a date that she wouldn't even call by name. Cats and dogs? Please, there were bigger deal breakers! It also appeared that Krys had not caught an ounce of Garcia's beautiful sarcasm, and that alone sent the blonde analyst into a fit of quiet laughter.

"All angles? Spoken like a true agent," Garcia mused before leaning her head upon one of her palms and just looking up at the analyst as she seemed to drown in some sort of apprehension. You know, she thought off handedly. It wouldn't be so horrible if you'd just relax. Still, a smile played at the corner of her lips, and her brown eyes were sparkling.

"This is not good. This is not good at all."

Penelope rolled her eyes and turned her attention to a pen that was laying upon her desk. It was bright pink, a bit sparkly, and had a gigantic feather attached at the end. It was the feather that had finally enticed the blonde to pick it up and play with it, brushing it against her cheek lightly. "What about it is not good at all? From where I am standing," she pounded a key on the keyboard, bringing up her screens once more, upon Oliver's picture. "It looks all good."

"Speaking of where's your resident eye candy?"

"Somewhere out in the bullpen." Garcia said nonchalantly, though indeed she was quite excited to speak of him. Derek Morgan singlehandedly constituted all the strong bonds she had with her team. Eye candy? Certainly. A great person? Most definitely. However, she was not about to let Krys escape her own date by switching the attention. "But he is so much more than eye candy, sweetie. So much more." She tossed a playful glance at the brunette before pulling a wonderful work of her own slyness and adding, "Just like your little Davies."

[Krys Robin]

"Just because he's by all accounts a man and I, by all accounts, a female, doesn't make it a date." Krys continued to go on, shaking her head as she rambled while Garcia did her business with the computer. Two analysts. Two peas in a pod. One slightly more nervous than the other, okay INCREDIBLY more nervous, but still the resemblence in energy was uncanny regardless of how they harnessed it and chose to use it.

"Not everything has to be romantic Penelope. Why can't everything just be what people say they are? Why can't 'lets go to dinner' mean just that? People should just say what they mean. If it's a date people should automatically say 'Hey lets go eat and then back to my place for some hanky panky'. There. Done." Krys rambled off all at once to the point where she was actually red in the face. Of course if everyone followed Krys' rule of courtship then there'd be a lot less confusion in the world, but probably a tad more slapping in offense.

"It looks all good."

"That's the problem!" Krys was on her feet again a bit breathless from the rush of nervous excitement. "It looks TOO good. Don't you get it? I mean.. Look at me." Krys took a step back and gestured outward at herself before giving a tired, weak little smile and a defeated look. How come Garcia couldn't just be brutally honest and see the obvious factor in this equation of disaster?

"Guys like that-" She pointed to the computer screen. "Are never interested in girls like me!" This was so incredibly clear and obvious, how could the woman not see it? "Maybe in people like JJ, or that pretty girl from the beach, Katie.. Kelsey.. Kara! That's the one!" She clapped her hands together and approached Penelope, her voice going down gradually in volume. "But not me. And you know that. Don't you?"

A bit of a sigh and she found herself now stepping away, shifting unsurely she turned her back to the other analyst. "And besides, I don't even really want to go anyways. I don't even know this guy. I'm not even attracted and even if I was-" Oh boy, she was getting caught up now in the hypotheticals. Krys was attracted, not to Oliver, but she had the potential to be attracted to a man just like anyone else. The spark just wasn't there and even if it was, she would have avoided it. It's safer that way.

With another big sigh she turned around to face the blonde. "Please Penelope. I really just want to go back to my hotel room and watch 'KPax' until I pass out."