Table For One

[Krys Robin]

OOC: Until a mission comes up I'll put Krys here- When a mission comes up I can say she's in town to help the team out with that . I hope that's okay.))

Krys Robin was constantly in a state of being uprooted from, what she loosely referred to as, home. She lived in an apartment in New York, a small modest place which was paid for by the Counter Terrorist Division of the FBI of which she was hacker. Unfortunately when a division of the FBI paid for where you lived (not to mention kept you out of jail for hacking) they could send you where ever they liked.

Krys was constantly loaned out to various divisions, even to ones that already had their own hackers. Now Krys certainly wasn't the best around but being of a younger age she possessed a few tricks that other hackers (a few years older in age) did not have. So more so than her being a lone dog and being a rebel without a cause she sat along side them, or rather bounced next to them, taking in their words of wisdom while busily typing away her own. This was one of those occasions.

They had went and leant her over to BAU in Quantico, something Krys wasn't thrilled about (she missed her own computer lair). But not being thrilled didn't mean that she couldn't be excited. She knew of their own computer whiz, Garcia and she was a fan of her work. She had actually met her once, toward the beginning of Krys' own career, but she wasn't sure if the zainy woman would even remember her. Then again it wasn't like you could forget Krys. She was constantly chugging red bull, bouncing about, making comedic remarks. She wasn't exactly an easily forgettable person and yet... Stranger things have happened.

Krys sat in the coffeeshop. Her brown hair actually combed (for once) but it was slung into a ponytail, as it usually was when she was working. True she wasn't at work but her laptop was currently out in front of her as she busily typed away. Of course she wasn't actually doing any productive work. She was just playing a game of tetris. Occasionally she'd stop to take a sip of her strawberry/raspberry Italian Soda.

That was Krys. Odd in just about every way. In a coffeeshop even though she despised coffee and yet willing to pay the rip off price of around five bucks for sprite with two squirts of syrup. Ah well, it wasn't her money. She was on the company dime here.

[Penelope Garcia]

It had been a late night; and certainly not the kind one Penelope Garcia held in high regard. There had been no bars, clubs, movies, or men. It had been one nice long date with her computer in the blonde's office at Quantico. JJ had given the team a new case. And, as always, that meant working long hours until it was closed.

It had not taken long for the team to solve their case this time. It seemed that the killer had been particularly unorganized, and had begun to deteriorate quickly. It had led to a quick, albeit dangerous, capture that had been miraculously pulled off by the agents. But their closed case only meant another was to come. So, Garcia had pulled herself out of bed at an earlier time than normal, intent on getting coffee at the little shop on the way in to work.

She adorned bright colors, as was her signature around the office and stepped out the door. As she pulled into a parking spot in front of the shop, the woman mused lovingly that her little ducklings would be just about ready to take off to fly home. Her heart could be at ease, then, until the next case sent them away again. She dispelled the thought quickly, though, and made her way to the counter to place an order.

Garcia was not at work yet. Foul thoughts such as those could very well wait. Until then, she would be glad that they had helped another city rid itself of a dangerous criminal, and bask in the wonderful, safe return of her teammates. And the aroma of the coffee she had just gotten.

Taking a deep breath, and exhaling in a tired sigh, the woman turned. She had not yet decided whether she was to sit in the shop to enjoy her caffeine, or take it with her to the office. However the minute she turned, it seemed her eyes caught sight of someone she seemed to recognize. For a moment she stared at the young woman, seated and enjoying her own moments of relaxation.

It seemed Garcia felt a common ground between them. She was, after all, a profiler of sorts; whether she was certified or not. Perhaps it was a subconscious connection with her workplace, but the analyst immediately pegged her as a hacker. Her friendly personality seemed to guide her over to the side of the brunette's table. "You seem familiar." She smiled. "This may seem like a strange question, but do you work for the FBI?" Well, that had come out completely brash. Still, if the young woman there did work for the FBI, it was possible that Garcia had known her from there. And judging by her age, it seemed it was likely that she could have spoken to her when she was just a recruit.

[Krys Robin]

"You seem familiar."

Krys had been pretty wrapped up in her semi unproductive round of Tetris when Penelope's voice caught her off guard. Already jumpy from the copious amounts of sugar, caffine, and Red Bulls that coursed its way through her system she let out a bit of a surprised yelp jerking in her spot, nearly knocking her Italian Soda over but managing to still it at the last moment.

Looking up with her brown eyes she finally saw the brightly colored woman and recognized her right away. Even if she hadn't she would have relaxed seeing as there was no gun, knife, or other dangerous object present. Krys was kind of blind in that sense. As long as nothing was blatantly pointed at her she didn't see any harm. Some day that might get her into trouble, but not today.

"I do?" She asked with a tilted head before answering her own question. "I do." She nodded with a little bit of a friendly smirk, her signature as she moved her knees up on the chair, kneeling on the seat and closing her laptop in the process.

"I know you. You're Garcia." Krys declared with a knowing little smile. Out of habit she tended to refer to people by their last names. Most people in her line of work did. "You're like the best around." Krys smiled brightly. She couldn't help but look up to the woman... She was shorter.

"We've met before." Draping her arms over the table and her black laptop which was covered in stickers from just about everywhere: From bananas at the store, from the little quarter machines you could find at the store, the kind you get from decent assignments when you did a decent job in elementary schools.

"This may seem like a strange question, but do you work for the FBI?"

"Counter terrorism." Krys nodded brightly, already antsy she slid her legs back down, seemingly unable to sit still. "But occasionally I'm put out on loan. Like a library book!" She went on with another bright, colorful expression on her fair face.

Quickly, as it tended to, Krys' attention was redirected. "You're kind of my hero." Krys seemed to lack a common sense factor when speaking to people. Some found it adorable, others alarming. But there was no changing it. It seemed she missed that self conscious stage of her childhood (perhaps when her perfectionist parents were knocking it out of her, in particular her drunken father).

"Your firewall is beyond brilliant." Krys shook her head in a state of disbelief as she recounted such technological things that others would be completely bored with. "I only got into it once and it took you like four seconds to kick me right out. It was awesome!" Blinking her smile faded as she realized what she said. "It was a uh.. Slow Tuesday.."

[Penelope Garcia]

For a moment, even the analyst wondered if it had been the right idea to approach the younger woman. She had not realized someone could be so startled by her. They did, after all, normally see her approach with her bright colors. But it seemed a simple three words sent the girl into the air for a moment. Garcia jumped a bit at the sheer reaction she received, almost sloshing the hot liquid over her hand.

She managed to keep everything under control on her part though; it was instinct. Coffee was always held tightly. A product, perhaps, of her long hours on the clock, and sitting in front of her expensive machines. Nonetheless, Garcia was a bit drowsy from the little bit of rest she had gotten the night previous, and she wished to make doubly sure none of the life-giving drink had splattered. So, she took a moment to check.

Pleased that none had escaped she looked back up to the girl, who seemed to have shifted herself, and closed her computer. And she no longer looked startled; in fact, it seemed the brunette smirked up at her. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya,” she mumbled, once more letting a smile work it’s way across her face.

"I know you. You're Garcia. You're like the best around.”

Instantly, the blonde was beaming. “Ah, my reputation precedes me!” She exclaimed in a show of mock egotism. It was a signature of hers, perhaps. But even Garcia knew she had her limits. She just never spoke of them.

And the small woman’s next words confirmed that they had in fact met. But by that point in the conversation, Garcia had grown more certain she had. Still, a sense of relief washed over her that this was not going to turn into one of those awkward meetings.

"Counter terrorism."

“Counter terrorism? That’s exciting.” Penelope actually didn’t really know what to say. She recalled the times the BAU had been pulled into terrorist activity. She did not particularly care for it, really. It had worn her nerves through, for certain. To know that so many people counted on your impeccable work was a bit intimidating. But then again, her work was always impeccable.

My, the girl was antsy! In just this short exchange of words, it seemed to Garcia that she had shifted herself plenty in the little chair. It was likely she was just sugared up; what with the soda opened beside her. "But occasionally I'm put out on loan. Like a library book!"

Garcia was amused at such a show of enthusiasm on the topic of being uprooted from her normal work environment to be sent somewhere new. Garcia’s position was very well regular. And she was eternally grateful for that. A few times Penelope had been flown out on scene for the team. But it was rare, and she was glad. She opened her mouth to say something witty in response to do with people “checking her out”, but was instantly silenced by the woman calling Garcia her hero.

"Your firewall is beyond brilliant. I only got into it once and it took you like four seconds to kick me right out. It was awesome!"

Garcia’s face turned to that of shock once more, and then a bit displeased. If there was one thing Penelope Garcia did not take kindly to, it was people who hacker her own system. “You tried to hack me?” It was almost said in disbelief. Still, the girl seemed pleasant enough and she slowly released her irked expression. “That’s impressive.” She admitted with a smile.

The blonde was tired of standing there, and instantly invited herself to sit with the other agent, dropping into the seat across from her. “You know, I am really sorry, because I know you know who I am…but I don’t remember your name.”

Anyone capable of hacking her system---even for four seconds---was going to be worth getting to know. Perhaps, tracings of irritation still lingered on the outskirts of Penelope’s mind. But it was simply a protectiveness for her friends. It was clear that she had meant no harm in trying. As she said, it had simply been slow.

[Krys Robin]

“Counter terrorism? That’s exciting.”

"I guess so. I kind of just was thrown into it. They love their computer people there. You'd think I'd get paid better." Krys gave her a little smile accompanied by a shrug of the shoulders. "It's just a lot of people trying to rush you and yelling at you when you're not fast enough, even though they couldn't hack a simple Middle School system and they expect you to hack a foreign, occasionally non existant one.." Okay, she was rambling, and she realized this. She was just so darned excited to see someone that she knew, let alone someone as talented as Penelope Garcia.

"You must love what you do though huh? Seeing as you're still.. Well... Here." A little glimpse of actual seriousness from Krys, a rare display that she only showcased when she was comfortable. And as quick as it had come it was gone again.

"At least they let me get Italian Sodas on the company dime though." Krys offered, trying desperately to be positive and to not go back into the area of actual emotion. She was up on her knees again in her seat. It seemed that when the young woman didn't have a task to focus on she was physically unable to sit still. Maybe that stemmed from the reasoning that in Counter Terrorism you always had to be onyour toes and rushing about. That, and the countless energy drinks Krys Robin downed.

“You tried to hack me?”

Krys' smile noticably vanished and was instantly replaced with a worried, almost puppy dog, sort of look. Had she offended this woman somehow? She was always managing to do that. Say something wrong around people and hurt them which is why she chose to spend most of her time around machines. Well, computers anyways, and the occasional washer or drier when she had quarters.

"Only when I was bored." She offered in a quiet voice as if that was any excuse that would make the blonde feel better. Oh god, how she wished to sink back into her chair. This must've been like telling Picasso you let your four year old fingerpaint on his artwork.. Then again, who could tell? Not unless someone blabbed.. Like she did.

“That’s impressive.”

"Really?" Krys' brown eyes momentarily brightened, more so with relief than anything else. This was quickly replaced with disbelief when one of her heroes actually seemed to comment her. This was quickly washed away when Garcia invited herself to sit down and now Krys was all excitement like a little kid on Christmas morning.

"Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. I mean.. Whoah. I mean, I'm decent at hacking firewalls but I can't make them let alone as inpenetrable as you. It's seriously awesome." Now she was practically leaning on the table while kneeling in her chair, eager eyes focused on the woman. "I completely envy you."

“You know, I am really sorry, because I know you know who I am…but I don’t remember your name.”

"Krys. Krys Robin." She spoke right up without hesitation. There was absolutely no pause between Penelope's words and her own. Her hand stuck right for a handshake, and if need be she would look like a total idiot if the sentiment wasn't returned. She'd be okay with that. She had always been a bit of an oddball/outcast.

"It's okay that you didn't remember my name." Krys went on, giving a bit of a lopsided smile. "I wouldn't remember me either." Then again, who exactly could forget the energetic young woman with mismatched clothes and such an odd way of carrying herself. But it seemed that people like Krys and Penelope ran into odd sorts every single day, they all kind of just blended together eventually.

Just then her computer let out a low pitched couple of notes and Krys looked to the screen and frowned. "Darn. I left my game going." Looking up her frown immediately disappeared and she was smiling again. "You play Tetris?"

[Penelope Garcia]

“You'd think I'd get paid better."

The blonde raised the cup of coffee to her lips and proceeded to take a drink; those words caught her a bit off guard, however, and the woman instead gave into laughter for a few moments. The air of the laughter, though, was laced with wryness. “Hunny, you would think we all get paid better.”

With her years she had logged in the service of the BAU, Penelope was sure of one thing: there was no salary that could make someone stare at death all day like she did. Like her teammates did. What kept the jobs filled was the compulsion to do good, and help others. With the hours they were on call and had to log, there was nothing else that would bring her back. Still, she would never have imagined herself in any other position.

"You must love what you do though huh? Seeing as you're still.. Well... Here."

Garcia offered a slight smile. “Now that I know what’s out there…I can’t just leave.” It was the truth. Sure, killers had always existed; even when she had been a teen she had known that serial killers, psychopaths and the other sickos were around. The difference between then and now? Then they had been far-off entities that never would really touch her. Now, she dealt with them daily.

The girl was quite chipper. It was refreshing to the analyst. Sometimes, she felt like she was the only one who tried to smile. Hotch certainly had lost his long ago. Still, it seemed the girl picked up a bit on Garcia’s tense nerves at the mention of her system being hacked; and the cheerful demeanor seemed to vanish before her eyes. But it returned in full force at the compliment she had offered.

"Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. I mean.. Whoah. I mean, I'm decent at hacking firewalls but I can't make them let alone as inpenetrable as you. It's seriously awesome.”

Penelope was grinning again, as the girl seemed to ramble. Krys, as she soon learned her name was. Hardly a name she would forget this time. “Well, I am glad that my awesome is known outside of my team,” she laughed lightly in jest. Of course, it was simply a personality quirk of hers. That she would make such bold and brash comments about herself. Compliments were something Garcia dished out often. Especially about herself.

“And there is no need to be envious, Krys,” she offered. “In a few years, you will certainly be able to learn how to take down all my firewalls.” A few more years practice, and Krys might very well be equipped enough in the dealings of computers to take Garcia on. By then, she would be slightly obsolete.

She was not going to resign to old age easily, though. Garcia was going to make sure her firewalls stayed a force to be reckoned with. A smile danced across her face at the sheer thought and then took another sip of her drink.

“So. You normally stationed in Quantico? Don’t think I normally see you around here.”

[Krys Robin]

“And there is no need to be envious, Krys,” she offered. “In a few years, you will certainly be able to learn how to take down all my firewalls.”

"You think so?" Her voice sounded hopeful, for a moment she didn't even believe her fellow hacker. But this was Penelope Garcia. What reason did she have to humor her? In fact she was fairly certain a woman that barely knew her would have no reason to baby her nor coddle her. So it had to be genuine and instantly her heart was racing as she once again shifted in her seat.

"Awesome." She smiled and reached out closing her laptop with a click. Tetris was now forgotten and she began to slide the machine into her messenger bag. Closing the flap and buckling it shut she looked back to Penelope. "Not if you keep getting better. I'll never catch up." She offered. She realized that some hackers could be just as territorial and proud as she was so she had to at least throw that out there.

And then a wild idea crossed her mind, though the socially awkward young woman felt a bit embarassed to even ask (which was an oddity in itself). "Do you think, maybe, if I email you some coding you could take a look at the new profiling system I'm coming up with for Counter Terror?" She boldly asked, there was no other way for her to be really.

"It's just a little program.." She went on, so not to scare the woman off. "I just need a second pair of eyes to... Look... It over." God did she ever sound silly. Even she could hear it in herself!

She had been working on this new program in semi-secret for a few months. It had been a little side project of hers that she worked on since she didn't, well, go out a lot. There weren't a lot of friend options for a young hacker. Her employers were often too old while people younger than her were still working in the mall to pay off college debt.

“So. You normally stationed in Quantico? Don’t think I normally see you around here.”


"Well, I guess the closest thing to home would be New York... But they send me out to DC a bit, to some colleges in various states.. Occasionally I get leant out to prescincts..." She then took a sip from her straw of her Italian soda, enjoying the fizziness on her tongue. "I've only been to Qunatico twice. This makes three."

Finishing off her last sip of soda she put the empty container down on the table. "I have to speak at a college or something. I don't know why they make me do that. My superior said it's cause I'm young but that makes me feel like a cheesey Abercrombie add." Reaching up to her ponytail she undid the rubberband before redoing her ponytail, though, once she redid it, it was just as messy. "Do they make you do those?"

[Penelope Garcia]

"Not if you keep getting better. I'll never catch up."

Garcia flashed a confident grin and raised her eyebrows pointedly. "Oh, I never said you'd catch up. I just said you'd be able to beat the firewall." It was said in jest, and naturally her light tone reflected it. It seemed that Krys was a fan of hers, and if she was a fan; she would understand and know her humor.

"Do you think, maybe, if I email you some coding you could take a look at the new profiling system I'm coming up with for Counter Terror?"

Now, this had taken Garcia a bit off guard. Analysts, as a generic trait--perhaps it was part of the profile, oddly enough--kept to themselves. This suited her well enough, at times. Still, Penelope enjoyed the company of others. And more than the company of others, the quirky blonde loved to help them. Checking out a bit of code for someone? It wouldn't take her too long, and it would not only help Krys herself, but in the long run, many other people.

"I would love to. What's it for?" She asked. Then, a thought came over her. "That is, if I am allowed to know," she smiled playfully. It was not something new to the woman. Secrecy was all part of the job description. It was also, however, a part she was willing to ignore if it felt wrong. It was, perhaps, a bit of her rebellious personality shining through. If it was one trait that Penelope knew she would never lose of herself, it was the strong compass she had of what she thought was right and wrong. It didn't always correlate with others', but it felt wrong to forget herself like that. "Either way, send it over and I will definitely take a look."

"Well, I guess the closest thing to home would be New York... But they send me out to DC a bit, to some colleges in various states.. Occasionally I get leant out to prescincts..."

"Loaned out? Sounds like loads of fun," Garcia laughed. Living in New York, though. That did sound like fun. "You must love New York, then. It's gotta be nice to live in the big city." Garcia loved where she lived. But, she was also one for a good time. And there was certainly no better place for a night on the town than the big city.

"Do they make you do those?"

Garcia took another sip of her coffee as she shook her head. "No, I don't get sent anywhere." She laughed. "I pretty much stay in a dark room with multiple computer screens. I know someone who does though; Dr. Reid, if you've met him. I guess his super genius skills help lure people into the grips of the FBI." The words were light and nice, though accented with a slight laughter.

[Krys Robin]

"I would love to. What's it for?"

"It's just a new system of storing and searching potential suspects in cases and keeping them on file. Just a lot less digging involved. Now they'll all be catergorized on one system. Type in a past charge, a name, or a description and wham-bam-thankyouma'am you have a list. It's a lot better than the ridiculously slow system we're working with now." Krys was rambling and she was well aware of it but she couldn't help but be particularly proud of her little project. It wasn't like she'd recieve a gold medal or something but it kept her busy and it kept her from thinking about other things: Her past, her lack of friends, lack of a life, and how damn lonely she was.

"It's pretty much the current system with a few fancy knick knacks and three times as fast." Speed meant everything in his business, Krys had learned that relatively quick. Especially when you were behind a computer you couldn't exactly lay back and take your time. Teams needed information quickly in order to function, move on, or furthermore: survive. "I'll send you the first few files."

"You must love New York, then. It's gotta be nice to live in the big city."

"It's alright." Krys shrugged her face crinkling up in an almost childlike manner. "I don't exactly get to do anything outside of the lair when I'm there." She admitted, out of anyone maybe Penelope would understand.

Krys was a hardworker and she was in demand so a great deal of her time was spent in the computer lab or on call. This left little time for friends or going out, and even if she did have the time she was kind of an oddball, and at her young age working for the FBI and nearly being arrested for hacking it was kind of a turn off for potential friends around her age. In fact, if pressed, the only friends that she would be able to list would be her superiors and people she passed by in the hallway at the headquarters for Counter Terror.

"I mean, I wish I could but I don't exactly have the time to.." She was struggling to find the words and it all tasted like word vomit within the confines of her mouth. Somehow she eventually managed to force out the words. "Party on?" Gosh, wasn't that a quote from a movie? She figured it probably was, she did love the movies.

"I pretty much stay in a dark room with multiple computer screens. I know someone who does though; Dr. Reid, if you've met him. I guess his super genius skills help lure people into the grips of the FBI."

"No. I haven't." Krys said with her brow wrinkled all over again in thought until she momentarily brightened. "Is he the one with the black hair?" She sat up on her knees again as if to illustrate and demonstrate, her two favorite things to do with her body. She always had very expressive body language. "And he always looks so angry like he was on the swings and some kid kicked him off?" Immediately her face scrunched up and she crossed her arms over her chest, playing a round of makeshift charades with the woman.

As quickly on the beat that her impression of Aaron Hotchner began it faded away and she sat right back in her seat. "Cause I've seen him once. Not sure if he liked me. I opted for a highfive before I spoke and he didn't dish one out. Unless he had something against highfives." There she went- thinking aloud again. Some habits just couldn't be helped. Once again, it was dropped.

"I wish I was on a team like you guys." She swerved with the topic again, though she was being genuinely honest. "From the way you talk about your team, I can kinda tell." Krys gave a bit of a shy smile and moved to rest her laptop bag in her lap, her hands ontop of it. "I wish I could be on a team like that. I doubt in Counter if the team knows anything but my identification number."

[Penelope Garcia]

"...Type in a past charge, a name, or a description and wham-bam-thankyouma'am you have a list..."

Garcia's grin grew. "Oh, and speed is everything." Garcia offered in agreement. "I will be sure to take a look at it. Counter Terror needs every bit of help your system can bring them. And techs everywhere will be thankful," she added thoughtfully. Her system was similar; she mused she could definitely be of assistance here. Lists were her specialty. "I will look for them. I assume you've hacked to find my e-mail?" She smiled playfully. It was not like her e-mail was a complete secret; if you accessed the FBI database and searched for her, you were bound to find it. Still, Garcia was always one to keep things light and fun.

"I don't exactly get to do anything outside of the lair when I'm there."

"Oh. The lairs seem to keep everyone on a ball and chain. It's like a marriage to a room." She laughed. "Only not nearly as gratifying as a man," she smirked. Penelope's humor always rested on the borderline of the risque. It was something, in her opinion, that added a signature to her conversations. She was always one who valued a signature.

And she enjoyed seeing other people's signature. As Krys began to mimic who she thought was Reid, it became increasingly clear she was referring to their team leader. "Oh, no!" Garcia laughed. "That would be Hotch. Agent Hotchner. You know I have actually seen him smile." She added pointedly. "At a physics magic trick, no less. Of all the things." She was a bit bemused and bewildered by that. But the blonde was not one to judge someone for where they found their pleasures. Not everybody was a fan of comics and computers after all. But, anybody who was worth it did. She smiled inwardly.

"I wish I was on a team like you guys."

Garcia took another sip of her coffee, though her smile faded a bit, and some of her mothering traits began to emerge. "Have you thought of transferring?" She asked softly. "BAU is always looking for skilled tech analysts. There are other teams, not just mine." And all were just as close-knit as her own little family. That's what they were. A family. And she would never trade them for anything.

[Krys Robin]

"I will look for them. I assume you've hacked to find my e-mail?"

"That's my Friday activity." Krys joked with a bit of a smile. It was easy enough to get a person's email, and you didn't even have to be a hacker to do it! Word of mouth, calling in, or just asking a superior were all ways that even a five year old could accomplish. But she didn't want to tell Garcia that and embarass herself, so she'd at least attempt to be coy and pretend that she hacked it without outright saying she did. That way it wasn't lying.. It was being modest.

"The magic of google." She sighed, leaning back in her seat for a moment hoping that Penelope would take it for the joke that was intended. Leaning back forward she draped her arms ontop of her laptop bag, looking to the blonde. "I'll send it to you tonight." This was actually exciting to Krys. Someone actually wanted to look at one of her little inventions. It also didn't hurt that the someone was Penelope Garcia.

"Only not nearly as gratifying as a man."

"Yeah. Because I know that kind of gratification well." Krys gave a half little laugh mixed in with a scoff, decent cover when they reached a topic she wasn't exactly good with.

She had boyfriends, she had been intimate, she had lost her virginity so she really wasn't inexperienced. The issue was FINDING someone who liked her and wasn't repulsed by her. Then the issue became her trusting someone enough after all she had been through. And then the issue became revealing to the person the scars on her body from her past and having to explain them. Finally the issue was staying, and that was never something that either party had been good at.

"At a physics magic trick, no less. Of all the things."

"What exactly does that entail?" She questioned with a scrunched up face and tilt of the head. "Does someone like, pull a equation out of their butt or what? Because I've seen that done before metaphorically of course." To be honest she was kind of enjoying speaking to Penelope. The woman didn't stare at her like she had two heads and didn't seem disgusted by her. It was actually refreshing and reminded her a bit of where she worked in the city.

"Have you thought of transferring?" She asked softly. "BAU is always looking for skilled tech analysts. There are other teams, not just mine."

"Sometimes." The data analyst admitted with a shrug, shifting some in her seat at the table. "But then I realize all of the awesome benefits Counter has. I get to travel on company dime, my apartment is paid for, I have my own little lair all to myself..." All the time. Alone in the dark. "It's a really good deal if you think about it." She added in a hopeful voice, who that was supposed to reassure she had no idea.

Looking to the cellphone beside her right hand she blinked, startled and rose to her feet. "I should really get going." She shoved the blue phone into her pants pocket giving Penelope a tired smile. "I'm actually supposed to be hacking into a system now for the local PD in ten." Krys fixed the strap of her laptop bag which stretched right across her chest. "Apparently you can't even blog anymore without someone getting pissed."

Another little smile as she pushed a few strands of brown hair behind her ear. "It was nice to officially meet you Penelope."

[Penelope Garcia]

"The magic of google."

"Ah yes. Many a man would be lost without such a glorious search engine," Penelope replied with an amplified sense of reverence. "If only it could make them stop and ask for directions!" She mused playfully. She took yet another sip of her coffee, though this time, her brain seemed to register it was no longer hot in the least. It seemed she had run her mouth for quite some time.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a promise from Krys that she would in fact send the files tonight. "I shall check them over then. Probably have them back to you by tomorrow night---if it stays this slow." It was a qualifier she was sure the other technical analyst would understand and respect. Things were always crazy around the FBI, no matter what branch you worked in. The down time? It was simply a matter of chance and luck that it would come at all.

And everybody respected it, when they had it.

"Yeah. Because I know that kind of gratification well."

The tone that had been inflected had taken Garcia aback a bit. "Oh, come on. A good looking girl like yourself has to have had some wonderful experiences." It was entirely forward, and bold. Though, that had never stopped Penelope Garcia. It could be perceived as a character flaw by some. But it didn't bother the blonde at all. In fact, she accompanied it with a brazen grin.

"Does someone like, pull a equation out of their butt or what? Because I've seen that done before metaphorically of course."

Garcia laughed before answering. "No. But, I have got to admit, some math seems like magic, doesn't it? No, it was some sort of home-made rocket. Reid let it off in the office. Hotch smiled. No idea what it entailed. He wouldn't let us watch him mix the ingredients." She paused for a moment to recall something she had looked up later.

"I, of course, looked up a few things on the wonderful internet. It was probably just baking soda and water." But Reid was so brilliant, he could have played it off as something much more complex. Nobody dared challenge him in anything; physics was not bound to be any different.

"It's a really good deal if you think about it."

She nodded in understanding. Sometimes, all she wanted was a little time alone. Still, at heart Penelope was quite a social person. Always there to crack the right witty remark that would have everybody grinning and smiling. And, of course, interacting with others was something she was incredibly fond of. "I guess it is. I just like the fact they wiped my record clean."

Then Krys expressed her need of leave, and it caused Garcia to pull out her own phone to look at the time. Man, she thought disheartened. I was here way longer than I should have been. She raised her brown eyes to Krys' as she stood. "I completely need to be into work myself. My team got back last night---I need to go see them."

"It was nice to officially meet you Penelope."

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Krys." She smiled cheerily. "I will look for the files, and get them back to you ASAP. Feel free to get in touch with me if you ever need anything else. It's not like I leave the computer much." She jested once more, standing herself. "Good luck with the hacking," she added in a friendly manner. It didn't seem like she would need the luck, especially if she had succeeded with momentarily hacking her own system. Still, it would have seemed rude to not make mention of it at all.

[Krys Robin]

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