A Walk In the Park - What Not to Wear/Criminal Minds Crossover fic

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Title: A Walk In the Park
Rating: PG
Pairing: Morgan/Garcia (friendship - sorta), Stacy/Clinton (friendship - sorta)
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or it's characters. And Stacy and Clinton are their own people...I'm just a writer. =P
Author: zikki4eva (Alaina)
Author's Note: TOTES love Criminal Minds AND What Not to Wear so why not make a fic with both? It's been a LONG time since I've written anything with Morgan and Garcia so I'm afraid I'm pretty rusty. Don't forget to review though!

Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia were walking down the streets of New York City on a warm August night. The team was in NY for a case and needed Garcia to set up with them. They were in the computer room when a video of the recent murder was posted and Garcia got the lucky opportunity to view it first, causing her to get sick and run from the room. She may have been working for the BAU for about 6 years, but that doesn't mean she's gotten completely used to the images portrayed before her everyday. Derek, being the loving, hot, sweet best friend that he is, took her on a walk through Central Park.

"It's so beautifull here at night." Penelope commented, looking around the mostly empty park.

"It really is. I've always wanted to live here, ya know." Derek said.

"You did have the opportunity to a few years back." She said with a smirk.

"Yes, but then I wouldn't be able to call you all the time." He replied, looking at her with a grin.

"Maybe so, but that didn't mean we wouldn't talk at all. You would still be my cup of sugar and I would still be your-"

"-hot mama." He interrupted.

She giggled and bumped her shoulder into his.

"What would I do without you in my life, Derek Morgan?"

"The same thing I would do without you -- die."

She smiled and nodded. "That was positive."

"Hey, it's true!"

"Sure."

"Penelope!"

"Der- woah!"

Garcia ran into a very tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes. "I'm terribly sorry- OMG! You're Clinton Kelly!" Garcia shrieked happily.

Clinton smiled down at her. "Yes, I am."

"I love your book! And your show!"

Clinton chuckled. "Thank you. I'm sorry I ran into you."

"Oh, no, it's entirely my fault."

"No, I insist that it's-"

"CLINTON CHRISTOPHER KELLY! DAMMIT! You randomly leave me by the fountain and I freak out, thinking your dead and start running and break my heel! You better start prayin' boy! I have one hell of an arm!"

Morgan and Garcia watched as Clinton closed his eyes and slowly counted to three. Suddenly, a raven-haired woman with one 4-inch shoe on her foot and the broken heel and shoe in her hads appeared next to them.

"Are you just going to stand there? What the hell is your problem?" She continued to shout at him.

"Stacy, please, calm down. You're pissing me off."

"I'll calm down when you tell me why the hell you abandoned me! One second you're there, saying you'll buy me a new pair of shoes and the next you're gone!"

"I got distracted."

"Well, that explains a lot."

"Hey, you're Stacy London!" Penelope spoke up. Derek just stood there with a confused look on his face. Garcia would so make fun of him later, telling him he looked like Reid.

Stacy turned on her not-broken heel and stared at Garcia. "Yeah, are you a fan?"

"Yes!" Garcia smiled.

Stacy looked up and down at Garcia's outfit. It was "Classic Garcia". She was wearing black tights with orange pumps, a poofy black skirt with orange tulle underneath, an orange blouse, black skull earings, with her red hair in pigtails.

"Not to be mean, but do you watch it with the sound on?"

"Stacy!" Clinton scolded.

"Well, look at her, Clinton!" Garcia pouted and Derek frowned. "She's doing nothing for her gorgeous figure and face!"

At this, Penelope perked up and blushed.

"But you, honey." She was talking to Derek now. "Damn, you look great. Don't change a thing!"

Derek sort of grinned proudly. Garcia just rolled her eyes.

"Do you guys live here? You should give me a call, honey! I can help you out!" Stacy said excitedly.

"We don't live here." Derek finally spoke. "We're here for work."

"Oh? What kind of work?" Clinton questioned.

"We work with the BAU: Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI." He said.

"Uh oh. I guess I better flee the country before you find me! Ahaha..." Clinton said, laughing.

Derek just stared at him with the most serious expression he's seen on anyone's face. Clinton stopped laughing and cleared his throat, standing behind Stacy and setting his hands on her hips in case any sudden movements occur.

"So, are you guys investigating some murders or something? I haven't heard anything on the news." Stacy asked, intrigued.

"The information is kind of classified and we don't want the press getting a hold of it. So, if you could keep it on the down-low, we'd very much appreciate it." Derek said, keeping his eyes on Clinton.

"Oh, totally. Well, it was so nice meeting you! We have to go. I hope you win the case! Or solve the case...or whatever the hell you call it!" Stacy said.

Penelope smiled. "Thanks! I hope to see you around!"

"Goodbye!" Clinton said, as each pair started going in different directions.

Derek just glared at Clinton in response.
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"I'm pretty sure you scared Clinton shitless." Garcia said, hitting Morgan in the arm.

"Hey, he looked shifty to me."

"Derek, you're a profiler. What fashion consultant is shifty?"

Derek just frowned and looked straight ahead.
 
"Wow. I wish I had a camera. You so look like Reid right now."

"I do not!"

"Do too!"

"Penelope!"

"Derek!" She mocked.

He was quiet for a moment and pouted. "I don't look like Reid when I'm confused."

"Yes, you do, but that's ok because I love you anyway."

She kissed his cheek and he grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together.

"Do you think they were together?" Garcia asked.

"I don't know!"

"Morgan! You're the profiler!"

"Well, judging by their body language, they seemed closer than most friends."

"Oh my God."

"What? What?!" He asked.

"You are so Reid."

"I AM NOT!"
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"They were sweet." Stacy said, lacing her finger's through Clinton's, now holding both shoes in her hands.

"He was scary." Clinton pouted.

"You're a wuss." Stacy said, laughing.

"I am not! He's just a scary FBI agent."

Stacy rolled her eyes. "You're the goofiest man I know and that's why I love you."

"Yeah?"

"Mmmhhmm." 

They walked in silence for a few minutes. "He was hot."

"Stacyyyy..." He whined.

"What?! He was!"

"Ugh." 

"Do you think they're together?"

"They seem like it. And if not, they totally should be. Even I could feel the sexual tension when they were standing together." He shrugged.

"Why did you leave me at the fountain earlier?" She asked, looking up at him. She was so short without her heels.

"Whaa?" He said.

"Earlier, you left me by the fountain. Why?"

"Oh." His face turned a little red. "I saw a flower that I wanted to give you, but I ran into that girl."

"A flower?"

"Yeah. It would look gorgeous in you hair."

Stacy snuggled herself into Clinton's arm and said, "You are the sweetest man in the world, did you know that?"

"Maybe."

THE END. This is so not how I thought this story would end up, but I totes love it! And that's rare! I hope you all love it, too! Review, please!!!