Summary: Elle Greenaway arrives at Penelope Garcia’s home after a tough case, looking forward to some rest. Penelope offers her comfort and warmth, preparing a cozy evening to help Elle unwind.
Elle Greenaway stepped into Penelope Garcia’s cozy living room, her suitcase in tow, as she surveyed the room with a soft smile. She had just wrapped up a difficult case out of state, and though it had been exhausting, the thought of spending a night at Penelope’s place made her feel a little lighter. The timing couldn’t have been better — her apartment was being fumigated for the next few days, and Garcia had generously offered to let her crash at her place.
“Babe!” Penelope called from the kitchen, a faint sound of pots and pans clattering in the background. “You made it! Come here, I’ll fix you something to eat, and we can just… unwind.”
Elle’s heart swelled at the thought. It felt good to hear Penelope’s voice, comforting and familiar after days of working non-stop. She dropped her suitcase by the door and made her way to the kitchen, finding Penelope wearing her usual vibrant attire — a technicolor dream in the form of a floral print dress and bright red boots.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Elle said, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. She leaned against the counter, watching Penelope dance around, setting plates and spoons with a grace that only someone like Garcia could manage.
Penelope twirled around, showing off her dress. “Ta-da! What do you think? I made us spaghetti. I know it’s not a five-star meal, but it’s comfort food, and after all the crazy this week, we need it.”
Elle chuckled, feeling the weight of her day melt away. “You don’t have to impress me, you know,” she said softly. “I’m just glad to be here.”
Penelope paused, offering a wink. “Good. Because I wasn’t trying to impress you. I just wanted you to relax.”
They ate dinner while talking about everything and nothing, the conversation easy and lighthearted. At some point, as they finished off the last of their wine, Penelope turned to Elle with a mischievous grin.
“So… you’re crashing here for the night, right?” Penelope asked, her voice playful.
Elle raised an eyebrow. “Well, I don’t think I can go anywhere else.”
Penelope looked her up and down. “I think you might need something a little more… comfortable. Something that says, ‘I’m staying at my girlfriend’s house and I’m going to relax and let go.’”
Elle tilted her head, a little confused. “What are you getting at, exactly?”
Penelope stood up, walking over to her closet, and Elle had the briefest moment of dread — *What did she have in mind?* She had seen Penelope’s closet before, and it was filled with an array of colors, patterns, and quirky outfits that Elle knew were more Penelope’s style than hers.
“Well,” Penelope said, turning around with a bright, twinkling smile. “I think I have just the thing.”
The outfit she presented was a brightly colored pajama set — a mix of yellows, blues, and pinks that practically screamed ‘fun.’ Penelope held it up to Elle’s body, looking her over with an expression that made Elle laugh.
“You can’t be serious,” Elle said, clearly amused but also slightly apprehensive. “This isn’t exactly… my style.”
“Oh, I know,” Penelope replied, practically bouncing. “But it will be fun! Just for tonight. You can be a little less serious with me, right?”
Elle glanced between Penelope’s hopeful face and the ridiculous outfit in her hands, then sighed dramatically. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“I know,” Penelope teased, winking as she handed the clothes over.
With a resigned laugh, Elle retreated to the bathroom to change. When she came back out, Penelope’s eyes went wide. Elle had to admit, it was a little ridiculous seeing herself in the mismatched, oversized colors, but something about Penelope’s excitement made her feel oddly happy in the outfit.
Penelope clapped her hands. “Oh my god, you’re adorable! Look at you, all colorful and cute!”
Elle blushed slightly, tugging at the sleeves of the top. “Okay, okay, I get it, you win,” she said with a grin. “I’ll admit, this is pretty comfy.”
Penelope sat down on the couch, patting the space next to her. “See? Sometimes, you just have to let go of all that tough-girl, black-and-grey vibe and be… well, *this*.” She waved her hands as if presenting a masterpiece.
Elle sat beside her, shaking her head but grinning. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but I’m your ridiculous,” Penelope replied, leaning in for a quick kiss on Elle’s cheek.
Elle leaned into the kiss, closing her eyes for a moment. “And I wouldn’t change a thing.”
They spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, wrapped in blankets, binge-watching some cheesy crime documentary that Penelope insisted was “totally true crime, but with a twist.” Elle had never been much of a fan of true crime shows, but with Penelope by her side, the night felt perfect. She didn’t even mind the rainbow-colored pajamas anymore. It was just another way to feel closer to the woman she loved.
As the credits rolled, Penelope shifted, resting her head against Elle’s shoulder. “You’re a good sport, you know that?”
Elle smiled, kissing the top of Penelope’s head. “Only for you.”
Penelope sighed contentedly. “Good. Because tomorrow, we’re doing the same thing. Same outfit, same couch. I’m not letting you leave.”
Elle chuckled softly. “Sounds like a plan, Garcia.”
And for the first time in a while, Elle let herself relax completely, wrapped in color and love, grateful for the softness of the moment — and the woman who made her world just a little bit brighter.
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i once believed love would be burning red (but it’s golden)
summary: They say opposites attract, and it’s true, because all those consumed by darkness need a light to guide them through.
OR
Somehow, Penelope Garcia has broken down the walls Elle spent years building up, all with just a pink light-up pen and a stack of post-it notes.
pairing: penelope garcia x elle greenaway (penelle)
word count: 2k
a/n: recently been thinking abt them
read on ao3 or below the cut
tagged: @moreidstrobed
Fresh coffee in hand, along with some files from JJ’s office, Penelope makes her way back to her lair but stops when she notices Elle enter the precinct with a slight frown on her face. The brunette plops down in her chair and huffs before opening the first file on her desk.
“Long night?” Derek teases, swiveling his chair to face his partner.
“Don’t, Morgan,” Elle warns with a stern glare, as she rubs her temples.
“Okay,” he holds his hands up in surrender. “But you might wanna chug some coffee ‘cause we just got a case, and JJ said it was a bad one.”
Groaning, Elle pushes her chair back, getting up to grab some crappy coffee before Hotch calls them into the conference room.
Quickly shuffling her feet, Penelope stops the other woman. “Here,” she holds out her cup, “take mine. You need it more than me.”
Elle gives the blonde a hesitant look, “You sure, Garcia?”
“Absolutely!” Penelope chirps, shoving the beverage towards the other woman.
“Thanks,” Elle accepts, taking a sip of the coffee. She lets out a content sigh and closes her eyes, as the warm coffee courses through her body.
“Conference room, now,” Hotch interrupts her moment of peace.
Reopening her eyes, Elle gives Penelope a small but grateful smile before moving past her to start the case.
—
About a week later, the team is called in on another early morning for an urgent case. The last to arrive, Penelope saunters into the BAU with the usual pep in her step.
Seeing Elle, Reid, and Morgan all collecting their go-bags, Garcia cheerily asks, “Where are you off to this time, my crime fighting posse?”
“Garcia, will you please be quiet?” Elle snaps, wincing at the blonde’s volume.
“Hey,” Penelope pouts, as she tries to hide her hurt. “Don’t be mean.”
Being the profiler she is, Elle notices the change in the other woman and softens. “Sorry, it’s just so early, and I haven’t even had my coffee yet.”
“Hmm, alright. Apology accepted, but don’t let it happen it again,” Penelope points her finger and raises her eyebrow.
“I won’t,” Elle chuckles softly before grabbing her duffel and heading out to the airstrip.
“What’s up with Ms. Grumpy?” Garcia turns to ask Derek.
“Not a morning person,” he informs, sipping on a cup of coffee.
“Our recent caseload probably doesn’t help,” the blonde grumbles.
“Or the nightmares,” Spencer adds under his breath.
“What?” Penelope turns to the genius with a worried look.
Reid opens his mouth to respond but before he could, Hotch approaches with his bag in hand, “Come on, the jet’s waiting. Garcia, we’re briefing on the plane. The case is in San Francisco, so we need to leave ASAP.”
“Yes, sir.”
The case had been a rough one, lasting almost two weeks. So once the ten days of chasing a rapist and serial killer came to an end, it was safe to say the team was more than relieved to return to Virginia.
Leaning back in her chair, Penelope rests her eyes and briefly falls asleep before a text from Morgan wakes her back up, “Just landed. Should be there in fifteen.”
As she reads the message, her eyes widen, and she scrambles to grab one of her fluffy pink pens and a stack of blue sticky notes.
Ever since she’d given Elle her coffee, Penelope started to observe the brunette, particularly in the mornings and after difficult cases, and noticed the other woman needed cheering up.
Quickly, the tech analyst scribbles on the post-it note before ripping it off and rushing over to leave it on Elle’s desk.
Walking back into the precinct, Elle sighs, dropping her go-bag down so she can collect some files before heading home.
As she sifts through the papers, a flash of blue catches her eye. Pausing her actions, Elle gingerly peels the sticky note off the edge of her computer.
Elle,
You are a STAR ☆
Keep shining!
-PG
As Elle reads the note, a soft smile appears across her face and her heart swells, the troubles of the past two weeks melting away simply thanks to Garcia’s loopy handwriting. Scanning the note once more, Elle sticks it on the frame of the photo of her and her dad before leaving for home.
—
A couple days later, Elle enters the precinct at a normal hour, mentally preparing herself for a long day of paperwork. Setting her stuff down, she spots a pink heart sticky note on top of her case files.
As she sits down in her chair, the brunette chuckles at the post-it, which is decorated with small doodles of coffee cups and a message that says, “Have a brew-tiful day!”
Shaking her head, Elle lets out a hearty laugh, catching Derek’s attention.
“What’s got you all smiley?” Morgan smirks and checks his watch. “It’s before 10 o’clock.”
“Ha ha,” she snarks, rolling her eyes. “Just in a good mood.” Elle shrugs her shoulders, as she glances once more at the note from Penelope before sticking it next to the one from the other day.
“Okayy,” Derek raises his eyebrows, not totally buying it.
The two proceed to do their work, briefly pausing to greet Spencer, who joins them in filling out paperwork.
Two hours later, Morgan drops his pen and reclines back in his chair, “Hey, baby girl.”
“Hey,” Penelope greets, sweater in hand, “you ready for lunch?”
“Yup,” the muscular agent closes the file he was working on and grabs his leather jacket.
“You guys wanna come? We’re going to Shimizu,” Garcia turns to Spencer and Elle, slightly expecting them to refuse, as the young genius is not the biggest fan of Japanese food and Elle does not usually do social interactions during the work day.
“No, thanks. You guys go ahead,” Reid declines with a tight smile. “I’d rather eat food that does not require me to use two sticks as utensils.”
Morgan laughs at the thought of Spencer using chopsticks before turning to his partner, “Elle? You in?”
Much to Penelope’s surprise, the brunette accepts, “Sure, why not?”
Sliding on her coat, Elle throws the SUV keys to Derek. “But you’re driving,” she throws a wink at Garcia, whose cheeks immediately flush.
“Of course,” he chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.
—
Every morning, over the next couple of weeks, Elle was greeted by a new post-it stuck on her desk or her computer, all with little handwritten notes from the one and only Penelope Garcia.
Sometimes there were encouraging messages and other times there were just cute little drawings. Either way, they more often than not put the brunette in a better mood in the mornings and helped her cope with the tough cases.
Elle’s favorite was stuck on the bottoms right corner of her computer, where she could see it everyday. It was colored red with loopy black writing, adorned with doodles of fire, and it said,
Mamacita,
You are HAWT!
Don’t ever forget that you’re
una perra mala
(idk if that’s right,
I used google translate)
Quickly, the back of Elle’s desk became decorated with sticky notes of all colors. If the others noticed, no one mentioned anything, not wanting Elle to become defensive and shut them out again.
Each day, as the tech analyst walked the through the precinct, she couldn’t help but beam at Elle’s desk. Just knowing that her actions were being well received and actually meant something to the other woman was a good enough reason for Penelope to continue writing the notes.
—
Simply based on the phone and video calls she’d had with the team, Penelope could tell the Billie Copeland case had hit Elle hard and close to home.
For the first time, the blonde didn’t know what to do. Before, the difficult cases were expected to be difficult, as they usually contained graphic images that burned in the back of all the team’s minds. So, Penelope would just scribble some positive affirmations and doodle some hearts and stars, and usually, that would do the trick.
But this, this case was different. This was personal for Elle, and Garcia had know idea why.
Sitting in her lair, Penelope taps her pen against the desk, as she tries to think of the best thing to write. The flight from Delaware back to Virginia is a short one, so she knows she has to think fast.
A ping from her phone pulls Garcia out of her deep concentration. Flashing on her screen is a text from JJ, “Just landed!”
Taking a deep breath, Penelope puts her pen to paper, not really thinking about what she’s writing, letting her heart do most of the talking.
Belle Elle,
Your strength,
compassion &
kindness will guide
you through the dark.
I believe in you.
-Penelope
The tech analyst hurries over to Elle’s desk, making sure the note is somewhat hidden yet still visible, and then rushes back to her lair before the team returns.
Elle walks back into the BAU with a tired and worn expression on her face. She can’t stop thinking about the Copelands, memories of her own father resurfacing. The way Billie and her mother fought right before the kidnapping reminded Elle of the way the last interaction she had with her dad was their fight.
Except Billie gets a second chance. Hopefully, she doesn’t take that for granted, Elle thinks to herself.
Shaking her head out of her thoughts, the brunette shuffles through the miscellaneous papers on her desk. Immediately, Elle grins when she sees the bright blue post-it sticking out from one of the pages.
As she reads it, she can’t help the stray tear that begins to roll down her cheek. Sniffling, Elle quickly and discretely wipes her face.
She tucks the small piece of paper behind one of the many other notes before taking a deep breath to regain her composure.
Meanwhile, Penelope is finishing up some last minute work and shutting down her software for the night. As she’s closing up the tabs from the case, she hears a knock on the door.
Without turning around, the analyst sings, “What sort of magic do you need me to work?”
“Um, hi,” Elle sheepishly responds, her voice slightly hoarse.
Upon hearing the profiler’s voice, Garcia’s eyes widen, and she quickly turns around.
“Oh, hey, Elle. What’s up?”
“I know it’s late,” Elle starts, leaning against the doorframe, and Penelope thinks this is the most relaxed she’s ever seen the other woman, “but I was wondering if you’d like to grab some coffee. I still owe you a cup.”
Too surprised to say anything, Penelope stutters, “Uh, yeah, yes, sure.”
“Yeah?” An amused smile begins to form on Elle’s lips.
“Yes,” the tech analysts squeals, more confident, as she returns a wide grin. “I’d love to.”
“Alright, well come on, I know just the place.”
—
The next morning, as Penelope enters her office, or “bunker” as Elle liked to call it, she immediately spots an orange post-it sticking on the center of her computer screen.
Dropping her stuff, the blonde runs over to her desk, eager to read the note.
She excitedly scans the gracefully messy handwriting, and her face blushes pink. As she clutches the small piece of paper close to her chest, Penelope bites her lip from the ginormous smile threatening to take over her face.
Interrupting her moment of bliss, Derek knocks and pokes his head in the door, “Hey, doll. We’ve got a case in Georgia.”
He hands her the files so she can catch up, but before leaving, Morgan turns back around and adds, “We’ll call you from the jet. Just see what basic information you can find by then.”
“Will do.”
As Garcia sits down, she reaches over to stick the post-it next to the photo of her and JJ. Opening the file, she begins to brief herself on the case and what information she needs to find in order to fill the gaps.
She could only hope for more notes in the future, but even if she never got another, the tech analyst would be satisfied with just the one, Elle’s words touching her beyond measure.
Stealing one last glance at the orange sticky note, Penelope lets out a small fond chuckle and then gets right to work, determined to bring Elle and the team home safely.
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