A special thanks to everyone who has read this story and have waited patiently for me to finish it. As with all of us sometimes real life gets in the way of our fun. This is the final installment to the story, I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 4

Through all of the shuffling in the cabin folding blankets, cleaning up cups and napkins Dave somehow grab his bag first and led the entourage off the plane. He got halfway down the stairs and stopped in mid-stride causing Garcia to smack into his back.

"What the hell?" Garcia exclaimed.

Dave turned around and looked past her to the open hatchway. "Hey Toto," he yelled. "This doesn't look like Chicago! Is the pilot drunk?"

On the tarmac behind Dave sat the varied assortment of automobiles that each team member had driven to the airport.

"We flew around in a circle," Emily announced.

Hotch pushed his way past Reid and Morgan as he made his way out of the plane. Dave watched as the younger man made his way down the stairs brushing past each of them pausing just slightly to glare at Dave after a quick glance at Garcia. "There was a blizzard in Chicago," he explained. "I opted for us to come back home."

"That's it?" Morgan growled the anger clear in his voice. "What about all those cops in Chicago that are dying?"

Hotch stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned around. "The airports in Chicago are closed," he said patiently. "I know you are extremely concerned. So we are going to go to our office and start our profile here."

"This sucks," Garcia whispered in Dave's ear making him aware that she was once again pressed against his back.

"Come on Rossi," Morgan urged. "Are you stuck or something?"

Dave grinned but didn't turn around as he descended the stairs again. "Something," he laughed.

Hotch continued to glare at Dave as the two men got closer to each other. "Do we need to have a private discussion?"

Dave shook his head. "I got nothing more to say."

"Dave…" Hotch started as his cell phone rang. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Agent Hotchner."

The team gathered on the tarmac as Hotch stepped away to talk to whomever it was that had called. It was still dark and the air was damp and chilly. Garcia snuggled against Dave as they waited.

"What is going on with you two," Reid asked clearly perplexed.

"It's Christmas," Dave said with a shrug.

Emily smiled as Morgan stared at the two of them.

"I know what day it is," Reid frowned. "What does that have to do with the sudden magnetism between you two?"

"Magnetism?" Rossi repeated with a raised eyebrow.

Reid made his hands into fists then moved them together and apart a few times. "You know, like magnets you can't seem to stay away from each other," he explained.

"We're not very good at this if Reid can figure it out," Rossi stage whispered causing both women to giggle.

"Baby Girl," Morgan said softly. "Did you find your perfect Christmas kiss?"

Garcia looked at him her face going blank. After a moment she realized he wasn't mad or upset. She nodded and gave him a slight smile.

"Really," Morgan pressed a small grin forming on his beautiful face. "With Rossi?"

"Not funny," Rossi scowled at the younger black man.

Morgan's grin was wide as he held up his hands in surrender. "No joking," he assured. "But are you sure you are man enough for her?"

Rossi snorted. "I'm starting to wonder," he said quietly.

"Looks like we're done," Hotch broke in before anyone else could say anything.

"What's up," Morgan asked.

"That was Captain Rivas from the Chicago PD," Hotch explained. "They found the killer."

"That was fast," Reid interjected.

Hotch nodded. "Apparently, the man a former cop got caught in the blizzard. His car spun out and hit a telephone pole. He was killed in the crash. Police responding to the scene found the murder weapon and a list of current police officers with their home addresses on it. Captain Rivas said the man had been fired for dereliction of duty about three years ago. The officers on the list were all officers that the suspect had been working with at the time if the termination. Rivas believes that the man was trying to eliminate anyone who may have been responsible for his termination."

"He must have done something really bad to get fired for that," Dave mused.

"Rivas wouldn't tell me the details," Hotch stated. "But for now they feel that they have their man and we are done for the next two days."

"Yeah," Garcia cheered. "This means we can go back to our previously planned lives."

"I think we should all go to Garcia's house," Morgan teased.

"Yeah," Emily agreed. "We could have a Christmas party."

"I'm in," Reid announced. "I have nothing else planned."

"I'm going home," Hotch said as he started towards his car. "I have a son to surprise in a few hours."

"I swear," Dave said ominously. "If any of you show up at that apartment I am going to shoot you in the foot."

"Which foot," Reid asked.

"Both a dem," Dave replied in his best mobster accent.

The rest of the team laughed and made their way to their respective vehicles. Dave followed Garcia to hers helping her put her bag in the back seat.

"Can I come over?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know," she teased. "Do you remember where I live?"

"I'm not so old that I would forget where you live this fast," he frowned.

She smiled impishly. "I don't think you're old at all."

"Good. Now can we go to your place and finish what we started?" he asked as he leaned closer to her.

She nodded and closed her eyes as he brushed his lips against hers. There would be hell to pay on Monday but for now they were going to enjoy themselves.

Garcia had barely opened the door when Dave spun her around and latched his mouth to hers. There was a flurry of hands tugging and pulling at each others clothes and somehow one of them had managed to kick the front door closed.

Garcia gasped as she felt David's soft, firm and cold hands on her naked breasts. She moaned as his fingers found her rapidly hardening nipples. His mouth plundered hers barely allowing her to breath. She backed up slowly dragging him to what she hoped was the bedroom. Her legs bumped against a solid object and she found herself lowered on to it. It was the coffee table.

"Wrong room," Garcia gasped as she tried to get up.

"Too late," Dave told her as he unbuttoned her pants and dragged them down her hips.

"Seriously," she began only to stop as Dave's lips and fingers made themselves at home between her legs. She laid back and spread her legs further allowing him better access. "Oh yeah Baby! That feels so good."

Dave smiled as he continued to tease her until she suddenly tensed up and came. He stood up and removed his pants as she lay on the table catching her breath. He settled on his knees between her spread legs. The coffee table put her at the right height for him to enter her without straining his back. He leaned forward and rubbed his erection against her wetness.

"Do it," she demanded. "Stop teasing and let's do it."

"Yes ma'am," he whispered as he pushed forward entered her for the second time in less than twenty four hours. This time, he promised himself, he's not stopping if the damn phone rings. The phone didn't ring as he moved his hips back and forth. His hands caressed every inch of her body as he took them both to orgasm.

"Totally worth it," Garcia muttered as she breathed heavily several minutes later.

"What?" Dave asked. He was still in a bit of a stupor.

"That was totally worth the wait," she told him. Her hands caressed his chest and shoulders.

"Next time will be just as good," he promised.

"Can we do it in my bed? My back is killing me."

He chuckled. "Absolutely." He helped her up and they made their way to the bedroom sliding under the covers and snuggling close together.

"Merry Christmas Garcia," he said as he kissed her brow. She sighed and snuggled even closer.

"Merry, merry, merry Christmas Baby!"

The End