Don't ask me where this came from. It has been stuck in my mind for three weeks now and I just needed to write it.

Penelope Garcia is not a woman you can make speechless easily. You can throw almost everything at her, from her friend in an ambulance with a bomb on board, to her male friends telling her they were gay and in love. It made her curious enough to want to know who these men were.

Even the knowledge of a wizarding world that exists in real life didn't make her speechless, or the fact those people were at war and needed help from mere muggles as some has called her.

They were at a meeting about another brutal murder that according to their new colleague Draco Malfoy looked a lot like magic murder. She stared at him and the photos to see what he saw, but it looked to her like any other murder. She continued the story of what the local detectives have collected when the Linda, the receptionist knocked and entered.

The woman looked at Hotch and nodded before leaving again. Penelope looked at Hotch, to see his eyes glazing over before the man stood from his chair, nodded to Derek and Spencer and quickly left the meeting, leaving her looking at their retreating backs.

She stood up and followed worriedly; afraid something had happened to their loved ones when Penelope finally noticed three striking men standing in the bullpen. Next to her Hotch, Derek and Spencer stopped and gasped.

Penelope looked at the three men; one broad red haired man with several scars on his face stood smiling at their group. His strong arms opened and laughed loudly when Derek joined into those arms. Derek's legs wrapped around the other man's thighs as they kissed desperately, reassuring the other they were still very much alive.

On the right side of the kissing couple was a smaller man, dark haired, bright green eyes and one small scar on his forehead. She heard a squeak next to her and before she could check, Penelope saw Spencer being embraced by his lover. Her brain tried to caught up but wasn't able to as she focused on the older man between the kissing couples. Dark haired and a hooknose, but his black eyes were focused on her side. Dark eyes in a striking face that has seen more battle than it should be, but broke into a grin, that lit up his face. Within no time a third gush of wind went by Penelope and into the man's arms.

Penelope watched tearfully, her mind caught up with the emotions that was swirling around in the bullpen as she watched Hotch embrace his man as they whispered to each other, reassuring each other.

"You okay, Garcie?" JJ questioned as she had witnessed the silent Penelope.

Penelope could only nod, before she was startled when her boyfriend stood in front of her. There was something different about him, and he was wearing an eye patch.

"Penny, I had to hide who I was because of the war. But my name is Xander Harris, not Kevin Lynch."

Penelope gasped, trying to get her mouth to work, asking questions, but she couldn't. All she could do was sit heavily on the seat behind and stare from her boyfriend to the three kissing couples in the middle of the bullpen….rendered speechless.