My team, let me tell you about my team. Agent Morgan fought to protect his identity from the very people who could save him. Why, because trust has to be earned, and there are very few people he truly trusts. Reid’s intellect is a shield which protects him from his emotions, and at the moment his shield is under repair. Prentiss overcompensates because she doesn’t yet feel she’s part of the team, she needn’t worry. Every day Agent Jareau fields dozens of requests for our team, and every night she goes home hoping she made the right choices. Garcia fills her office with figurines and color, to remind herself to smile as the horror fills her screens. And Agent Gideon in many ways is damned by his profound knowledge of others, which is why he shares so little of himself, yet he pours his heart into every case we handle — Hotch
Garcia: Okay, Rossi. Out with it. Is Hotch dating?
Rossi: I. Don’t. Know.
Reid: You know, statistically, widowed men start dating much faster than females, but Hotch is refuting the data. It’s been two years and nineteen days.
Garcia: Venus has aligned with Mars which means that love is in the air and maybe we will get weekends off!
Garcia: …What? Is he standing there? He’s standing there, isn’t he?
Hotch: Hello Garcia.
Garcia: Hello someone talk about the case.
The Bittersweet Science, 07x10
Morgan: Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where do you think you’re going?
Garcia: I’m going with you.
Morgan: No, that can’t happen. It could be way too dangerous.
Garcia: Okay. Um. Either you let me go with you, or you’re going to have to forcibly remove me from the SUV. Your choice.
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