This is the second time a comment from a reader has inspired a meme for The Intelligence Control and Analysis Program.
“Let’s get something straight here.” Garcia narrowed her eyes, and there was nothing but hatred in those chocolate irises. “I’m not here for you, and I’m not here for your government. I’m not here to help anybody. I’m here to see Spencer, and let me tell you something, suit: I am like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, alright? Spencer is that cute, British boy I can never remember the name of, and I am the sweet and lovable yet vicious mongoose that keeps him safe. So, when I see him and he tells me everything—because he always tells me everything—about what you’ve done to him, you had better be ready, because I will go rabid mongoose all up in your cobra nest. Comprende?” Hotch did not allow a smile to tug at the corner of his mouth, and he kept his tone as solemn and level as ever. He raised a brow ever-so-slightly and feigned extreme disinterest. “Am I Nag or Nagaina?” Garcia looked surprised for all of two seconds, and then she snorted. She opened her mouth to speak some more, but it was evidently her turn to be interrupted—which was a shame, because there was a little piece of Hotch that wanted to continue the battle of wits involving his favorite childhood movie. “Penelope?” As soon as Genius’ voice was heard, Garcia changed. Her body language and facial expressions shifted, probably much more than she realized, and her countenance immediately brightened. “Spencer!” Hands still bound behind her back, she shot past Hotch and bounded up the stairs into Genius’ arms. “I missed you so much!” - The Intelligence Control and Analysis Program, Chapter 9