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This prompt is:

Write a fic through the eyes of an inanimate object, (but you could use fruit/food ect) in a team members house and how they see the individual.

The team finds out that one of their own is very squeamish about visiting the dentist when he or she is suffering from a tooth infection that requires fixing such as a root canal or something else requiring shots and/or laughing gas.

"Okay, Reid, spill what's bothering you?" Derek demanded, approaching the young genius.

"Nothing," Spencer muttered not looking up.

"You have spilled a single fact or statistic all day," JJ pointed out, crossing her arms.

They were in the BAU, having just returned from a case. The team had noticed something was off with Reid. How he spoke, acted and even moved.

"What's going on?" Rossi asked, narrowing his eyes, wondering what could be upsetting him.

"I have a Dentist appointment," Reid muttered, shifting his weight.

"And?" Derek prompted.

"I have to get needles. In. My. Mouth."

"Wait, you're scared of the needles?"

"No, the Dentist!" Reid said, his voice hitting a high pitch that caused the team to cringe.

"Spencer Reid has a fear of Dentists?" Derek asked, his tone now becoming amused.

"I thought it was something serious," Dave said, sounding relieved.

"It is!" Reid protested.

"It's okay, Reid. I'll tell you what makes Jack feel better about going to the dentist," Hotch reassured, trying to not allow the corners of his mouth to twitch.

"Think about it. You usually get a toothbrush and sticker after going!" JJ laughed, trying to sound helpful.

Reid glared at them. "Least I'm not afraid of spiders."

"I'm not afraid of, okay maybe a little," Derek sighed, rubbing his nose.

"But still, the Dentist?" said JJ.

"The dentist can be scary," Garcia said, coming to Reid's defense.

"To an eight year old."

"Or to Reid."

Glaring at his team, Reid stomped out of the bullpen. He'd show them. He'd get even with them. He was a prank master, and they'd regret having ever made fun of him.