I blame insomnia. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.
"Where's the…"
"Guys, do you see the eight tons of paper on my desk?! I'm looking for it."
"But it broke last Tuesday…"
"I know, Em. I'm working on it."
"Hey, guys? The thing…"
"Reid. For the nine hundredth time, I'm gonna get a new one. Just as soon as I find the paperwork."
"I thought I saw it on Friday…"
"Friday? Where? In which pile?"
"The one with all the triplicate forms?"
"Already looked. Nope." A sigh escaped as small hands clutched a frazzled forehead. "Now, I'll get to it when I get a chance. These files aren't going anywhere without help…"
Both agents slunk back to their desks empty handed. JJ looked out into the bullpen and saw Emily's face look like she'd been denied access to the last morsel of food on earth. Reid looked like someone killed his pet hamster and stole his entire Star Trek collection.
Her gaze then went back to the scores of unopened files and the blinking lights on her desk phone. She sighed again. They'll mope like that until I get the stupid thing for them, JJ thought as she once again started digging through the piles of loose papers and photographs.
Three days later, Reid and Emily came in to find two large packages sitting on their desks.
"What's this? My birthday's not for another month," Emily remarked.
"I had mine already," Reid replied. "I don't know…"
Not one to be undone, Emily tore open the brightly wrapped package and found a two pound bag of Blue Hawaiian coffee—her favorite.
"Wow. This stuff had to cost a fortune," she said, hefting the giant bag in her hands. "Worth every penny, though."
Curious, Reid opened his package. His contained two pounds of French Roast.
"Nice," he said, smiling. Lifting the bag up, he noticed a small envelope taped to the bottom. Reid carefully prised the card off and opened it.
Requisition Order—Behavioral Analysis Unit, Fl. 10
1 bag Blue Hawaiian coffee, 2 lbs.
1 bag French Roast coffee, 2 lbs.
1 Black & Decker industrial size coffeepot, black
A message had been scribbled in ballpoint pen on the bottom:
Don't say I didn't get it for you guys.
JJ.
Both agents looked up at the sideboard, where a brand-new coffeepot was happily percolating the first of many, many pots to come.
"Last one has to make the next pot," Emily said, a mischievous grin on her face.
"You're on," said Reid. He was already halfway there, coffee cup in hand.