AN: First of all I want to apologize to all who expected the sequel to Anorexia. I am sorry, but it was written as an isolated drabble (and originaly it was part of this). Thank you so much for these lovely reviews but I am not going to continue it (soon).
Thank you again and I hope you´ll stay with me :)
Title: Coffee
Rating: PG
Characters: Morgan, Reid, Hotch
Spoilers: To Hell… and Back
Betareader: REIDFANATIC
Disclaimer: I own nothing but that insane mind which made this up.
Morgan couldn't help but think about how terrible the coffee was. It was a strange, definitely un-coffee-like grayish-brown-something color and that tasted disgusting. It was even worse than the coffee from the machine down there in the FBI foyer which was considered the worst coffee ever. Hotch had explained to them that it was a very sophisticated way of showing people that the poor FBI really needed more money. Morgan was sure that this coffee would be rejected, even by Reid, who was able to drink almost anything when needed.
But Hotch wasn't there, the same with Reid. Hotch was missing, possibly at the hands of sadistic psychopath and Reid had been up there in the OR for four hours already, bleeding from two GSWs in his back.
Morgan took a sip of the cold coffee and he suddenly understood what the Hell tasted like.