Summary: It's a boring day at the office, and Derek Morgan decides to target our lovable, resident genius... and his coffee. Can he be stopped before this turns into an all out prank war?
Pairings: It's all about the friendships for this one, guys.
Author's Note: Just me again. I hope you enjoy this one, as I definitely enjoyed writing it.
This Can't Be Good
It's been a quiet week at the Behavioural Analysis Unit, just sorting through paperwork. This wasn't SSA Derek Morgan's natural environment. If something interesting didn't happen soon, then he was going to have to put his prank hat on.
Scratch that, the hat was going on.
Prentiss had her earphones in, oblivious to everything but the rather large pile of paperwork in front of her. He could try to pull a fast one on her once more, but if he was going on the past seven attempts then there wasn't much hope in him succeeding. Every scenario he thought up ended with him looking like… well let's just say she was off the hit list.
Hotch was of course a no-go. As much as he would have loved to put a smile on the stern Unit Chief's face, he also loved his job and was not in a hurry to leave any time soon, excluding days like this of course.
JJ was next in his line of sight, her blonde hair curled, and make up done extra fancy. She must be going on a date with her baby daddy tonight. She met his eyes and pulled a face, looking every bit as bored as him. Strangely enough, Morgan heard some sort of voice in the back of his head telling him not to do it. Wait what, is this a conscience? He quickly shivered away the thought and scoured the scene for someone to take advantage of. Besides, JJ had been a victim of his pranks many a time.
Morgan's eyes hovered over Rossi's office door, but moved away quickly. He knew that Rossi had a rather precious new pair of boots made with Italian leather. Even thinking it, Derek could see they had the makings of a prank literally out of this world. Shame that it would also be a prank literally out of his budget.
His bank account had come precariously close to single figures that day.
Of course, Morgan's babygirl was simply out of the question, although he was unsure whether he would make the same decision if they weren't out of this darn room by next week.
I wonder who that left.
Morgan smiled mischievously to himself as he saw Spencer Reid let out a wide yawn. He knew just how to get everyone entertained once more. Poor Pretty Boy.
The next day, Morgan kept an eye on Reid, waiting for him to make his first move toward the coffee station. And sure enough, there it was, a little after twenty minutes in the building. Boy, that kid sure loved his coffee.
The older man followed the younger as he took out one of the disposable cups the bureau provided, and began to make the 'coffee' that the bureau also kindly provided, out of the goodness of their heart.
"Coffee?" Reid asked, blissfully unaware of his friend's plan.
Morgan shrugged. "Why not?"
Just as Reid went to pull out another polystyrene cup, Morgan stopped him. "Hey kid, mind doing a friend a favour and grabbing the mug on my desk over there?"
Spencer's eyes lit up slightly when he heard the friend word, and complied, walking back to the desk. This gave Morgan just enough time to switch the sugar with a little something special he had planned for Reid, before turning around innocently, looking no different from before. Damn, he was good. He really needed to talk to Hotch about that whole undercover thing.
"So Reid, how's the paperwork going?"
"It's going great actually, thank you for asking." Reid smiles as he stirs the milk into the coffee, "I'm trying to slow down the process as much as possible, you know, save some things for the end of the year. But it's just too good, I might even be finished by today!"
Morgan shook his head in disbelief as Reid began pouring copious amount of 'sugar' into his coffee after handing the other coffee to his scheming partner. "Well if you ever feel hard done by, I can always drop a few extra files over on your desk?"
"That's very kind of you, but I can't take away your fun just because I don't take the time to savour my paperwork!" Reid reasoned as the two walked back to their desks, cradling their beverages as they warmed up their hands.
With a clap on the back, Morgan took his seat. "Don't worry, kid. You're welcome to it any time.
JJ made her way round to Reid's side of the desk; the pair began gossiping about Henry. It appears that the godfather was on babysitting duty tonight, and couldn't possibly be happier about it if he tried.
"I'm planning on starting To Kill a Mockingbird with him tonight, he can never be too prepared, if you ask me-"
This was it. Morgan watched with glee as Reid took a big mouthful of coffee. You could see the boy's face go from one filled with excitement and anticipation, to utter disgust.
With that, he spat out his coffee all over JJ.
All over her pristine white blouse, deep purple pencil skirt, perfectly curled blonde her.
Oh boy, he was in trouble now.
"What was in that?" Reid half shouted, cringing both inwardly and outwardly. "No, don't tell me. Half a tub of salt, that's what!"
JJ just stood there, almost in shock as neither of the boys made eye contact with her. Instead, Reid sent daggers in Morgan's direction.
"Lighten up, kid." Morgan laughed, slightly uneasily. "To be fair, you would of hardly tasted it if you don't insist on pouring half the pot of sugar in your coffee! Seriously Reid, it's more sugar than coffee!"
"Oh, so now it's my fault is it?" Reid accused, angrily. "Now I have to make myself a new coffee, with no sugar! You are going to regret this!"
In their argument, the boys had seemed to forget the coffee soaked JJ. In an even, steady voice, she said, "I don't care which one of you it is, but you are sure as hell going to pay for this."
United in fear, Morgan and Reid looked at each other and gulped involuntarily.
Before JJ could threaten them with anything else, a voice came from the catwalk. "Didn't you three hear? We've got a – what on earth happened to you?"
"Trust me, Hotch. It would be safer if you didn't know," Morgan said uneasily, ignoring the accusing look Reid shot him, and the hate he could feel radiating from JJ. Or maybe that was heat.
Garcia strutted past, stopping to whisper seductively in Derek Morgan's ear. "Looks like my Chocolate God of Thunder has landed himself in a little bit of trouble."
Author's Note: Hey y'all. Hope you're doing well. This is just another spur of the moment fic, just for a little bit of fun. I'm planning out a more serious multi chapter at the moment but I do like my one shots.
Speaking of which, let me know if you want this to continue as a pranking/payback series of sorts? It might be a bit of fun?
Than you for reading, have a great week, my lovelies.