Alright, this is totally stupid. Wrote it real quick this morning before heading to the hospital. After several days of little to no sleep, I've achieved a new level of dependency on coffee. Obsessive really. And upon this reflection I was briefly inspired…
Derek and Spencer are in the elevator headed to work. The two best friends chat amiably as the steel lift carries them upward.
"Did you hear about Jackson?" Derek asks.
"John? No. What happened?"
"I guess he lost it on a case and punched out the local sheriff."
"No kidding? Wow."
They reach their floor and walk into the bull pen. They make their way straight toward the sweet, inviting aroma wafting from the break room. COFFEE! As they approach, Prentiss exits with a flustered look on her face.
"Hey, coffee's almost out. There's maybe a cup left and I looked everywhere but there's no back up." She admonishes, walking away.
The two men peer into the break room with furrowed brows to see that the horror of Emily's words was in fact reality. That's when time seemed to slow down. Suddenly, Spencer and Derek were standing in a dead lock stare, eyes narrowed. It was like an old western movie. A showdown. Just when you thought one of them might actually draw their weapon, Reid pushes Morgan back and sprints for the coffee maker. Mere feet from his holy grail, Reid feels his arm being pulled roughly by a large hand. Stumbling back, he chokes on a naughty word as Morgan gains the advantage. Before he reaches the counter, however, his feet are swept out from under him. Even as he hits the ground with a thud, Reid makes his way past the sprawling body of his fallen teammate only to feel a foot come into sharp contact with his shin as he trips, sailing head first into the wall. Seemingly un-phased, he's on his back even as Derek draws near. He kicks at the older agent propelling him sideways. Spencer scrambles to his feet and reaches for the remaining nectar.
"OOF!"
Reid is tackled violently from the side as both men go crashing to the floor, sliding across the hard linoleum. At this point it looks like a dog fight. Rolling, grunting, growling, and on Reid's part, even biting.
"OW!" Derek howls, putting the genius in a headlock, the men's limbs all tangled together in a struggle for dominance.
"God Morgan, You could at least buy him dinner first." Emily laughs, bringing her mug to her lips.
The men freeze, eyes shooting to the now empty coffee pot then back to Emily. As she tilts her head to take a swig, they both shout in unison.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Emily pauses, blinks and swallows.
"Relax. I just went and found another can. In a few minutes you'll get your fix." She says rolling her eyes.
Morgan and Reid don't move as they watched her pour several scoops of grounds into the filter and water in the base. Hitting a button, she turns to leave.
"Seriously guys, maybe try the decaf. Or, ya know, at least get a room." She calls walking out.
Reid and Morgan look at each other and pull apart getting to their feet. Breathing labored, ragged, they straighten their clothes, smoothing disheveled forms, regaining composure. Derek follows Spencer calmly to the newly replenished pot and they retrieve their mugs.
"So anyway, John's being demoted." Derek says filling his cup to the brim.
"Oh yeah? I would have thought reprimanded or maybe suspended…" Spencer says dumping an obscene amount of sugar in his mug.
"Nope. Strauss said there was no room for violent agents in the field." Derek says while they saunter back to the bull pen.
"I guess some people just have no self control." Spencer shrugs, sipping his coffee happily.