Just a happy little oneshot. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: if you don't know what I'm going to say in this space, then I really do deserve to own Criminal Minds. :) Sad that I don't.
A slow ticking sound emanated from a corner of the room. After several metallic clicks, a high-pitched ching sounded, followed by a heavy thwunk and another tinny ding.
"What's that?" Curious eyes peered down at the strange metal object.
"Oh, it's temporary—my computer's broken and I really need to get this paperwork done," the young man said, his fingers flying over the floating metal keys. Each had a letter inscribed on them—much in the same way a computer keyboard was set up.
"Yeah, but, where'd you get this, Reid? I mean, this is an antique!"
"One of the few things I kept after I sold my mom's house. She used this to type out all her lessons and notes for her classes, and I found I liked using it."
"Reminded you of her, huh?"
"Yeah, a little. Reminds me that she wasn't always the way she is now."
"Still," the blonde woman said. "I mean, I'd be lost on one of these."
"True. No Internet, no software—it's a pretty simple thing, Garcia. Didn't they have these when you were in school? For typing?"
"Honey, they had computers with huge reels attached to them when I started school. Then we went to the old Apple II's and the rest was history. Miles and miles of beautiful code…" The woman's eyes glazed as she thought fondly of the first time she'd crashed her instructor's hard drive.
"Wow."
"Yeah. Still, I can't believe you brought in that old thing…"
The young man patted his typewriter fondly. "If it ain't broke, don't toss it, right?"
The woman smiled, thinking of the old Commodore-64 that still hid in one of her back closets at home. "Right."