Spencer Reid's New Vest.
It was a team effort in the end.
Morgan, frustrated by Reid endangering himself yet again had ranted, pacing Dave's office. Rossi had provided him a convenient and empathetic ear.
"Why does he never have his damn vest on when stuff goes down? Or if he does he takes it off!" Morgan had asked, somewhere between a growl and a yell.
"Maybe someone should glue it to him" Rossi joked back, trying to lighten the mood.
Morgan frowned.
"You might be onto something, only glue wouldn't work. One of the kid's PhD's is in chemistry. He'd just find something to dissolve it."
Still muttering to himself, Morgan had stormed out, headed in the direction of Garcia's poky lab.
Garcia agreed that something needed to be done to save her favorite 'junior G-man' from himself. Using her technical prowess and super-net skills she helped Morgan refine his idea and find someone to manufacture what they would need.
Hotch had quirked an eyebrow at their presentation, but agreed with the tech analyst and her 'chocolate god' that it seemed to be the best solution to the problem. He juggled the numbers and paperwork needed for the bureau to cover the costs.
Prentiss agreed to do her part when the time came.
Thanks to express shipping, the package arrived before the team's next trip into the field. As they geared in preparation for getting the unsub, Derek handed Reid his new, slightly modified Kevlar vest.
His mind on the case, Spencer absently did up the straps, not noticing anything was amiss until Morgan grabbed his wrists and Emily deftly slid the locks into place.
"Guys, what…" Reid had started to ask before being cut off by Morgan.
"It's for your own good kid. Now at lest we can guarantee you have some protection when you walk into danger."