The Scared-of-Reid Club
"Spencer!" Garcia's bright, unusually hesitant voice squeaked out from the phone's speakers. "You scare me!" How on Earth did her sweet, baby genius deduce a past offense like that? Stealing limbs, of all things!
Rossi snorted, reminiscing of his and Reid's conversation/statistic report on the rate of airplane crashes due to turbulance. "Join the club."
Reid glanced at him, startled, and frowned a little at that, causing Rossi to smirk a little. Morgan caught the look and let out a low chuckle. "You know, we could have a weekly get-together to list all the new things the Kid tells us that wouldn't usually be known by normal people." he joked.
"Like how Reid knows that it takes Rossi eleven minutes to read a good article." Prentiss chimed in knowingly.
"Eleven minutes, seventeen seconds to turn a page, I said." Reid clarified. Rossi just looked a mix of shocked, flattered, and outraged at the confession. Not even he himself knew that!
Hotch grunted, not even bothering to turn away from the evidence board. "Looking up 'death' in a search engine, that one took me by surprise." Everyone stared at Hotch in shock, not really expecting their team leader to join in the conversation.
"It was one time, Hotch..." Reid groaned.
"Oh, oh! Was that the case with the icky death poetry... ugh, nevermind." Everybody could clearly imagine, in mind's eye, Garcia flippantly waving herself off. "Remember the Fisher King case?" Her voice lowered ominously.
"No, I havent heard about it, yet, actually." Prentiss smiled apologetically at Hotch's impatient-to-get-back-to-work face. "But call me later, and don't leave out the juicy details."
"Oh, sweetcheeks, I'm the lucsious fruit of 'juicy'. Garcia out!" And cue stabbing of end call button with pink puff pen.
"Back at work, please." Hotch reprimanded the rest of his team with a stern look as he got off his mobile phone. "Another boy was taken, his family is coming in now. Reid, call me if you find anything else." The team jumped into action and scattered.
"Actually, Hotch, I might have an idea... " Reid stopped midsentence, pouting a little, shoulders sagging an inch or two. "Wait, this is going to end up scaring someone, isn't it?"
Hotch paused to look at the team's resident genius. "Of course it will, we're trying to describe an unsub, they tend to have that effect on people." he smiled a little, reassuringly. "But you're usually onto something important, and we need that now." And Hotch was hurrying off to meet the victim's family.
Reid let out a sigh just as Morgan plopped himself down at the desk with a file. "You're not going to reconsider sparing me my grief with the whole 'club' business, are you?" He sent Morgan the most woeful look he could manage.
Morgan smirked at him. "And miss out on the fun? 'Course not, Kid." At Reid's best glare. "You know, for a guy with a Scared-of-Reid club, you're not really scary, at all."
Rossi heard the conversation from outside the small confrence room, not really meaning to eavesdrop, but too curious to walk away. He smiled a little, triumphantly. That would teach Reid not to tease a man about plane turbulance!
The End.