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Author's Note: On the advice of one of the reviewers, I read over my Criminal Minds fics and found another decent one. So here.

The sight that greeted Dr. Spencer Reid upon entering the parking lot was indeed a strange one: The lower half of one Derek Morgan were sticking out from under the hood of his car. The toolbox at his feet looked as if it had puked its contents all over the asphalt.

"Morgan, what are you doing?"

"Fixing my engine," he said, "Hey, could you pass me that wrench?"

Reid furrowed his brow. "Which one?"

"That one," replied the older man, accentuating it with a jab of his forefinger.

"Morgan, you're pointing to a screw driver."

"No, I'm not. I'm pointing to a wrench."

"It's a screwdriver."

"Just pass it."

Gingerly, Reid picked it up and handed it to him. "See? It's a screwdriver."