Okay here's a one-shot that came to me while I was eating a burrito. Talk about spur of the moment writing.

Criminal Minds: not mine (sort of)

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Spencer finished the burrito he was eating and threw it away. He was about to throw away the bag too when he noticed that it weighed about three pounds.

"What the . . ." Inside the bag was an insane amount of hot sauce. 'How am I supposed to use all of this' he thought. Then he smiled. He had the perfect idea. He tucked the bag of various hot-sauces into his messenger bag and hurried into the elevator.

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"Hey kid, can you get me some coffee?" Morgan called from his desk. Reid managed to say sure with a completely straight face and made it into the break room before he started grinning like an idiot. He pour the coffee, black like Morgan liked his, added four packets of fire hot-sauce and mixed it up. He then made his own cup, devoid of liquid lava, and delivered Morgan his cup.

The older man took the cup and gulped down about half of it in one go. Reid watched him silently from behind his book as the dark-skinned man turned red and gagged. He almost ran Prentiss into a wall trying to make it to the bathroom before he threw up.

The brunette looked at the bathroom door funny and turned to Reid. "What's up with him?" she asked.

Reid shrugged and drank his coffee. "Bad cup of coffee I guess."

"Bad cup, my ass." Morgan growled as he came out of the men's room. He pointed a finger at Reid, who assumed an innocent face. "You put hot sauce in my coffee."

Reid's eyes widened. "I did not. Maybe your coming down with something. Sometimes influenza messes up your taste buds, triggering a palate memory."

"Oh don't give me that crap, you messed up my coffee." Morgan sat down and felt a squish. He jumped out of his chair. There, lying in the middle of the chair, were two hot sauce packets, opened and sat on. Reid had placed them there before Prentiss had come over. When would they learn to never underestimate a magician.

"Uh, Morgan you have something on the seat of your pants and as much as I love that's kind of strange." Garcia said as she walked by. Reid smiled slightly. This was just too good. Morgan stalked off to the bathroom to set about fixing his pants.

Reid went back to the break room and squeezed the rest of hot-sauce into the coffeepot. Then he went back to his desk and opened his book.

Five Minutes Later

Rossi poured himself some coffee and took a sipped. Then spit it out again. He cursed in Italian and dumped his mug out. Reid laughed silently into his book and guessed that there was about a cup of coffee left. He wondered who was going to have the honors, then couldn't help laughing as Hotch walked into the break room.

Could this day get any better? Reid thought about it a moment and decided that: no, it couldn't.

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BWAHAHAHA. You gotta give Reid props for finally finding a use for those hot-sauce packets. I never could, although I might try this some time . . .