Hello there. The comic muse is still fired up, so here's another (hopefully amusing) short. If you like, please review!
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine, and my sister has both my season box sets...
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"What are you doing?"
"Shhhh…."
"What are you doing?" A whisper now.
"Getting Morgan back for all those times he's tried to scare me to death."
"Uh-huh."
There was a faint hissing sound. A generous cloud of white foam appeared in Morgan's outstretched hand.
"You do know this is, like, the oldest trick in the book…"
"Yeah, but Garcia's helping me make it interesting."
"Really?"
"Someone call me?" came a cheerful, if muted voice. Prentiss realized this was the first time she'd ever heard their technical genius whisper.
"Everything set?"
"Am I your technical goddess or what?"
"Yes, Garcia, you certainly are."
"And let's not forget that."
Garcia aimed the little device right square at Morgan, who was fast asleep on his desk.
"Aren't you afraid he'll wake up?"
"Hey, after four years of working with him, there's three things I know for certain, and number two on the list is that when he's this tired, he's out like a light."
Prentiss stood back from the proceedings, amused. It was a slow day, and besides, she knew he did tease Reid just a little too much.
"Ready?"
"Uh-huh." A click. "Go."
Prentiss watched as the young agent produced a long, fluffy, hot-pink feather from his desk drawer. She was about to ask him where he'd gotten that from, but then looked at his partner-in-crime and thought better of it.
Everyone held their breath as the resident genius began lightly stroking Morgan's ear with the feather.
On the first stroke, Morgan's head twitched a fraction of an inch.
On the second stroke, Morgan shook his head a little.
"This is gonna take a while, guys."
"No, give it a minute…"
On the fourth stroke (the third got the same reaction as the second), Morgan's foam-covered hand produced the desired effect---it smeared the substance all through his hair, across the left side of his face and onto the lone clean spot on his desk.
The two conspiratorial agents grinned like Cheshire cats and high-fived each other. Just then, there were faint sounds coming from Morgan's desk.
"Quick, Garcia, save the camera!"
"Huh..what?"
"Uh-oh…"
"Ugh…what the…"
Morgan finally realized what had been going on. Prentiss was howling with laughter as Reid bolted for Garcia's office, his long legs carrying him as fast as they could to safety.
"Reid, I swear man, I'm gonna get you for this!"
"What was that you told JJ about payback?"
Morgan had to think a minute.
"You didn't…"
"Oh yes he did, stud," chirped that cheerful voice he knew and loved. "Right now he's got video of the entire thing all over YouTube, and it's going crazy viral."
On the other side of the door, Morgan smiled. He'd been beat, but good.