AN: The Pint-Sized Prompts Challenge from /r/fanfiction is pleased to present you with 31 bite-sized tales of anything goes BAU joviality! Feel free to bounce over and join in at anytime, the more the merrier!
A series of mini-prompts ranging from 100-400 words long! I'll be posting one daily for the entirity of October, so hopefully they turn out okay! I've never written such tiny things before! XD Enjoy!
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October 1st: Sardines
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October 1st: Get in here! - 400 words - Jam as many characters as you can into a small space, everyone must say at least one thing. Spooktacular Bonus: Someone in the space is either dead previously or dies now.
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It was a game of 'whose limb is that anyway', and Reid was winning. Only because he was the boniest, and after the fourth time Rossi copped a sweater-glad elbow to the sternum, he was considering snapping it off.
"Sorry, sorry," Reid mumbled turning in the cramped space and knocking JJ's head back against the wall with a clonk.
"Watch it, pretty boy," Morgan warned from his corner where he was attempting—failing—to be as small as possible. "Damnit, I can't even breathe in here."
Emily, who Rossi was now sure was actually part cat, snickered from her perch on the top shelf of the cupboard they were jammed into. The air smelt like pumpkin, —Reid, who apparently had shares in a pumpkin farm, judging by the amount he'd brought with him—the girls' mixed perfumes, some odd spice scent that Garcia refused to admit to, and the overpowering mix of two men wearing way too much cologne. One man wearing way too much cologne.
Rossi was wearing just the right amount, thank you very much.
"We need to be smart about this," JJ whispered, edging around to tuck herself back under one of Reid's gangly arms. "Shh, everyone, shh. Who here plays Tetris?"
They turned to Garcia as one. Cross-legged on a bunch of shoes, she beamed. "Righto, my lovely little bunch of spooks, let's do this!" she crowed, rubbing her hands together, and Rossi sighed.
"Whee!" whooped Henry, who apparently didn't quite understand the point of hiding, as Rossi lifted him to Reid's shoulders, elbowing Morgan on the nose in the process. "This is fun."
"Yeah, it is," Emily agreed, reaching down to pull Jack up to the shelf and hooking a leg over to rest on Reid's shoulder. "Uh oh."
They froze. A creak outside.
"Daddy is so bad at sardines," Jack declared suddenly, and they all groaned as the door swung open to reveal Hotch with his eyebrow cocked. "… Oops. Hi, Daddy."
"You're not supposed to shout, Jack," Hotch scolded, then blinked. "Who put you up there?"
"Reid," Emily said promptly. Reid spluttered, Henry screamed as Jack kicked a scarf over his eyes, and JJ laughed helplessly at her kid's fright, like a good Mom would.
"Yep, it was Reid," Rossi added, beaming innocently. Hey, maybe the kid shouldn't have elbowed him so much. Revenge was a dish best served without elbows, after all.