Evolution, Logarithms, and Three Hundred Dollars
A/N: I got this idea randomly when I was watching Criminal Minds while doing math homework on logarithms. So after reading, make sure to hit that review button, it would really make my day. Please and Thankyou :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, but even if I did, I'm not too sure as to whether it would fit in my room or not.
CHAPTER ONE
It was a relatively slow day for the FBI profilers at Quantico; there were no new cases, so everyone was in the conference room finishing up the reports of the last one. Reid, already have finished his, decided to go get some coffee for the others at the local Starbucks, when he spotted a familiar figure sitting at his desk.
"Hey Jack," Spencer declared brightly. Children had never been his forte, but he had known Jack Hotchner since the day he was born and after 10 years, they had quite a strong friendship, not to mention the fact that Jack was exceptionally intelligent, already have skipped three grades.
"Spencer, remember how yesterday I told you that we would be having a test on the theory of evolution in bio class? I just need some clarification on natural selection," replied Jack, "I would ask my dad but then I had to explain everything to him first and you know how that would be …"
"No problem kiddo. Let's quickly go over Darwin's Theory. It's a relatively young archetype but the theory itself is as old as … Rossi," the young doctor whispered the last part while glancing to make sure the seasoned profiler wasn't in earshot.
Jack laughed, "Right, but how is natural selection the naturalistic equivalent to domestic breeding?"
"Well," began Spencer, "the thing is …."
"What taking boy wonder so long with my espresso?" Morgan asked nobody in particular in the room.
Rossi smirked, "Somebody not get enough sleep last night?"
"Yeah, Morgan were you getting your groove "thang" going on again?" injected Prentiss, prompting snickers from around the table.
"In fact, now that you ask, I was – ," replied Morgan, deciding to play along.
"Guys, let's finish writing the reports please," interrupted Hotch raising his head and giving his team a "get-back-to-work-or-else" look.
But before anyone would know if he was seriously annoyed, Hotch added, "Besides I just had lunch and I want to keep it in my stomach."
"But seriously, what's taking Reid so long?" Morgan asked once more
"Maybe he's flirting with that cash register girl again. Last time I went to buy coffee with him, she seemed pretty interested in him. I mean, she never gives me extra sprinkles on my donuts." Rossi thought aloud.
" Our genius … flirting. You and I both know that his version of flirting is sprouting off statistics and I'm pretty convinced that there's not too many statistics on coffee, donuts, or sprinkles," Morgan replied.
"He's not flirting with the coffee girl. In fact, he hasn't even left the building," Emily stated, looking out towards the bullpen, "He's talking with Jack."
At the sound of his son's name, Hotch's head jerked up and there was a trace of a slight smile.
"Jack's here?" he asked on his way out.
The rest of the team followed him to greet his son.
"Jack, I wasn't expecting you to come here. Is everything alright? Where's Jessica?"
"Calm down Dad. Everything's great, but Aunt Jessie's on a date with Matt again so she dropped me here. Plus, I had to ask Spencer a few things too. I'm done now, though."
"Well, I'm just finishing up here, so if you want we can leave in twenty minutes."
"It's ok Hotch, I'll finish you last two reports. It's a good thing you partnered me up with you last case. I'll just have you review them tomorrow morning," whispered Emily to her superior.
"Prentiss, I don't want –" Hotch started to say.
"It's no problem, go have fun with Jack."
"Thank-you," he murmured back.
Turning towards his son, Hotch asked if he was ready to go. After thanking Spencer, Jack followed his dad out the BAU and they drove home.
Meanwhile, Morgan, still wanting his coffee, took a short break to Starbucks, while Emily and Reid stayed in the bullpen.
"Why are you so happy," Emily wondered.
"Jack has this test tomorrow and I explained to his the fundamental basics of the theory of evolution. It's actually quite fascinating. I expect that he does really well on the test tomorrow, after all I helped him."
"Really? Are you insinuating that if I were to help him, he wouldn't get as high a mark?"
"Well, statistically speaking, I do have a higher IQ than you Emily, and thus the information I convey to Jack would – "
"Let's make a bet. The next test he has, I'll help him and then we'll compare his marks."
"That's not fair because it won't necessarily be on the same subject."
"Are you afraid of losing Reid?"
"No!" the younger profile squeaked, "Fine it's on. Loser has to give winner three hundred dollars." The young doctor was confident that he would win; after all, he was a certified genius.
"Great. I've been eyeing this pair of boots for a month now."
And with that, Emily spun on her heels and headed back to the conference room.