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Previously:
"Uh… Rossi – is it national pretzel day or something? Why so many bags?"
"I'll take that as a yes," he said and threw a packet at Reid who, having not been prepared, failed to catch and one to Morgan who caught it no problem. "As to why – that's a long story."
Later that day... Morgan and Reid after their session in the gym... team fluff...
"Guys: No Shirt, No Service. Gals: No Shirt, No Charge" ~unknown
The Case of the Missing Pants!
"Damn it!" Morgan swore.
"What's wrong?" Reid asked.
"I can't find my pants!"
"Where did you put them?"
"Right here, with my badge!"
"Are you sure that's where you put them?"
"Where else would I have put them, genius?!"
"Uh, well…I'm not really sure…"
"It was rhetorical, pretty boy."
"What about your go-bag?"
"We're on stand-down! I don't have my go bag!"
"Oh, right. Well, I have a spare pair of pants you can borrow,"
"You're like 5 sizes smaller than me!" Morgan sputtered, forced to choose between gym shorts (not really appropriate office wear!) or a too small pair of pants (he would look ridiculous)…
"Ok, thanks man," he conceded, having concluded logically that the too small pants were the better option.
He struggled to suppress a groan when his Reid handed him a pair of pants which screamed 'geek' – he was never going to live this down, Garcia would have it all over the office in minutes of his walking into the bullpen. At least he could go home at lunch and change.
"Morgan, what on earth are you wearing?" Rossi asked, leaning against Emily's desk.
"Whoa there, I know you like form fitting clothes but those look three sizes to small" Emily remarked as she walked from the little kitchen to her desk, holding two cups of coffee, one of which she handed to Rossi.
JJ, also carrying a mug of coffee and arriving just in time to hear Emily's comment quickly realized what the fuss was about.
"You think I don't realize that guys! They're Reid's! We were sparing and someone took my pants. These were my only option; I didn't think my sweat soaked gym pants would meet the office dress code."
"Hey! Where did my pretzels go?!" Reid, now at his desk, exclaimed.
"Huh, you know I never would have pinned you as the skin hugging clothes type, Morgan." JJ teased.
Sputtering, "I'm not!"
Having received no response, Reid tried again.
"Morgan, have you seen my pretzels by any chance?" Reid asked his fellow profiler as he searched the draws of his desk, completely oblivious to what was going on around him.
"Seriously! You're worried about pretzels?! What about my pants?!" Morgan replied, turning his attention back to conversation at hand.
Sniggering JJ decided she couldn't resist pouring a little fuel on the flame, "Anybody else think Garcia is going to want a record of this?" she hinted.
"Absolutely," Rossi agreed, watching the exchange bemusedly.
"Oh, yeah! This is too good to pass up" Emily said pulling out her phone and snapping a few pictures, making sure to get the 3 or so inches of ankle poking out.
"Oh no you don't, princess!" Morgan said moving to tackle her for it.
"Oh, yes we do!" JJ said laughing, accepting the phone Emily was desperately thrusting to her.
"JJ I swear if you show anyone those photos I will make you pay!"
"Oh, I'm not going to show just anyone, to be specific I'm going to send it to Garcia. That way she can send it to everyone in the building," JJ said.
"Oh, and maybe she could put it in the slideshow of most embarrassing moments for the Christmas party!" Emily added, laughing.
"While you're at it, why don't you make a calendar?" Rossi suggested, laughing.
"Oh jeez! Don't encourage them, Rossi!" Morgan complained.
"Ooh, that's a good idea, Rossi! We should also frame a copy and hang it in the bullpen!" JJ agreed excitedly.
Before Morgan could object, Reid stood up and announced, loudly, to the bullpen at large "Has ANYONE seen my pretzels?!"
The agents all paused, shocked by the sudden, and weird, change of subject.
Morgan, the first to regain his wits, sputtered "Reid! How can you be worried about pretzels! You're supposed to be my wingman! We have bigger problems than a bag of missing pretzels! Like my pants! And the photos they just took! And the fact that the women we work with are sexual sadists'!"
Completely oblivious to Morgan's response, Reid went on. "I know, right. But it's scientifically impossible that they could have got up and walked away on their own…"
At this statement, Emily and JJ doubled up in laughter, and even couldn't help laughing at them.
Before Morgan could respond, or the others could recover, they were interrupted by one very angry looking technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, and an army of nervous looking geekily dressed people.
"Alright, that's it!" Garcia announced. "All of you put your hands in the air and don't move!"
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