Exhausted, Spencer Reid slowly looked at the pile of paperwork piled high on his desk. He was sure that the others had secretly slipped him some papers while he wasn't looking, and a grinning Derek Morgan had proved his theory right, but for once he couldn't be bothered to argue. He had a very restless night, being plagued by nightmares and walking up in hot sweats. He thought that the day couldn't get worse, but arriving at the bullpen, only to learn the coffee machine was out of coffee, had brought his mood down to an all-time low.
'Hey, Pretty Boy. What's up today? Coffee machine out again?' Derek chuckled. Spencer knew it was only meant to be a joke, but it annoyed him, still.
'Yes. You know it is.' Spencer sad, harshly. Spencer wasn't known to defend himself like he did, but the lack of caffeine had obviously struck a nerve.
'Calm down, Reid. I was only playing. I'll go to the store across the street and buy you a drink if you desperately need one.' Derek said, surrendering his hands. 'I'll be back in a few.'
'Derek.' Spencer said, stopping him with his hand. 'I'm sorry. Please forgive me.' He pleaded.
'Spencer. We all know coffee plays with your mind. Rough night?' He asked, trying to make conversation.
'Derek?' Spencer asked.
'Yeah?'
'The coffee?'
'Oh, right. Yes. The coffee. I won't be long' Derek said, running out of the bullpen.
Spencer, sighed and layed his head on the desk. It was 10am in the morning, and he hadn't had anything to eat or drink. He knew he had at least 25 files to work on by the end of the day, and he had no strength to do anything.
'Spence. I bought coffee.' JJ smiled.