Here is chap 2, it contiues after the trio spilled coffee all over Rossi's laptop, enjoy.
"It's gone," said Prentiss in shock.
"Not just his book but everything on his computer," added Reid.
"Rossi is going to kill us," said Morgan. "Then he can write a book on the evolution of respected FBI profiler, to serial killer of fellow colleges, stressor leading to psychological break…. destruction of personal laptop."
Reid Morgan and Prentiss were dabbing madly at the lap top with tissues, trying to soak up the spilled coffee. They tried to turn it on several times, but it was no good.
"Oh no no no no," said Prentiss as her breathing rate sped up. "This isn't happening, we didn't just do this."
"Yes we did," said Reid, simply to answer her question logically.
"Ok guys don't panic there's got to be away out of this," said Morgan, though the stress was showing all over his face.
"Whose idea was it to come up here in the first place?" asked Reid.
"Yours," said Morgan and Prentiss simultaneously.
Reid swallowed, "Right… What are we going to do?" Prentiss then began pacing around the office.
"Ok… everybody… think."
One word came from Morgan's mouth, "Garcia!"
"Good thinking," said Emily. "If ever there's a problem with computers' or the like, she's our girl."
"Yeah but what constitutes a problem as opposed to an unfixable disaster?" asked Reid.
"Reid, please, we need to keep the faith right now," said Emily.
"Sorry."
Morgan was already calling Garcia, she answered.
"Hey hot stuff, listen I'm extremely busy, and can't talk right now. But you will be the first one I call back when I'm free again."
"Wait," begged Morgan, "It's an emergency." Morgan told Garcia all about the coffee spilling over Rossi's laptop and how it hopelessly wouldn't turn back on. He then pleaded with her to do something to fix it.
"It doesn't sound good, said Garcia. "I think you may have fried the motherboard. But I won't be able to tell how bad the damage is until I see it. If there is to be any hope of saving it, you need to start drying out the laptop immediately. I'll come and help you as soon as possible, when I'm less busy.
"Can't you come now," asked Morgan.
"I really want to help you guys but it will have to wait, I'm checking urgent records for another case which is time dependent."
"Ok baby girl I understand, but when do you think you can look at it" pleaded Morgan.
"Morgan I really have to go!" and then she hung up.
Emily and Reid looked at Morgan for some kind of hope that Garcia had given.
"Er…we have to wait a bit, she's… she's busy."
Everybody looked at each other with glum facial expressions.
On one of Rossi's counters stood a statue, it was tall and could easily be the same height as Morgan's knee from the ground. The statue was of a nude woman with some modesty given by a cloth she was clinging to herself. It was imported from Italy, made of white marble and was of the Isac collection. Out of frustration Morgan kicked the cupboards bellow the counter, and the statue fell forward and broke. The shatter sent shockwaves through their already heightened nerves.
"Ohh damm it," cursed Morgan.
"You know what they say, disasters come in two's." said Emily staring down at the broken statue in disbelief.
"Actually it goes disasters comes in three's," said Reid.
"Not helping."
"When's Rossi coming back?" wondered Emily.
"Well his lunch break is over in half an hour, so around half an hour," answered Morgan.
"We have half an hour to fix a broken lap top and a broken statue," summarised Reid doubtfully.
"It's, doable," said Emily half sarcastically, yet was also trying convince herself. Morgan sighed,
"We're screwed."