Chapter 2
Derek was happy that at least the tapping had stopped. But then he heard…..nothing. It was eerie. He had expected to hear something- anything considering that Hotch had just yelled at Reid a few minutes ago. Actually, he had yelled 'REID'. Then nothing. Absolutely nothing. No talking, no yelling, and (thankfully) no tapping. At least he could be happy for no tapping. He heard someone brush past his desk and mumble goodbye. He looked up too late, whoever it had been, they weren't there now. He heard the ding of the elevator and he seen someone quickly steep into the elevator and leave. He wondered if it was Reid. He wondered what happened. Why would Reid leave in such a hurry? That's when he heard Hotch speaking more to himself then anything else. 'I hate weekends!' Since when? He had never heard that before- that wasn't like Hotch. He got up. He couldn't concentrate on his work, it didn't seem important any more.
"Uhh, Hotch? What just happened?" Derek asked. Hotch looked half angry and half sad. Hotch looked at him with a bit of a frown. He sighed and ran his hand threw his hair. 'Like Reid always does' Derek couldn't help but muse.
"Actually, well it's a long story." Hotch sighed. When Derek showed no motion to move Hotch sighed again. "Reid was the one that was making that tapping sound. He didn't even notice that he was the one tapping." Derek gave him a weird look.
"How could he not notice that he had been the one tapping? I yelled and he stopped and then he started again. He had to have known that he was doing it!" Derek said exasperated. How could he not have known that he was tapping.
"He was……preoccupied. He got a letter, I don't know what about, but it was bugging him. Extremely bugging him. It wasn't just a one page letter and he was still on the same page. When I asked him about it he clamed up and left as quick as he could get out of here." Hotch responded. Derek frowned again.
"Maybe he's just tired from going all over the place for those cases lately. I mean, he traveled some 20,645 KM- don't ask me how I know that, Reid told me. That and I took care of the bill for all his plane tickets back and forth and back and forth. He traveled that much in 5 days. Monday until today. Isn't that enough to drive someone over the edge? Maybe he was tired so he had to read it over and over and over again. I know when I get tired, that's what I do- if I have to read that is." Hotch frowned.
"I thought the same thing, but this letter really seemed to bug him." Derek shrugged.
"If it's a letter we're looking for then maybe we should look for an envelope?"
"That is a pretty good idea." Hotch and Derek walked into Spencer's office. Hotch turned the lights back on and looked around. "You can check his desk. I'll check everywhere else." Hotch couldn't help but smile at the look on Derek's face.
"Are you sure that there is a desk in there somewhere? It looks like a pile of paper!" Hotch laughed.
"Derek, I thought the same thing."
Gideon awoke with a start. Someone had just left. He had heard the door ring. Well, the elevator ring. He looked at the time and practically fell out of his chair. Last time he checked it was 6:30, now it was 9:45. A bit late. He must have fell asleep after talking quickly to Hotch……which meant that he still had his reports to finish. He groaned. Not that he didn't like his job but, he had been running around all week. And he was tired. He wanted to go home. He took his feet off of his desk and looked for the reports. He found them, in the opposite corner of the desk that he would have put them. They were also looked the wrong way- away from him instead of towards him. He looked at them quizzically. He opened them to find them- completed. He noticed the writing almost immediately. Reid. He smiled. Reid had noticed that he was asleep and he had finished the last 3 reports on his desk. He'd have to thank the boy. He had no doubt in his mind that he was still in the building.
Gideon was hardly ever wrong. Hardly.
This was one of those trademark moments.
