Sorry, I know some people were confused by the ending of the last chapter, hopefully this will clarify somewhat...

Previously:

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!"

"Women get the last word in every argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument." ~Author Unknown

"Garcia, wha-" Prentiss asked.

"Nuh-ugh Gumdrop," Garcia cut her off. "I have had enough of you high and mighty FBI agents strutting round like you own the place, touching stuff that doesn't belong to you, taking whatever you please! There will be no more of it! You will all submit yourselves to my army of technical minions – err I mean friends –," she corrected when they glanced at her, "who will take your fingerprints."

"But –," Reid began

"There will be no exceptions!" She ignored him.

Coming out of his office to see what the commotion was all about, Hotch asked, "What is going on here? Why is the entire forensics department in our bullpen?"

"You too, Hotchner; I don't care if you're the boss, you're not glaring your way out of this, mister; in my books you're all guilty until proven innocent!"

"Uh, Garcia? I believe the phrase is actually innocent until proven guilty according to the United Nations Declaration of Human Rights Article 11 which states that 'everyone charged with a penal offence has the right to be presumed innocent until…'" Reid trailed off nervously when she shot a glare at him.

"Shush, you. No more wasting time, I have a thief to find!"

"What on earth are you on, Baby Girl?"

"Nothing, so don't you look at me like that Derek Morgan! Someone has stolen my pretzels and I intend to find the culprit!"

"By finger printing us?" JJ asked.

"If that's what it takes. My friends here found two sets fingerprints at the scene of the crime!"

"Hey, Garcia, while you're at it do you think you could find you took my pretzels?"

"You're pretzels are missing too?"

"Yes."

"Well, people, it seems we have a pretzel thief on the loose among us! Technicians! Start fingerprinting!"

"What about Dr Reid?" One brave technician asked.

"Him too, I don't trust him; he could just be trying to throw us off!"

Ink pads and print sheets in hand, the technicians slowly edged their way into the bull pen and, in pairs, approached the agents.

"Stop acting so scared, they all know better than to cross me. Isn't that right?" Garcia asked the room at large.

"Sure do. Oh well, may as well get this over with," Rossi said, holding his hands out, palm down to the two technicians in front of him.

"Seriously Rossi? Her and Reid are both out of their minds – why the hell are you people so concerned about a couple of lousy bags of pretzels?! You should be more concerned with the gym locker thief – my pants are still missing! I don't see anyone being fingerprinted to find those."

"Derek Morgan, tell me you did not just insult my pretzels?"

"Hey, he insulted mine too," Reid reminded.

"Uhh…I ah…" Derek mumbled, ignoring the young doctor, his ego faltering under the analysts look.

"Well?" Garcia prompted, eyebrow raised, eyes narrowed.

"Now you've done it." Rossi groaned.

"Oh come on! I'm sorry I insulted you're pretzels Baby Girl, but can everyone drop this ridiculous behavior. If it will make you feel better, I'll go buy you a new packet now…"

"I don't want a new packet! I want my packet!" She argued, stomping her foot for further emphasis.

"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons! " ~ unknown

Sorry it took so long - I know some of you were confused about the ending of the last chapter, but I hope this clears that up...