Even though I felt a bit bad about cutting Reid off before he could go on his rant about Greek play writer's last names, it didn't stop me from getting my coffee. What can I say? I love my coffee and I need two cups to be able to function, then for the rest of the day I'm good to go. I'm surprised I never get a total rush from the amount of sugar I put into my coffee, which is great because I can only imagine how much of idiot I would appear to be due to a sugar rush.
I start heading over to my cubical with my coffee mug in my hand, now I can start writing up that report. I really hate reports, so much detail needs to be put in and then I have to give it to Hotch, who has to look over it, it has to be done though. Even though I really dislike writing them up they also mean that there is one less killer out there.
Thankfully my cubical is right next to the most entertaining person on our team, Morgan. Which also means I get his playful teasing a lot.
"How'd today's game go, boloney?"
Course he would greet me with that nickname first thing in the morning! Like I wasn't teased enough in school about my odd pairing of my first and last name. If you say my full name too fast, which is Pilone Jay, it sounds a lot like boloney. Why did my parents have to put it in that order? Pilone sounds more like a last name then a first name which is one of the reasons why I insist that people call me Jay but seeing as how we already have J.J on the team I've had to settle with being called Pilone. I decide it would be best to ignore the nickname and answer his question, even though it's clear he already knows that answer. "I lost again." I sigh placing my coffee cup on my desk before sitting down on my chair. I know Morgan is far from done with his morning teasings, he's got that classic smirk planted on his face.
"So, why do you play that 'game' with him?" Great he's planning to question me into a corner, he's done this before to me, I know what sort of confession he's after. Too bad for him I've already come up with a solution to his plan. He'll have nothing to go off of if I answer him in quotes or so I hope. I can think of a lot that have to do with the situation I place myself in every morning when I encounter Reid. One sticks out though, I try to sound uninterested in his questions as I answer. "Love begets love. This torment is my joy." I hope Morgan doesn't understand the full meaning of the quote but that would be a foolish thing to hope for. It's plain to see by the look on his face that he understands the meaning all too well. "I could see it being a torment, coming in here everyday and having a quotes duel with Reid. Love quotes to be exact. You know for being a genius he sure misses out on coming to understand the female mind."
I'm glad that he didn't comment on 'love begets love' it would have put me in a tougher spot to answer him without sounding defeated. There are a few ways I could go about this, I could change the subject, which will only give Morgan what he wants. Being defensive will also prove him guess right.
"The course of true love never did run smooth." Now that was a stupid come back, I know I can play this game of his better then this. I'm going to blame the fact that I haven't had my second cup of coffee yet. I turn my attention back to the waiting mug but just as I'm about to reach for it I catch Morgan reaching for the football he always has on his desk. I abandon my quest to drink my coffee before it gets cold, Morgan wants me off my game so of course he's going to throw the ball at me. My suspicion turns out to be right, the smiling man tosses me the ball. I'm glad our cubicles are so close to each other, otherwise every time he pulled this I would have to run after the football or 'go long' as he would say. Morgan's deep yet playful voice reaches my ears as I successfully catch the football in both my hands. "Come on, you know your being obvious." He's not giving up, what a surprise. "I could argue that love was the chosen topic." I know it's a total lie but he doesn't know if Reid and I preplan these games or not, in fact Morgan most likely doesn't even know the rules. The dark skinned male never lets his smirk waver as I throw the football back at him, "Who suggested it?" If only I had an answer for that one, looks like making Morgan believe that preplanning was involved backfired on me. I fidget a bit, I don't mean to but with the way this is heading I know it's not going to end well for me.
"You know what?" I don't want to even guess what evil plan he's cooking up in that head of his. I avoid the male's brown eyes before I answer in a simple, "What?" by doing this I've now given him free range and he knows it. I thought today was going to be so uneventful too, I was hoping that I would get here and fill out some reports and then head home with nothing to worry about except for a late night call telling me to come back in for a new case.
"I think you're a cougar."
The football is tossed at me once again by the now triumphant looking man, he knows he's hit a very sensitive nerve. As I catch the football I hold on to it, digging my short nails into it as well. I am not a 'Cougar', I'm only in my thirties and Reid just turned thirty how am I a 'Cougar'? I know very well what kind of women falls under the title of 'Cougar' they're either in their forties or thirties and they only go for men who and twenty-five and under. Yes, I might be a bit fond of the genius but that's all. I enjoy Reid's company, I like how much he's matured as a BAU agent, I find is close to adorable how he still sucks at pubic speaking and….
Alright, maybe I'm crossing the boarder of just being fond of him as a friend but I'm not going to let Morgan have the satisfaction of knowing that I like Reid. I wasn't put on the team yet but I've known Reid for a while now, I've worked in the BAU for a total of three years before I was transferred to this unit team. I've had time enough to find myself charmed by the genius without him even doing anything. Uhg, leave it to Morgan to turn a playful game between friends into some love in the making scheme. To tell the truth I really try not to think of Reid that way but now Morgan's gone and planted the seed of interest, yet again.
I could say so many stupid things to him but none of them are worth enough to even say, Morgan has definitely got his answer to how a feel about Reid and I know he's going to keep up this playful teasing until I make a move of the younger man.
Just as I'm about to throw the football back at his head I hear someone clearing their voice behind me. As I turn around I can only hope that it is not Reid. Thankfully it turns out to be Hotch but that could be just as bad, he's not as strict anymore but everyone knows he likes it better when we're at work actually doing work. "I need the team assembled in the conference room, somethings come up." Now that can't be good. Morgan and I exchange looks as Hotch walks away only stopping to confront Rossi on the way to the meeting room.
-(oD0)/ Drink ALL the coffee!