Hey there! First of all, I'm so sorry for the delay.
I really wanted to get this up sooner but school starts again in a week so I spent a lot of time packing all my books and stuff. Please don't hate me :$. Also, thanks to Madhatter98, FudoTwin17, Zeny, Der Alte, Airaba, Steph, Lenika08, Party at Reid's (if that's the name, I'm not even sure), Rebecca1, freezingpizza14, Duochanfan, gehenavieve, lederra (and yes, I enjoyed staying at my grandma's, thank you :P), theangelsarecoming, Haven't Had Enough, and SamanthaBlue. Love y'all!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or the characters.

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Maybe he had gone to far.

Sure, arguing with his boss wasn't his greatest idea ever, but he didn't expect him to respond like this.

Now and then he would sense this... intense glare, almost burning a hole in his bullet-proof vest. And only one person could make you feel that way. 'Of course, genius. He thinks you're a drug addict about to enter a criminal's house, with a gun, while you can't even shoot properly.' Well, part of it was true, he had to admit that.

However, suggesting he was using drugs again, or steroids for that matter, hurt him deeply. He worked so damn hard to stay clean. And then all it takes to lose people's trust is a stupid disease. He felt like screaming, but deep inside, he knew he was just sad, disappointed maybe, that his boss only trusted him that much.

The SUV came to a stop. Behind them SWAT-agents were already exiting the vehicle, so they got out to follow them.
He would have time to think about this later. Right now, they had a murderer to catch.

The arrest went surprisingly well. They caught the unsub off-guard, while he was listening with his eyes closed to the victim reading a book. When they grabbed his wrists to cuff him, the man just came along without the slightest struggle. He knew his game was over.

The team managed to get a confession out of him quite easily. Since he was a fugitive from Israel and he didn't live here officially, he brought a lot of paperwork with him, but apart from that it was almost to good to be true.

On the jet back to Quantico the team seemed relaxed, more than they had been in a long time. Prentiss, JJ, Morgan and Reid were in the middle of what seemed like a very interesting game of poker, and Rossi was reading a thick book. The only one who wasn't that overly cheerful was Hotch. But to be honest he was never really "Mr Happy". That was okay though, because they had Garcia for that.

Suddenly Reid stood up, mumbling he had to use the bathroom, blushing a deep shade of red.

"Sure kid." Morgan said, moving aside to let the younger agent pass. Reid wrenched himself through the small space between the table and the seats and started to walk towards the bathroom when Hotch asked

"Everything Ok?"
The question got Hotch a few strange looks not only from Reid but everyone on the jet. The genius had stopped and twisted sideways on one foot, so he was facing Hotch, who only now realized (to late of course) that he had asked that out loud.

"Uhm... Yes?" he made it sound like a question. 'Why?' Spencer Reid had been in a lot of awkward moments in his life, and this was definitely one of them. After a few seconds that seemed like minutes, Reid broke the stare, only to scrape his throat and continue walking to the bathroom, totally confused.

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"Stupid thing!" Prentiss bounced around on one foot, holding the other one with two hands while wincing in pain.

You didn't have to be a genius to figure out she dropped her briefcase on her toes. Reid and JJ tried to hold back a chuckle. On the previous case, the dark-haired agent lost her go-bag and so she was forced to get another one. Unfortunately for her, the bag she liked most was also the least practical.

"I'll take it." Reid offered after trying to conceal his laughter with a few coughs. Emily eyed him suspiciously, as if figuring out if he was serious or not. Deciding he was, she smiled, dropped the bag in front of him and said:

"All yours." She then walked away with JJ and left Reid with Hotch and her baggage.

'Damn,' he thought while picking it up 'this stuff really is heavy. What could you possibly need on a case?' With him it was some clothes, underwear, a toothbrush,... basic stuff. 'Well, it might have something to do with the fact she's a woman.' He thought.

"You want me to carry it?" Hotch asked.

"What?"

"The briefcase, do you want me to carry it?" he repeated.

"I heard you, but no, you don't have to carry anything."

'What does he think I am, a baby?' Reid thought.

Hotch was startled and at the same time irritated by the harshness of his answer.
He was trying to help the kid for Gods sake!

They needed to talk.

*Frustrated growl* Agh! This all sounded so much better in my head. I just can't find the right words. Anyway, thanks for everyone who reads or reviews. I promise I'll put the next chapter up before Monday this time.

Also, you are so nice to me even though I'm not always writing that good, so... Thank you so much! :)