Well, here you go chapter 4!

I'mm not super happy with this one, but it will do!

Again,I don't own Criminal minds or references to other stuff.

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I was starting to believe in reincarnation.

This primarily due to the fact that I was sitting on a park bench, wearing a Doctor Who costume I rented online and serving lemonade and cookies.

Why this sudden change in mindset?

Because I have become utterly convinced that in a previous life, I must have done something really bad.

Like kick puppies for fun. Or maybe take candy from babies.

Whatever I did, I apologize. You hear that universe? I'm sorry!

Forget locusts. I received plagues of insane FBI agents.

Let me explain why:

It was last Saturday, and like usual I was working the morning shift. However, it was just one of those days where no matter what happened, everything just seemed to get worse. I had a cold, my wisdom teeth were growing in (my dentist laughed and told me I was a statistical anomaly) I had this massive bandage on my nose because I broke it in soccer on Tuesday, Bec, my sister announced she was leaving for New Zealand to go organic farming, we ran out of my favourite cereal and my apron was MITL-Missing in the Laundry.

It just wasn't a good day.

Oh yes, and I had a test on Monday that I hadn't studied for at all.

Life hates me.

Chasity was going on about something in her cheerful demeanor. Like I cared. She was the one who 'accidently' pushed me 'just a little' into the bleachers and broke my nose on Tuesday.

Ha. She got a red card and a three week suspension. Serves her right.

I checked my watch, and groaned when I realised that the hands had only moved five minutes since when I last checked. The store was slow. It was beautiful outside, the first nice weekend of the year, so everyone, including my family, were probably all outside, basking in sunlight, leaving groceries until a lousy day.

Which left me in a bored state similar to that of a zombie. I was considering walking around the store, demanding for brains but I don't think Uncle Harold would appreciate the humour.

Of course, this was until Jennifer walked in, looking triumphant. I rolled my eyes. Maybe they wanted another Freddy.

She didn't even acknowledge me as she walked right to towards Uncle Harold, who had gotten his hernia fixed. He was sitting in a wheelchair, mouth set in a grim line. They began talking. My uncle nodded knowingly as she gestured towards her enormous, suspicious looking bag.

I guess it wasn't a bomb like I assumed it was.

Darn.

Jennifer must have gotten the answer she was looking for, because she headed for the exit, an enormous grin on her face.

"Ginny!" Uncle Harold barked at me "Go get some tables from storage!"

I hate being a bloody golden retriever.

"And some chairs too!"

Right.

I headed off and got the required supplies, pushing it on one of those lifter things with wheels. I don't know the real name. Lifter thing with wheels usually works just fine.

I was instructed by my dear uncle to set them up for the blond lady near the exit. By the time I reached Jennifer, she already had this large banner/sign thing up. Its large block letters read 'Come Talk to our Doctor About The Doctor!'

This couldn't be good.

Oh yes. I almost forgot. FBI agents automatically mean something very bad will occur shortly.

In two minutes, Jennifer explained everything to me. She had pamphlets. She was organized. I had to admit, I was quite surprised that anyone put as much time and effort into pranks as these FBI agents did.

In the end, I guess it was meant to be a practical joke, I was certain. Maybe she had baby brain that clouded her judgment (or sanity).

Anyways, the moral of this story is that Jennifer should be proud of herself.

She single handily created the largest sci-fi event in New England.

Jennifer's plan was to publicly humiliate Reid like he did to her by creating a phoney science fiction event to be held in the local park. She assumed that Reid wouldn't have a clue and therefore there would be this huge uproar whenever Dr. Spencer Reid, FBI agent didn't show up.

However, she didn't calculate in that Reid would discover that he was supposed to be delivering a talk on Dr. Who in the park on Wednesday night. Not only did he show up on time and prepared to do a two hour lecture, he was in costume.

He also had a slideshow.

And an assistant.

Who was also in costume.

And he was a huge hit. Like I mean, enormous. Over five hundred people showed up. The reporters had a field day. He was on the front cover of the newspaper the next day and one of the first stories on the nightly broadcast. Nobody was really sure who organized it (I have an inkling that Reid may have known, but didn't let on) but several city counsellors decided since it was so popular, they would have a Star Trek one soon.

Oh yeah. They also thought since it was so successful, they would have a whole weekend dedicated-like some com a con on drugs. Reid headlined.

There was a license plate from every state down the atlantic seaboard all the way to Flordia and quite a few from Canada as well. The end talley concluded that over 10,000 people showed up, and there were rumours that they may get some celebritys next year.

Grocery Land served lemonade and cookies and somehow I pulled a shift. I didn't even know who I was dressed up as. This was the cheapest costume I could find, because for some odd reason we had to dress up.

I don't even like science fiction.

Of course if I said this with this crowd around, I would probably get mobbed.

The worst thing was, Jennifer legitimately, actually cried. I sorta assumed it had something to do the pre-baby hormones. But she actually walked into the store and started flat out bawling at the success she created. It took forty two minutes and thirty seconds to calm her down.

I should have known that Reid and Jennifer weren't finished. My next shift after the weekend of talking to people wearing various get ups, a Wednesday afternoon, Jennifer stormed in, obviously fuming.

"Did Reid come in here?" she cried out "Did he?"

"Yah?" I responded, not understanding what the big deal was "Dairy section." He was now walking on his own. I was so proud.

Sarcasm.

She sprinted towards the dairy aisle, receiving several bewildered glances.

I had no idea what was going on. That is, until I figured out that Jennifer had very impressive lung capacity.

"YOU JERK REID!" she shouted which could be heard straight across the grocery store "Do you realise that I just received a mail order package of bagpipes?"

I watched the scene unfold behind a shelf.

Reid gave her a startled glance "Um, no actually," he replied in a confused tone.

"Then who sent these?!" Jennifer was obviously homicidal "What am I going to do with an effing set of bagpipes?"

"Start Highland games?" He shrugged and put down a block of cheese, sighing wistfully "You seem to have a real knack for organizing other large festivals, why not add another one to your protege? Currently North Amercia's largest games take place in a small village in the middle of nowehere."

"I dont care," she sniped "you will pay Reid!"

'That honestly doesnt sound that frightening," he responded in a mild tone while she stormed away. As I watched Reid shake his head slowly, the Italian guy Rossi and who I assumed to be their boss (he didnt blink-it was sorta strange) snigger behind a display.

"Bagpipes?" I repeated hollowly "I thought you guys werre supposed to be...you know...creative. Or smart in any case."

They exchanged a glance and shrugged.

"It's funny to watch Reid get confused," Italian guy explained in a low voice "It doesnt happen too often."

"Besides, bagpipes only had a three day wait. A case of Vegimite would take a few months."

"I understand your logic," I replied in a sarcatic tone "Very...mauture."

"There are no rules stating that SSA agents cannot prank members of their own team in a grocery store," boss Hotch guy answered in a strong voice.

"We checked," Rossi nodded knowinly.

Maybe I'll become a serial killer just to give these poor people something to do.

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