At The Institute, Christine and Reid were discussing dinner, or, rather, the lack thereof.
"Spencer, you can't go out on a case hungry!" Christine insisted. "I already have these hors d'oeuvres heated up, you can take them with you and I'll round up some soft drinks for you."
"I can't show up with just enough food for me," Reid argued. "Everyone would try to take it and I still wouldn't get anything to eat. Remember how JJ tried to steal my sandwich?"
"I have vivid memories of that tussle," Christine laughed. "If I remember right, you both ended up losing because Aaron claimed a share. Tell you what, let's go raid the kitchen. I am sure we can come up with enough food for everyone on your team."
Going through the well-stocked kitchen, they quickly found the ingredients for sandwiches for the team, as well as more packages of frozen hors d'oeuvres, which they heated up in the microwave. When Hotch and JJ pulled the SUV under the portico of The Institute, they were surprised to see Reid and Christine emerge from the building carrying several insulated bags.
"What - ?" Hotch questioned.
"I don't know about you," Christine told him. "But Spencer hasn't had dinner, so I made up some sandwiches for him to eat on the way. There are extras, as well as snacks and drinks for everyone."
"Sounds good to me," JJ wasted no time appropriating one of the bags. "I'm not about to turn down food from your kitchen! I remember last time we were here."
"Well, we'll have to take turns driving and eating," Hotch wasn't about to argue with two hungry agents. "And, the two of you had better make sure I get my share!"
"Spence is going to drive?" JJ asked tentatively.
"I'll have you know I have never gotten a ticket or had an accident," Reid told her as he climbed into the back seat.
"Yeah, and we all know why," Hotch replied dryly.
"Just stay safe," Christine requested as she helped Reid pack the remaining insulated bags into the back seat.