Gideon, Hotch, Morgan, Prentiss, Reid, JJ and Garcia where sitting together around a table in a small white room. The white room was part of a building that was part of a psychiatric institution. The room was white, that is, to everyone but Reid. He kept squealing in delight over the original artwork that decorated the walls. The original artwork consisted of him and Tobias, doing the dirty. Whoever had drawn it was clearly very talented.

Finally, a terrified looking man entered the room. He wasn't the same shrink as last time, but Dr. Cox had shed light upon the group that had held him captive. Dr. Cox now needed his own therapist. But that was a different story entirely. The new doctor glanced around at the dangerous agents. This time, at least they were chained in place... er, restrained.

Yes, it was common procedure to handcuff all clients and chain them to their chairs. However, there hadn't been enough handcuffs to go around, so Morgan and Reid were sharing one pair. One cuff was around Morgan's left wrist and one was ensnaring Reid's chicken neck. This was what was forcing Reid's face to be uncomfortably close to Morgan's crotch. It was also what was forcing Reid to see famous works of art, as Morgan had many masterpieces tattooed on his bod. He'd only gotten them recently, right after Reid had been held hostage by Hankle, in fact. At first, the thought of Hankle slobbering on Reid had really pissed Morgan off. But now, he thought, it was rather sexy. That, too, is an entirely different story, so back to the matter at hand. And not Morgan's matter in Reid's hand but the matter of the fragile psyche of the BAU team.

The new doctor sat down in the coziest chair and folded his hands in his lap nervously. The team could smell his weakness. They were special like that. The good doctor was aware of this. He knew he needed to establish dominance because that was what was done in the animal world.

So, without a moment more of hesitation, he took a wild leap onto the table and ripped off his shit displaying his hairy beer belly. The dominant males in the pack, aka everyone but Reid, growled and tugged at their chains, longing to leap onto the table and display their gorgeous muscles.

Even Prentiss, JJ, and Garcia considered themselves dominant males. They had nice muscles too.

Reid, however, started to whimper and hid his head under the table just as Morgan managed to wiggle out of his pants.

"That was odd. Why was there a big, hairy creature hiding in Morgan's pants?" Reid wondered.

The creature seemed scared, and Reid felt sorry for it. "It's okay, you can come out," he cooed, petting its head gently. Sure enough, the creature started to sneak out of its hiding place.

Meanwhile, Dr. Beer Belly climbed off the table and sat back down on his big comfy couch. Prentiss sneezed. Morgan moaned.

There was a thud from under the table. Apparently Reid had hit his head. The thud was followed by "Bad Fluffy! No spitting!"

Dr. Beer Belly cleared his throat. "Let's start out by doing an activity so we can get to know each other better."

The team mumbled. They were still rather bitter about Dr. BB's aggressive display of dominance. Only Reid seemed excited about the prospect of an activity. He reappeared from beneath the table and panted excitedly. Morgan patted Reid's face and gave him a cookie.

"Let's all go around the room and say our names, why we think we're here, and..." Dr. BB paused for a moment, thinking. "Our favorite memory. It can be recent, or it can be from far in the past. Why don't we start with you, then, young lady?" He gestured towards Prentiss.

Prentiss bared her teeth.

Reid bounced excitedly in his seat. "Oh, me, me! Let me go first!"

"Very well, young lady," Dr. BB said to Reid. "You may go first."

"I'm Spencer Reid. I'm here because I've been a bad boy. My favorite memory is of the time Morgan and Hotch and Gideon and I all had a sleepover."

Hotch clapped a hand over his face, Morgan winked at Dr. BB, and Gideon's face turned a deep scarlet. The therapist began to scribble shamelessly in his little notebook.

Gideon was not scarlet from embarrassment, oh no. He was angry! "I've had it," he growled, "with these motherfucking snucks on this motherfucking plane."

Morgan whimpered uncharacteristically and shoved Fluffy back into his pants.

Dr. BB calmly observed Gideon's outburst and then asked, "Would you like to talk about it?"

Gideon shook his head. "I just want to live in a cabin somewhere. Write some letters. Have an easy retirement."

Reid smiled nostalgically. "You mean that cabin in which he had the sleepover? That was a beautiful place."

Gideon shook his head. "Look, Reid, I know you have abandonment issues and this will bother you for years to come, but you'll take it stoically like a man. That's why I'm leaving. You need to learn to take it stoically like a man."

Reid's lip quivered but he bit it into submission. Finally, he spoke. "It's okay, Gideon, you can leave early. I'll meet you back at the BAU office in twenty-three minutes and fourteen seconds, then."

Gideon's face turned even redder, but before he could say anything, Hotch spoke up, ever the peacemaking team leader. "Gideon, what's a snuck?"

Gideon's blood pressure rose to dangerous levels. "A snuck is a typo, Hotch! And it's 'motherfucking snuck!'"

With that, Gideon left the room.

"Oh, he won't make it very far," Dr. BB said. "This is a locked ward."

"Yeah, plus he's still chained to the chair," Morgan pointed out.

Reid looked rather nonplussed for the current dramatic turn of events.

"What are you thinking about, young man, sitting there with that pouty, contemplative expression?" Dr. BB inquired.

"I was wondering if I could have one of those lollipops in that jar over there," Reid replied, nodding towards the filing cabinet near the door. "Later, I want to show Morgan a new physics trick that Tobias taught me."

There was silence that was only broken by the snoring of the three girls, who weren't getting very much screen time.

Suddenly, Dr. BB ripped off his face mask and revealed his true identity!

TBC…