Well I have one thing to say.

THANK YOU!

When all of those reviews came in I was schocked (and pleased) and it totally inspired me to get this chapter done. For those reading Shelter and Protect, I'm almost done with the next chapter of that one too. I'm thrilled to know you all are enjoying this and thanks so much again. In return I hav decided to give a fairly good long chapter. Over 2,000 words at least.

Just a quick note. I have not been watching the current season of Criminal Minds. A friend of mine has and she let me know that Prentiss is gone from the show and JJ. So...this is going to be set officially when they were still on it.

Enjoy!

Chapter Seven: What Is That Smell?

Check your email. *wink wink*

Morgan grinned as he read the text message from Garcia. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he quickly logged into his email. He clicked on the message titled 'Don't let Reid or Prentiss see!'

Hope this works for you, the message read. Don't let Rossi know either, I think he's in on it.

Morgan scanned the list and grin got wider.

Photocopy an entire dictionary and fax it to the CFO.

Write a coworker's initials in White-Out on the photocopier.

Schedule a series of important departmental meetings and forget to show up to them.

Send blank sheets of paper via interoffice mail. (Marked "urgent" and "confidential", of course.) Remember to send a few to the mailroom; they'll especially get a kick out of it.

Anonymously post quotes from Adolph Hitler on a company bulletin board. (Quotes about "team spirit" can be particularly inspiring.)

Adulterate other people's lunches: take bites out of sandwiches, sprinkle bacon bits in vegetarians' salads (also works well with Orthodox Jews), and spike the thermos of iced tea with grain alcohol.

See how long you can hide a paper bag full of tuna fish in the back of the refrigerator before someone notices it. (Writing someone else's name on the bag goes without saying.)

Set a mouse free in the office each day. When the problem becomes an epidemic, send snakes after them.

Draw a flip-cartoon of a man running on the bottom of every notepad in the office supply closet.

Hide in the supply closet and scare people when they open the door.

Put a fake rubber hand in your sleeve, and when a secretary walks by, stick the hand in a paper shredder and scream.

When someone is at lunch, use their computer to e-mail a 200 megabyte database file to everyone in the company.

Submit letters of resignation for other employees.

Conduct all correspondence with your friend in the next office via Federal Express early-morning next-day delivery.

Dial the phone number of the guy in the next cubicle whenever he walks away from his desk. Hang up before he can run back to answer it. Repeat often.

Report rumors daily via the bathroom wall.

Pull a fire alarm while someone is in the bathroom.

Make sure your expense report contains at least one reference to the "client meeting" at the "gentleman's club".

Whenever a coworker makes a mistake, offer them the opportunity to "help you out" in exchange for you not reporting the mistake to their boss.

See how many funerals in a row you can get away with leaving work early for.

And finally:

Respond to every request by your boss with the phrase "I would prefer not to."

Morgan got up quickly and walked to JJ's office.

"Garcia got us a list. Let's go. She'll want to talk to us."

JJ nodded and the two quickly made their way down to Garcia's office.

"So what do you think?" Garcia asked as soon as they entered the office.

"Good list. Which one do we start with though?"

"Six, seven, or ten." Morgan stated firmly.

"Well six won't be as fun…how about I do number seven. Morgan, you do ten."

Morgan huffed.

"Why do I have to be the one in the closet?"

"Because JJ is actually needed and I have to go buy a bunch of tuna. I think I'm going to see if Rossi is on it."

"How so?" JJ asked.

"I'm going to make sure I put Rossi's name on the tuna. If he's in on it, he'll want revenge."

"Nice thinking. I'll go hide in a closet then." Morgan pouted.

"Oh don't worry baby, I know for sure Reid goes there at least once a day."

Morgan brightened at that.

~ThePrankWarOfTheBAU~

Reid sighed in frustration. He was starting to run out of things to do. He didn't want to stop yet…it was too much fun.

He started down the hall to the supply closet. He needed to get a rag…again. He'd spilt his coffee…again.

He wasn't a klutz…really.

Reid opened the door to the closet and a dark figure lunged at him.

Reid's shriek was embarrassingly girly.

"Morgan!"

Morgan broke out into loud laughter.

"Man you should've seen your face! And I didn't even know your voice could get that high!"

"You—I—what?"

"I figured I'd give you a bit of your own medicine!"

Reid scowled and shoved Morgan away from him. So Morgan thought this was funny huh? Well, he'd turn the tables real quick.

Reid inhaled sharply and exhaled shakily. He moved his shoulders as if he were fighting not to cry.

Morgan frowned at his young coworker.

"Hey. Reid. Man, I didn't mean to scare you so bad."

Reid turned away, hiding his face. He gave a small hitched breath.

"Reid?"

Prentiss! Reid hoped she would catch on to what he was doing quickly.

"Morgan! What did you do to him?"

"I was just playing around!"

Prentiss glared at the dark (in more ways than one) agent before her.

"C'mere Reid."

Reid dutifully shuffled over. He quickly met her eyes, hoping desperately she understood and played along.

Either she didn't understand and seriously thought Morgan had done something, or Prentiss was good at reading minds.

"I can't believe you Morgan! What did you do to him?"

"I jumped out of the closet and acted like I was going to grab him! That's it I swear!"

"That's it? Think of how many times Reid's been kidnapped or assaulted! What do you think he'd think when you leapt out at him?"

"Oh…I didn't think of it that way…and I didn't know it was him there!"

"You shouldn't have been so careless!" Prentiss snapped. She put her arm around Reid's shoulders and led him away.

"I take it you'll explain that to me later?" Prentiss asked softly.

"Yup. Thanks Prentiss. Nice job catching on quick."

Prentiss smirked.

"I can tell when you're really crying Reid. That wasn't what you do when you cry."

Reid shrugged and grinned.

"Well it looks like Morgan has decided to fight back. How are we going to counter?" Prentiss asked.

"I don't know…we're running out of stuff. We need to get whatever thing Morgan is using."

"If he's using a list."

"Morgan could not come up with his own pranks."

"Now that's just mean Reid." Prentiss scolded.

"I'll see if I can hack his computer tonight."

"You can do that?"

Reid smirked.

"Ten bucks says his password is something like 'God's Gift To Women'."

Prentiss laughed.

~ThePrankWarOfTheBAU~

Reid didn't break in that night. Or the next night. Or the next. He thought he was getting close though. Morgan had just gone out for lunch, now would be the perfect time to try again.

Reid went to grab his lunch out of the mini fridge. He stopped abruptly as soon as he opened the door.

A horrid smell assaulted his senses.

Wrinkling his nose in distaste, Reid tentatively rooted around in the refrigerator for the source of the vile smell.

Reid finally pulled a bundle out of the refrigerator.

He yelped when he realized what the bundle was wrapped in.

Boxers. Clean ones; thank the heavens, but also Rossi's.

How did he know? The name Rossi was stitched onto the back. Reid stared nervously at the bundle.

Finally he ventured forward and nudged it with his foot. He repeated this motion several times until at last it unrolled.

A soiled brown paper bag sat there innocently.

Reid looked around for some gloves quickly. He spotted a box of dispensable gloves and snapped a pair on quickly.

He knelt down next to the sickening bag. He opened it cautiously.

Tuna.

Days old tuna from the looks of it.

That was it. Reid could never eat lunch here again.

Fighting the urge not to puke, Reid quickly called out.

"ROSSI!"

The older agent walked over to Reid.

"Reid, what is that smell?"

"Gee, I don't know, maybe your days old tuna wrapped inside your boxers! Seriously Rossi are you trying to scar me for life? Because you're succeeding!"

Rossi frowned.

"How did my boxers get there?"

"I don't know! I don't want to know! I didn't want to know what kind of underwear you wear! But I do now! So let's just forget all about this. Take your stuff!"

Reid held it out expectantly.

Rossi recoiled. When Reid glared at him, he reluctantly took the parcel and dropped it in the trash.

"Reid, I didn't do that. I don't even eat tuna! I don't like it."

Reid shook his head fiercely.

"Well then how did it get there? I mean—"

Reid paused mid rant.

"Morgan."

"What?"

"Morgan. He's been getting 'revenge' on us. I bet he did this."

Rossi glared at the trash.

"Then let's get him back."

"I'm trying to. I'm trying to get his list. I was going to go hack into his computer when I opened up the fridge and…well you know the rest."

"Go do it now! I'll keep a look out."

Reid scurried over to the computer and quickly tried the password he'd thought of: Taking Revenge on Reid and Prentiss Is Fun.

Reid's eyes widened in shock when it worked.

Wow. Just…wow.

Reid quickly got into the emails and opened it up. He grinned. Jackpot. Reid printed it out and gave a thumbs up to Rossi.

They were golden.

Yes...the nightmare that is Rossi's boxers...*shudder*. Hope you all enjoyed!

I'm starting something new. You all have the lists now, if there's a prank you want a certain team to pull, let me know in and I'll take it into consideration. That's the most difficult thing with me, I'm never sure which prank to do next.

Thanks again and please review to let me know!

Eminnis