That Morgan was bored was not in and of itself surprising- he was often bored, despite the stack of paperwork on his desk that still needed to be completed. Before, when his desk was next to everyone else's, he could entertain himself by trading banter with Prentiss, shooting rubber bands at passing agents, or pester Reid. Now he had his own office, which was great, don't get him wrong, but for as much as Morgan liked the peace and quiet, it sometimes seemed a little too.. well, quiet and peaceful. One can only amuse themselves by bouncing a tennis ball off the opposite wall before it inevitably comes back to smack them in the face.
Rubbing his forehead, Morgan decided to refill his coffee; the trek to the lower floor would provide him an opportunity to stretch his legs and clear his head so that he could get back to work (actually, no. Who was he kidding, it would give him a chance to get distracted by something so he would have an excuse not to sit down at his desk and actually do anything). Sure enough, when he saw Reid working at his desk and the odds and ends that decorated the surface, an idea sprang forth from the remnants of a half-remembered previous conversation about shiny objects and stolen sunglasses. Morgan smiled; this was going to be fun.
To say that Reid was happy would be a bit of a stretch; he had missed the bus that morning, resulting in a half an hour wait for the next one. In the rain. Needless to say, when he finally got to work, he was literally dripping. On top of that, he was pretty sure Prentiss was sneaking her files into his stack, because even though he had been working steadily for three hours, the pile of paperwork never seemed to get any smaller. However, despite all of this, Reid was relatively content; he'd had an extra sweater in his bag to change into, his other clothes had mostly dried out, he had coffee with extra sugar and a new hazelnut creamer, and Prentiss was bound to run out of paperwork eventually. He was just putting the finishing touches on a case report when something flashed from out of the corner of his eye. When he turned to look, there wasn't anything there besides the normal pens and paperweights scattered across his already cluttered desk. With the mental approximation of a vague shrug, Reid turned back to his work.
Only a few minutes later, a similar flash drew his attention, disappearing when he turned to look in much the same way as before. This pattern continued for some time, and eventually Reid decided to just ignore it as best he could (though he couldn't help the initial instinctual reaction to turn towards the bright glint). But for as much as Reid attempted to ignore it altogether, he got more and more fed up with the distraction as time dragged on. Finally, fed up with a near-constant distraction with no clear source, Reid waited until the flash appeared again, then glanced around the room and the floor above for anything that might be causing it. Sure enough, when the light flashed again, he noticed a corresponding movement on the upper floor. When he realized what it was, there was only one coherent thought left in his mind: Morgan is going down.
Prentiss was working diligently on her files like the professional Federal Agent that she was (and was most definitely not playing angry birds on her phone, what are you talking about). She was contemplating whether or not to slip another file into Reid's pile when she looked over to notice said genius twitching sporadically. Intrigued, (but not enough to, you know, actually do anything) she settled into observe the events that played out. Reid was working at his desk as per usual, but every so often his head would snap to the side ever so slightly before he turned back once more like he was catching himself looking at something
After awhile, the twitching became more frequent and it was then that Prentiss saw what had been distracting Reid; Morgan stood on the floor above and was reflecting a beam of light onto Reid's desk via a mirror, where it refracted through a prism-like paperweight, sending a glitter flash of light across his desk. Around the same time that Prentiss realized this, the half-dragon seemed to come to a similar conclusion, and snatched the prism off his desk with what sounded like a low growl. Then, stuffing it into his pocket, Reid proceeded to storm up the stairs and chase Morgan around the upper floor as Prentiss watched on, grinning to herself.
Reid had almost managed to pin Morgan when Hotch's door opened with an ominous creak, and the team leader appeared in the doorway; the look on his face was enough to make both agents freeze. Hotch commanded them into his office with a stern expression and a voice neither dared to disobey, and Prentiss turned back to her files like the professional agent she was (thought as soon as she turned around, who's to say she didn't immediately text a certain Media Liaison and Computer Analyst with instructions to pull the security feed and watch what had happened).
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