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No one has the balls to react…
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Hotch met each and every one of his team members' eyes, making sure that they were paying attention. "I'm afraid the budget committee has issued several, quite restrictive cutbacks. These will considerably influence our cases."
No one blinked. No one breathed. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Reid's gaze was locked on a point over Hotch's shoulder, his mouth twisted. Morgan's eyes were wide, his hands trembling on the table. JJ just looked worried. Garcia stared straight down into her lap, shoulders shaking. Prentiss cocked her head back curiously, glancing from one team member to the other and then back to Hotch again.
"We'll discuss this further when I return," Hotch said, both impressed and disappointed by their willpower, before walking sedately from the conference room. Outside, Dave lounged against a wall and held out his hand for both the jaunty, rainbow-coloured hat Hotch was still wearing and twenty bucks from Hotch's wallet.
"Told you they wouldn't have the balls to laugh," Dave said, flicking the hat's propeller and watching it spin.