Oops
This may be the potential end of the world as they know it…
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Their teammate hunched over the buzzer with a maniacal gleam to his eyes. JJ could see an outline traced around him, a visible sign of just how hard he was vibrating on the spot.
"Final round," the announcer boomed. "Just three questions left."
"Maybe you should let us answer one, Spence," JJ said gently, reaching for the buzzer.
Spencer looked at her. "I tried," he said, eyes wide and white-ringed. "She got it wrong."
JJ looked at Emily, who shrugged innocently. "Hey, I was close."
"No, you weren't!" Spencer yelped, his voice shrill. Everyone looked at them.
"Jesus," Morgan hissed. "This was a shit idea, Prentiss."
"No, it wasn't," Emily protested. "We've got seven-hundred points!"
JJ thought that might be a bad thing, judging by everyone's murderous glares. "How many Red Bulls did you give him?" she asked.
"About seven," Emily answered after a beat. "But he's winning, aren't you, Spencer?"
"I can taste my heartbeat," he whispered, staring at his hands on the buzzer. "Yay!"