No relationships or anything in this one, loosely based on something that happened to me, and for those who were wondering/asking, I have a diagnosis of autism and Visuo-spatial dyslexia, and some other posssibles that have never been formally diagnosed

The bullpen isn't solely for the BAU. Other agents from other departments also have desks there. The BAU team all have desks close to one another, they have set desks whereas some of the desks are just for whoever needs them. Usually people see the personal items on the desks and take the hint that it's someone's personal desk. Sometimes, they don't.

Spencer was feeling good today, getting up and ready for the day was easy and as a result he was ready quicker than usual. He got to the bullpen earlier than his teammates, apart from Hotch, who had quite possibly never left. He was ready to just sit down and do his work, except he couldn't. Today, apparently, was one of those days when people couldn't see the blatantly obvious. A man, who Spencer vaugly recognised as an agent from one of the hostage rescue teams, was sat at his desk.

"Hey, excuse me?" Spencer began, slightly timid "this is my desk. I need to work here" he continued.

"Dude, can't you see I'm working? I needed a computer, what's the big deal?" Now, for the record Reid isn't rain man. So when he told him "there's 27 other computers available" he knew because he knew there were 28 computers in the bullpen, and only one was in use. Alas, the agent didn't care.

"Go use one of them then" Reid was starting to get a little annoyed now

"But this is my desk!" He exclaimed

The man now turned to look at him. "Look, I get you're special and all that, but seriously, can you just get lost? I don't have time to try and explain it to one of your lot" and for a moment Spencer was speechless.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, desperately hoping that he hadn't ment what he thought he had

"I mean, you're autistic, and because of that you always get your own way. But let's be honest, you might be a genius, but you shouldn't be here. You should be..."

"Agent!" A voice boomed over the office. It was Hotch. "My office, now" he continued

The man smirked "Looks like someone's sick of your..."

"Agent, if I wanted Dr Reid I would have addressed him as such, or as supervisory special agent Reid. The fact that I only said agent would suggest I want you to come to my office" Hotch corrected, tiring of the man quickly. Hotch glared as the man logged out of the computer, threw a glare to Reid before walking angrily to Hotches office.

In the office Hotch told the agent that he wasn't to sit in the seats of any of his team. That they had extremely sensitive information at their desks and that by sitting there he could have been obstructing a federal investigation. He also told him, with slightly less manners, that Reid gets treated the same as the rest of his agents, and that perhaps if he never sees him get reprimanded it's because he never does anything stupid enough to warrant a public reprimand. Fair to say, the agent didn't dare argue back.

Garcia had also gotten to work early that day, she'd planned to. She wanted to get in early and leave everyone their favourite coffee and donut so they could start the day off right. Upon entering the bullpen however, she found that someone, or something had already foiled her plan. Reid was stood by his desk, shifting jerkily from foot to foot, tears in his eyes. "What's up junior G man?" She asked in a low tone of voice, knowing that usually he found Hotch or Morgan's voice more comforting. Seeing a tear fall from his eye she quickly changed tactic. "Come on, my office is nice and cool, lets go sit in there" She then proceeded to count to 8 in her head, something Reid once said, that it can take up to 8 seconds for an autistic person to answer sometimes, especially if they were having trouble processing. It took almost all of that 8 seconds for Reid to will his legs to move in the way he wanted them to, having to fight through the static in his brain.

Garcia was right, her office was cool. Had Reid been in a better mood he would have told Garcia about how cool temperatures are good to calm the body as they stimulate the central nervous system and stop the overheating caused by anxiety, he would also tell her that sometimes in times of extreme distress an ice pack on the back of the neck is a good way to clear your head.

Garcia let Reid pace, only stopping him to give him his donut, chocolate frosted with rainbow sprinkles. Garcia kept the lights on low and didn't switch on her computers yet so the sound of the fan wouldn't annoy Spencer. She sat quietly for about 15 minutes, so Spencer's sudden talking surprised her. "I should be here" Garcia hadn't seen any of what had happened before, but didn't bother trying to clarify "I know you should, you save people's lives"

"I don't get my own way" he told her, which only added to the confusion

"I know that, if you got your own way then the FBI would serve jello at lunch" She said, trying to lighten to mood.

"I'm autistic" that, was definitely unexpected

"I know that too, you gave us all a letter to explain it"

"But not the hostage rescue team!" He shouted and Garcia was slightly taken aback.

"Did someone from hostage rescue say something?" She asked, ready to rip the head off whoever had upset him so much. Unfortunately, Spencer just began repeating her question under his breath.

Hotch walked the offending agent to the door of his office, having sent an official complaint to his supervisor. Seeing Reid was not at his desk he asked Morgan, who had since come in, if he had seen him. "No, have you checked with Garcia? I saw her car on my way in" he suggested, Hotch thanked him and went off to find his agent.

Hotches voice had a calming effect on Reid, as usual. He managed to get him to sit down and explained to him that he has requested disciplinary action against the agent, and reminded his supervisor that the information about Reid's diagnosis was strictly confidential, that only necessary people should be informed by a third party. That from now on, he hopes that only agents Reid chooses to tell will know. That's not out of shame, but as the events show, some people are morons.