FedEx Field | Washington, District of Columbia

FIO Bell truly enjoyed very few things in life. Considering how much professional turmoil there was in his life, he'd never truly been able to grow as a person and explore hobbies and interests. But when there came a chance for him to engage in his favorite pastimes, he jumped on the chance.

That is why he found himself at the gates of FedEx field on a rainy Sunday afternoon, dressed in a gray sweatshirt with a red San Francisco 49ers jersey on top, hood drawn. He grumbled to himself about East Coast weather. Stepping up to the ticket scanner, Bell grabbed a phone and pulled up something that made the man tending to this particular gate raise an eyebrow.

Purposefully ignoring the man's obvious surprise at whatever he'd shown, he walked into the stadium and up to his seat. Sitting behind the endzone was one of his favorite vantage points to watch football from.

The kickoff sequence began and a sloppy game ensued. The rain made it hard for anyone to hold on to anything, but Bell enjoyed it all the same. October football made him happy in ways he could not being to describe.

Even a scoreless game at half could not knock him off a serotonin high. The dirty looks from Redskins fans (they actually existed?) seemed to not bother him every time he yelled his head off whenever his boys did anything remotely positive.

Bell knew that being an obnoxious asshole at an away game probably wouldn't end well; he kept being one all the same. Standing 6 foot 5, 220 pounds, he figured anyone who actually wanted to mess with him would be too drunk to be of much consequence.

Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on being watched.

The third quarter began a little after Officer Bell finished stuffing his face with stadium pizza and fries.

"I can feel my cholesterol level rising already," he joked to no one in particular. "Eh, I'll probably work it all off at the gym tomorrow. You only live once, right?"

Nine minutes passed, and finally, at 5:28 left in the third quarter, the 49ers put points on the board. For the first time since he'd moved to Quantico, he smiled.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Bell hollered. "Let's gooo! Suck it, losers!"

A fellow SF fan next to him slapped him five and they participated in a bro hug.

The dopey grin remained on his face through not one, but two more scores, with the game ending in a win for his boys, 9-0. Elated that the underdogs had stayed undefeated, he walked up to every Niners fan in the place and gave them a fist bump.

Had he known his moves were being scrutinized, he likely would have not done so.

A blonde haired, blue eyed Pennsylvania girl and a tough Chicago native stood far back, laughing.

"How much do you want to bet he'll come in there tomorrow and act all serious in a dress shirt," chortled Morgan.

"Everything I've ever owned." JJ was keeled over in laughter. "I mean, I get that the Skins lost, but I think this more than makes up for it!"

"I think we've found the way to his heart, Blondie," Morgan said.

JJ replied, "He's a tough nut to crack, but yes, I think we'll get in this way. Let's go thank Garcia."

6:32 pm

"Will, for the last time, I was at a football game with Morgan!" JJ said.

"What, so now even when you are in town, your family ain't good enough for you to spend time with anymore? Why are you always with your coworkers, cher?!" Will yelled back.

"Maybe because they aren't always on my case about spending time with them, Will!"

"I'm not in the wrong here, JJ…" Will said, dropping his voice.

"I know, I know, I just-I don't...I feel suffocated at home, and I don't understand why…" JJ whispered. This was a lie. She knew exactly why she couldn't stay at home: the overwhelming guilt she felt whenever her husband did something sweet, like he was doing now.

Will enveloped her in a warm embrace. "Hey, cher, it's ok. I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"Me too, Will." Liar.

4:25 am | the next day

Reid lay awake in his bed, contemplating quantum theory. It was something he subconsciously did whenever he felt something was wrong, which he did now. He didn't know what, or where, or even who, but he knew that he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night.

He sighed and got up. It was too early for even him to come into the office, but he could think of nothing else to do. Reid grabbed a coffee jug, set it under his coffee maker, and went to get ready for work.

By the time he was all showered and caffeinated, the clock above his desk read 5:02 am. He decided that he might as well get there before Hotch would have, or everybody else, really, to try and lighten their caseloads a little.

Luckily for him, the Metro had started running but two minutes ago, meaning he could get to the office by half past. He was expecting some peace and quiet at the office, with solitude often being the Doctor's only solace on days like these.

Reid would not find solace in silence that morning. The elevator dumped him on the sixth floor as he sipped the last of his coffee-flavored sugar. He did a double take when he saw someone sitting at their desk through the glass doors.

"Bell?" he muttered confusedly. "Why is he here?" He lost the suit, I guess. He seems more comfortable. I wonder what it is that puts him on edge when we're around.

The man in question looked up and when he saw someone walking into the bullpen, his body language changed ever-so-slightly, something that even most profilers wouldn't pick up on. Reid did.

"Good morning, Doctor Reid. Why are you here so early, sir?" Asked Bell.

"Couldn't sleep. You too, huh?"

Bell stiffened. "Yeah, of course. You know, newbie jitters and all that, sir."

He's lying, Reid thought to himself. Did he even go to sleep? He doesn't look tired, and there's no coffee on his desk…

"Yeah, I got it." Reid fake smiled.

I've gotta talk to Morgan and Garcia about this. Maybe JJ too.

10:56 am

Garcia waited anxiously for Bell to leave the room so that she could gather her babies to discuss this new intel on the FIO.

When he finally got up from his seat after nearly three straight hours of work, she squealed and briskly walked through the bullpen, gathering her three minions to conduct a meeting in her office. When they were all gathered, she commenced the top secret discussion.

"Okay, my do you have for me?" Garcia greeted.

JJ went first. "He's putting up a facade at the office. Morgan and I were at the Redskins game yesterday, and he was too, like you told us."

"Guy was jumping around like a little kid. By the way, baby girl, how did you know he was going to be there?"

Elsewhere, Bell was walking back to his desk from his office only to find a bullpen devoid of any BAU agents. "Weird," he mumbled to himself. He glanced up at the round table room, but there was no one there.

Rossi and Prentiss were still in their respective offices. Where were the rest of the SSAs? He was determined to find them. Maybe they had an assignment and forgot about him, considering he was the newest member. After all, it was too early for lunch, and too late for breakfast.

Pondering their possible locations, he realized Garcia was unaccounted for too. Officer Bell quickly strode in the direction of her office and was about to knock when his name being said from the other side of the door, effectively freezing him.

"...he was here even before I was! Hell, he was here before Hotch used to be here. It seemed like he'd never even gone home," said the distinct voice of Dr. Reid.

"So how do we get him to crack?" said a female voice.

Suddenly, the door opened. Bell had heard enough.

"You don't."

a/n: two updates this week, my dudes ;)