Feb. 15th: Foldable – 100 words – No one's battle gear would be complete without a nifty weapon!

Spencer Reid/Elle Greenaway

"We're stuck."

Elle raised an eyebrow at Reid. "You just now figuring that out, Sherlock?"

Reid ignored her comment, continuing to tap at the door. "There's got to be some way out of here."

"We could try kicking the door down."

Reid blinked at her. "You know I'm not Morgan, right?"

Elle gave him a once-over, taking in his thin frame. At least he could rival Morgan for looking good in a tux. "Right. Sorry." She placed her hands on her hips, humming to herself as she stared at the door.

"Wait! I've got it!" she said a moment later. Reid was surprised to see her pull a Swiss Army Knife out of her purse.

She noticed his confusion. "What? A girl's gotta protect herself." She gestured for Reid to stand back, before beginning to furiously chip away at what looked to be a weak link in the lock with the knife. At one point she nicked her finger, cursing and brushing off Reid's attempt to check the wound. She knew he'd check the moment they got out of here, though.

"All right, come help me, Reid," Elle said a short time later. A couple firm pushes, and finally, the door budged just enough for the two of them to squeeze through.

"Well done, Elle," Reid said, smiling at her.

Elle busied herself with trying to brush the dirt off her now slightly torn dress in an attempt to hide her blush. "Thanks."

"How's your finger?" Accidentally locking us in a shed, ruining her dress, and now she's got a cut on her finger. Good job, self.

"It's fine, Reid." She let him examine her finger anyway, trying to avoid noticing how gently his thumb rubbed against her palm. "I'll get a Band-Aid when we get back, if it'll make you happy. Okay?"

Reid nodded, satisfied with that answer. He gestured ahead then, keeping close to Elle as the two headed off in search of their SUV.

"Think we can just leave this little detail out of our report?" Reid asked.

Elle laughed. "What, you don't think the higher ups would get a kick out of hearing about how we got trapped in a shed while trying to spy on our unsub?" Reid shrugged, chuckling slightly at her comment. She was right. It was kind of a funny story.

""Sorry about your dress," he continued.

"Eh, don't worry about it. Just one of the many risks of the job, right? Besides," Elle said, giving him a small smirk, "this is one of the more fun undercover jobs I've had." She nudged Reid with her arm.

Reid was about to respond when he looked up ahead. The rest of the team was gathered together in a parking lot, an officer ushering the unsub into a squad car. Morgan, Gideon, and JJ looked in Reid and Elle's direction, their faces a mix of confusion and amusement.

"What on earth happened to you two?" JJ asked as Reid and Elle met up with them.

The two looked at each other for a moment, sharing a smile.

"Long story."