A/N: Just a little humor while I work on a few other stories.
Sleight of Hand
The hum of the jet was getting to them on their long flight, and JJ looked insanely bored. Reid studied her for a moment.
"Wanna see a magic trick?"
JJ glanced up as she heard Reid speak, then processed what he had said and smirked, looking down again. "Sure," she laughed.
Reid shuffled the cards with a flourish, then fans out the cards, holding them out for JJ. "Pick a card."
She laughs again. "Any card?"
Reid winks. "Any card."
She carefully studies the cards, then selects one towards the end of the deck, taking it, glancing at it, and eyeing Reid over the top of the card suspiciously. "Okay... now what?"
"Put it back in."
She does, and he shuffles the deck, then starts slapping cards down onto the table, glancing up at her and grinning. She raises her eyebrows, watching the cards.
He stops, and flips one over. "That's your card."
JJ sighs, smiling. "Nope."
Reid frowns. "That's supposed to be your card."
"But it's not."
Hotch glances over his newspaper at the two of them, and smirks, shaking his head and looking back down at his newspaper.
Reid glances towards Hotch, opens his mouth, then shuts it again, glancing back down at the cards. He furrows his brow. "What was your card?"
"7 of Diamonds."
"But this is the Ace of Clubs."
"Exactly. It's not my card."
Reid frowns again, then slouches slightly. "But it was supposed to be your card."
"You said that."
Morgan saunters by. "Can't always be right, Pretty Boy." He ruffles Reid's hair, and Reid shrinks away, wincing.
"But I'm always right," he pouts.
"Obviously not," Prentiss says, not even looking up from her book.
JJ smiles again, and pushes herself up from the table, handing Reid the cards. "Better luck next time, Spence." She walks away.
Reid frowns again. He mumbles quietly, to himself. "But that was supposed to be your card."