I honestly hope this makes you chuckle a bit. Today has been the unluckiest day of 2015 so far, so I'm gonna just go hide in a hole.
Normally, the conference room held files, a screen, and seven FBI agents. Today, it held two children, whose nannies had both been too busy and whose other parents were busy. On these rare days, which occurred maybe once a year, the two boys would be left in the conference room, with coloring books and games.
Of course, ten hours in that room would make anyone a little antsy, but that was not a valid excuse for what they did. However, it was almost worth the effort to see the two little boys wrap Agent Anderson in duct tape.
Where they got the duct tape would forever be a mystery, and how they managed to convince Anderson to let them wrap him in duct tape wasn't important.
What was important was that a federal agent wasn't wrapped in silver duct tape, and two little boys were the masterminds behind the operation, even though they couldn't come up with a decent excuse.
"Reid," Hotch said as they untied Anderson, "Next time you're doing Physics Magic with them."
Reid just nodded and helped Anderson get off a piece of duct tape that was stuck to his foot. The boys gave a simple excuse when questioned by their parents.
"We were bored."