Okay. Sooo, I lied in my other Author's Note. They are going to go in order. And I'm going to mention some in others. I know that because I have like...72 planned out. XD
OH! And, if you have any suggestions on a moment, just let me know. I would looove suggestions. :D
Also, I realize that Reid might be just a bit out of character in this one...honestly...I don't care. xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
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250
Spencer Reid hates the workout room. Despises it. Whenever he goes in, everyone stares at him as if he's an alien. Not to mention, it makes him feel even weaker than he already knows he is. He avoids the smelly, stuffy room at all costs.
So when Hotch orders him to go get Morgan from the Room of Hell to brief him on their newest case, Reid was in no way looking forward to the occasion. With his hands shoved into the pockets of his khaki pants, he walks to the room as if he is treading the distance to his death.
He opens the glass door slowly, entering the room as inconspicuously as possible. His eyes nervously dart around the room, scanning for his coworker. He avoids all eye contact best he can, choosing to keep his head pointed mostly at the ground.
The small profiler breathes a sigh of relief when he catches sight of Derek at the bench press. Just as Reid begins walking towards him, he sees the number he's pressing.
250.
Reid cocks his head to the side.
"That's more than twice my weight." he mutters to himself. He's not sure why that interests him so much (he figures that he's a genius- everything interests him). He bites his lip, wondering just how many repetitions the older man can do with 250 pounds.
As he's contemplating, Morgan sits up, catching Reid's stare. He smirks a bit, and the young profiler blushes slightly as he heads over.
"Yeah, kid?"
"Uhm, Hotch sent me d-down here to get you. J.J.'s got a, uh, another case." he stumbles.
"Alright. Let him know I'll be right there." he says. The messenger nods, turning to go, but being stopped by the older profiler.
"25." he comments with a smirk, and Reid doesn't even pretend he doesn't know what he's talking about. He calculates in his head quickly.
"Huh, 57." he mumbles, almost incoherently before walking away.
Morgan shakes his head slightly, grabbing his towel and water before following.
"Strange kid."