Well hey there. It's been a while. Gah. Sorry. If I were to give you an excuse, it would be that demon teachers enjoy watching me suffer at the end of the year, so they give me tons of homework and finals, but that would be a totally lame excuse since these take, what? 3 minutes to type? And I already have over 20 written? Yeah, lame. Sorry. Forgive me?
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
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Chess
"Checkmate!" Spencer Reid exclaims, eyes bright, a sparkling grin decorating his face as he moves his chess piece to its new position of dominating glory on the checkered chess board.
Garcia lets a laugh escape her lips, eying Derek Morgan's narrow glare.
"Sweetcheeks, you know I love you, but...Reid can whoop your tush at chess. That only took our little genius 4 minutes and 32 seconds." she says, patting him on the back gently before leaving the room to tell...well, everyone.
The older man leans back in his seat, shaking his head as he stares at the board.
"How in the world do you do it, kid?" he asks, in total awe. Reid grins, a bit smug, a bit embarrassed.
"A genius never reveals his secrets." He then stands, grabs his messenger bag, and leaves an extremely perplexed Morgan staring at a chessboard he will never understand.