Criminal Minds fic- A Care Bear Amidst Paperwork
Title: A Care Bear Amidst Paperwork
Author: 1000traenen
Summary: Hotch watches his team on Paperwork Day. Set after 2x06 (no spoilers though)
Rating: FRT
Prompt: #14- Minor Annoyances- Papercut
Claim: Criminal Minds- Derek Morgan
Disclaimer: Since you don’t see stuff like this on TV, suffice it to say that they aren’t mine. Nor do I own the Band-Aid brand (though I do lay claim to a few boxes of Band-Aids) or the Care Bears.
Spoilers: none.
A/N: For the 2dozenowies comm. Link to table. Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
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It was Paperwork Day at the BAU, something every agent learned to appreciate, no matter how tedious the paperwork was. Paperwork meant that there were no serial killers or missing kids that needed their immediate attention, nor any bloody crime scenes or psychotic unsubs. Aaron Hotchner stood up from his chair, walked around his desk and exited his office. He didn’t go far, only to the railing just across from his office door, where he leaned on it and looked at his teammates.
Reid was busy at work while Morgan seemed lost in thought, and JJ was nowhere to be seen. Hotch looked over to see Gideon purposefully heading toward Reid and Morgan. Hotch frowned, wondering what Gideon was doing, so Hotch decided to watch and find out for himself.
Morgan drew Hotch’s attention when his posture suddenly changed. Morgan went from slouched and lost in thought to straight up and hyper-aware in a second. Hotch smiled to himself, knowing that Morgan was aware of Gideon’s approach, even when Gideon was coming up on him from behind. Reid noticed it as well, looking up from his paperwork and glancing first at Morgan, then at an approaching Gideon.
Before Gideon could open his mouth to greet the two younger agents, they heard a female screech from nearby. After a flurry of unintelligible mumbling, the lone female of their team came barging in, shaking her left hand vigorously.
“You know what I hate about all this paperwork?” she asked before putting a fingertip in her mouth.
“Writing everything in triplicate…” Morgan began, ending with a grin.
She shook her head and moved her finger just enough to answer, “No, I hate getting papercuts. It never fails…”
“You should clean that,” Reid noted, getting only a glance from JJ. “Do you know how many…”
“Reid, she’s a big girl and she probably knows how to take care of a papercut,” Morgan interrupted, himself not wanting to know how Reid was going to finish that statement.
And he was rewarded with an enthusiastic nodding of the head from JJ, who used her free hand to point to Morgan.
But Morgan wasn’t done yet, “But that doesn’t mean she couldn’t use a little practical help. After all, she’ll only have one free hand.”
JJ rolled her eyes and feigned a groan, and that was enough keep Morgan from getting too smug. But she nodded again, and led the way to the breakroom, where the first-aid kit was kept.
Once JJ and Morgan had disappeared, Gideon took the chair from what used to be Elle’s desk and rolled it so he was sitting near Reid. The two of them were speaking in hushed tones, so Hotch had no idea what they were talking about. But soon, laughter caught his attention, and he wondered what JJ was laughing at. He cocked his head to the side in the direction of the sound, and soon heard Morgan’s voice as well.
Hotch noticed that both Reid and Gideon had heard the incoming company as well, both looking in the direction of the laughter. They only needed to wait a few more seconds, as both JJ and Morgan showed up with grins on their faces.
“Mind sharing with the class?” Reid asked, looking between JJ and Morgan.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” JJ answered with a shrug, then looked at Morgan who didn’t move.
“How’s your finger?” Reid asked.
Hotch couldn’t help but smile a little when JJ held her finger up, wiggled it and said, “It’s fine…nothing a little antibiotic gel and a Band-Aid couldn’t fix.”
“Then there’s the matter of the Band-Aid…” Morgan grinned, winking at JJ.
“It is brightly colored,” Gideon piped in, leaning back in his chair and watching the other three interact with each other.
“She was complaining how the regular ones were…boring,” Morgan answered. “And I knew Garcia had a few interesting ones, so I ran down and got one from her. It was Garcia’s idea, I was just the messenger.”
“So, what is on the Band-Aid?” Reid asked, not knowing that was also Hotch’s question as well.
“Cheer Bear!” Morgan answered, getting swatted on the arm by JJ.
“Cheer Bear?” both Reid and Gideon repeated.
“Cheer Bear,” Morgan affirmed. “According to Garcia, she’s happy and kind and spreads cheer wherever she goes. And that does sound like our JJ…”
By then, JJ had her arms crossed over her chest, her cheeks more than just a little pink. She was trying not to glare at Morgan, as that would only encourage him.
Hotch stood up and took a step back from the railing. Just as he was about to turn and head back into his office, he noticed Gideon looking up at him. They exchanged slight nods, and then Hotch went back into his office. And he was hoping that this was only the beginning to a string of Paperwork Days in their immediate future.
FIN
Author: 1000traenen
Summary: Hotch watches his team on Paperwork Day. Set after 2x06 (no spoilers though)
Rating: FRT
Prompt: #14- Minor Annoyances- Papercut
Claim: Criminal Minds- Derek Morgan
Disclaimer: Since you don’t see stuff like this on TV, suffice it to say that they aren’t mine. Nor do I own the Band-Aid brand (though I do lay claim to a few boxes of Band-Aids) or the Care Bears.
Spoilers: none.
A/N: For the 2dozenowies comm. Link to table. Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
---
It was Paperwork Day at the BAU, something every agent learned to appreciate, no matter how tedious the paperwork was. Paperwork meant that there were no serial killers or missing kids that needed their immediate attention, nor any bloody crime scenes or psychotic unsubs. Aaron Hotchner stood up from his chair, walked around his desk and exited his office. He didn’t go far, only to the railing just across from his office door, where he leaned on it and looked at his teammates.
Reid was busy at work while Morgan seemed lost in thought, and JJ was nowhere to be seen. Hotch looked over to see Gideon purposefully heading toward Reid and Morgan. Hotch frowned, wondering what Gideon was doing, so Hotch decided to watch and find out for himself.
Morgan drew Hotch’s attention when his posture suddenly changed. Morgan went from slouched and lost in thought to straight up and hyper-aware in a second. Hotch smiled to himself, knowing that Morgan was aware of Gideon’s approach, even when Gideon was coming up on him from behind. Reid noticed it as well, looking up from his paperwork and glancing first at Morgan, then at an approaching Gideon.
Before Gideon could open his mouth to greet the two younger agents, they heard a female screech from nearby. After a flurry of unintelligible mumbling, the lone female of their team came barging in, shaking her left hand vigorously.
“You know what I hate about all this paperwork?” she asked before putting a fingertip in her mouth.
“Writing everything in triplicate…” Morgan began, ending with a grin.
She shook her head and moved her finger just enough to answer, “No, I hate getting papercuts. It never fails…”
“You should clean that,” Reid noted, getting only a glance from JJ. “Do you know how many…”
“Reid, she’s a big girl and she probably knows how to take care of a papercut,” Morgan interrupted, himself not wanting to know how Reid was going to finish that statement.
And he was rewarded with an enthusiastic nodding of the head from JJ, who used her free hand to point to Morgan.
But Morgan wasn’t done yet, “But that doesn’t mean she couldn’t use a little practical help. After all, she’ll only have one free hand.”
JJ rolled her eyes and feigned a groan, and that was enough keep Morgan from getting too smug. But she nodded again, and led the way to the breakroom, where the first-aid kit was kept.
Once JJ and Morgan had disappeared, Gideon took the chair from what used to be Elle’s desk and rolled it so he was sitting near Reid. The two of them were speaking in hushed tones, so Hotch had no idea what they were talking about. But soon, laughter caught his attention, and he wondered what JJ was laughing at. He cocked his head to the side in the direction of the sound, and soon heard Morgan’s voice as well.
Hotch noticed that both Reid and Gideon had heard the incoming company as well, both looking in the direction of the laughter. They only needed to wait a few more seconds, as both JJ and Morgan showed up with grins on their faces.
“Mind sharing with the class?” Reid asked, looking between JJ and Morgan.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” JJ answered with a shrug, then looked at Morgan who didn’t move.
“How’s your finger?” Reid asked.
Hotch couldn’t help but smile a little when JJ held her finger up, wiggled it and said, “It’s fine…nothing a little antibiotic gel and a Band-Aid couldn’t fix.”
“Then there’s the matter of the Band-Aid…” Morgan grinned, winking at JJ.
“It is brightly colored,” Gideon piped in, leaning back in his chair and watching the other three interact with each other.
“She was complaining how the regular ones were…boring,” Morgan answered. “And I knew Garcia had a few interesting ones, so I ran down and got one from her. It was Garcia’s idea, I was just the messenger.”
“So, what is on the Band-Aid?” Reid asked, not knowing that was also Hotch’s question as well.
“Cheer Bear!” Morgan answered, getting swatted on the arm by JJ.
“Cheer Bear?” both Reid and Gideon repeated.
“Cheer Bear,” Morgan affirmed. “According to Garcia, she’s happy and kind and spreads cheer wherever she goes. And that does sound like our JJ…”
By then, JJ had her arms crossed over her chest, her cheeks more than just a little pink. She was trying not to glare at Morgan, as that would only encourage him.
Hotch stood up and took a step back from the railing. Just as he was about to turn and head back into his office, he noticed Gideon looking up at him. They exchanged slight nods, and then Hotch went back into his office. And he was hoping that this was only the beginning to a string of Paperwork Days in their immediate future.
FIN