Criminal Minds - Fools 1/2 [Gen - Morgan, JJ, Emily, Reid - T]
Title: Fools 1/2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: T
Summary: Welcome to the BAU prank wars.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.
A/N: It's all in good fun. Enjoy!
ETA: Nominated for Best Comedy in the 2009 Criminal Minds Fan Fic Awards.
Part 1 Part 2
Emily Prentiss brushed her way into the bullpen of the BAU, nodding to coworkers and fellow agents as she walked. Reid and Morgan were already hard at work filling out their respective consults and case reports, only Reid bothering to spare her a glance as she took her seat at the desk across from him.
"'Morning, Emily."
"Good morning," she greeted in return, setting down her bag.
Morgan paused his writing, looking up from his work.
"Hey, do you have that Lee file for me?" he asked.
Prentiss furrowed her brow, thinking for a moment. "Uh...Yeah. Hang on, I've got it right here," she said, bending down to open her bottom drawer. Her fingers had barely wrapped themselves around the drawer handle when she recoiled, feeling something slimy between her fingers.
"Ugh! What-?" she exclaimed, looking at her grease-covered hand in disgust and causing Reid to glance up in surprise. Across the aisle, Morgan burst out laughing.
"Did you do this?" Emily demanded, glaring at her co-worker suspiciously.
"Come on, Prentiss," Derek replied happily, grinning at her expression. "You should know not to let your guard down on April Fool's Day."
Reid watched the two of them with all of the interest of a fan at a sporting event, his work forgotten.
Emily narrowed her eyes - the significance of the date had escaped her notice until now, but she didn't feel like informing her colleague of that fact. He was looking decidedly too pleased with himself as it was. She couldn't remember Morgan observing the pseudo-holiday last year, but she quickly remembered the string of West-Coast arsons that had taken place around that time, occupying all of the team's resources.
"The origins of April Fools are largely unclear, with many urban legends still persisting today," Reid informed them eagerly. "In some countries, the jokes only last until noon, and someone who plays a trick after that time is called an 'April Fool.' In other countries - such as Ireland, France, and the U.S. - the pranks last all day."
Prentiss scoffed, still glaring sidelong at Morgan as she reached for a tissue to wipe off her hand. "This is your idea of a prank? I thought people stopped greasing handles in grammar school."
"Worked on you," Morgan retorted confidently, resting his hands behind his head, his mirth still evident at the success of his prank. "Admit it - you're just upset because I got you."
"Good morning, everyone," Hotch acknowledged them distractedly, saving Emily the task of responding as the unit chief made his way down the steps from his office, heading straight for the coffee machine.
Emily glanced back at the desks across from her. Morgan and Reid had both returned to their consults, the former still wearing a grin that was far too smart-alecky for her tastes. She smirked, pulling a file out of her bag and starting in on her work, looking the very picture of innocence and professionalism.
He wouldn't know what hit him.
- ~ April Fools ~ -
"Sorry about the hassle, Morgan," JJ repeated as the pair of them walked back into the bullpen. "The clerks in archives have been breathing down my neck lately. I just wanted to make sure I had everyone's reports right before I handed it over to Hotch."
Morgan shrugged, smiling. "No problem, JJ. It happens."
They walked back to his desk as they talked, approaching just in time to hear his desk phone start to ring. Derek reached across the desk to answer it - he'd been expecting a call from the Atlanta P.D. - frowning in surprise as the entire cradle came along with it.
"What the--"
He shook the handle of the phone, confused as it refused to separate itself from its cradle. A quick glance at Prentiss' desk told him why.
Emily sat across the aisle, her legs crossed and her phone to her ear as she chortled, waving the fingers of her other hand at him smugly. Both women burst out laughing at his expression.
Morgan narrowed his eyes. "You glued my phone?"
Behind him, JJ snickered. "Don't worry - it comes off," she assured him, pulling a small bottle of solvent out of her pocket and tossing it to him.
Morgan pointed to her in surprise.
"You got her to help you?" he asked Prentiss, brow furrowed, an almost hurt expression on his face at the fact that he'd been teamed-up on.
"What's the matter?" Emily retorted, hanging up her phone. "Ashamed that 'the girls' got the better of you?"
Morgan chuckled at the remark, shaking his head. "Okay. Okay, so you guys are trying to start something, is that it?"
"We're just going off what you initiated," Prentiss retorted, a challenge in her eyes. Beside her, Reid was trying very hard to be invisible.
Derek flicked his nose, looking between the two of them. "All right, so how's this sound? Prank wars - from now until quittin' time. Losers buy the drinks tonight."
"You really think you could beat us?" JJ wrinkled her nose jokingly.
"Oh you're both going down," Morgan assured her. "And no more team-ups. From now on, it's one-on-one. Best agent wins."
The two female agents exchanged a glance, each gauging the other woman's response. JJ shrugged her shoulders, a barely-contained smirk on her face.
"Okay, Morgan," Emily agreed, sitting straighter in her chair. "You're on."
- ~ April Fools ~ -
JJ burst into her office, an armful of files balanced on her hip as she took a sip of her coffee. Her office was its usual state of ordered chaos, with towers of paperwork building a fort around her work area. Few people understood the filing system that she had in-place, but despite the mess, she knew the location and contents of every file and consult under her care. Agent Todd had moved some things around during her short stay, and after a few weeks of being back, JJ had finally succeeded in returning things to the way she liked them.
Adding the pile in her arms to one of the shorter stacks, she moved around to the other side of her desk, cautious for booby traps. Growing up with an older brother, she'd learned most of the secrets of a good prank. There was no real doubt in her mind that she'd beat the others in the end. Still, that didn't mean they wouldn't get one or two good ones in against her. JJ had a decent handle on Emily's pranking skills, but she wouldn't put it past Morgan to pull something simple just to throw her off-track. She couldn't afford to get careless.
Agent Anderson passed by her door, stopping to look in.
"Hey, JJ," he greeted briefly. "I'm stopping by I.A., and you said you needed that inquest form sent up?"
She nodded, taking a seat. "Right. Hang on, I've got it right here."
Leaning over, she pulled open the top drawer of her desk, pushing back in her chair in surprise as she discovered that the drawer had not only been placed in upside-down, but had been stuffed full of pink packing peanuts, which promptly came pouring out onto the ground under her feet.
Agent Anderson looked on in surprise, unsure of how to react.
"April Fool's prank?" he guessed, watching her expression carefully.
JJ narrowed her eyes, reading the note that had been taped to the drawer:
'Thought the place could do with some redecorating.
- Morgan'
"Yeah," she rolled her eyes. Just like she'd thought - simple. "Never mind about the file, I'll send it up myself later."
The other agent took his leave, giving JJ time to plot her revenge as she began the task of cleaning up.
- ~ April Fools ~ -
Morgan tapped his pen on the desk, his eyes growing weary from the seemingly endless stack of paperwork. He'd made a promise a long time ago never to begrudge the days where the worst thing they had to deal with was the crappy Bureau-brand coffee of the bullpen, rather than the death of an innocent civilian, but he'd be lying if he didn't admit that the rush of profiling an active case far outstripped the monotony of filing a business expense requisition form.
Sighing, he decided to take a break, turning to his computer. Desire had promised to send him photos of the car their mom had bought last month, as well as a shot of Sarah's elusive new boyfriend. He typed in the password for his e-mail, clicking the 'login' button.
'You have 98 new messages.'
Derek's eyes flew wide open - he'd just checked his mail that morning. At most, he averaged ten or twenty messages a day. How could he have gotten so many?
He clicked on his inbox, eyeballing the message titles with increasing confusion.
'From: Hot_Mama1971
Re: PIX!!!'
'From: LeighLeighLady
Re: We shou;d meet'
'From: TrekkerFreak64
Re:Ur Profile
'From: SMBabeh
Re: greAt Picz = call me!!1!'
'From: Spock'sBoy
Re: Episode 28 - Opinions?'
'From: FLuckynLove
Re: Wanna chat?'
"What the hell?"
"Oh, Morgan, hey," JJ called from behind him, a satisfied smile on her face, and a fresh handful of files in-tow.
"I wanted to thank you for that little bit of office redecorating you did earlier, so I thought I'd give you a hand in return," she informed him, her tone rife with amusement. "I know the dating scene's been a little rough lately, so I decided to help out by putting an ad for you on this great dating site I'd heard of. Don't worry - I made sure to mention your huge Star Trek obsession, and your strong desire for something 'long-term'."
Morgan's expression turned incredulous, glancing back at his email browser, which was still 'ding'-ing with new replies. JJ peered over his shoulder in mock interest.
"Wow, they really seem to like you. You were so popular, I decided to add some pictures, too."
Derek eyed her in disbelief. "Were you always this evil?"
JJ grinned. "You brought this on yourself. And hey, there's still five-and-a-half hours left."
She placed the files in her arms on top of the ones already sitting on his desk. "By the way, these just came for you. Hotch would like them done by lunch."
- ~ April Fools ~ -
"Come on, Baby Girl," he pleaded, resting his hands on her shoulders. "You'd hardly have to do a thing."
"I said no," Garcia replied resolutely, turning to face him. "Reid told me all about the little war you three have going on, and I refuse to help you get back at them."
"Not even for your chocolate Adonis?" Morgan begged, his expression hurt. "They wouldn't have to know you were involved. What happened to the beautiful, brilliant, fun-loving hacker I fell in love with?"
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Penelope insisted, though her frown had lessened slightly.
"You should ‘a seen the stuff she wrote about me on that site," he informed her, crossing his arms. "Now I've got three hundred and fourty emails from people asking me if I prefer Kirk over Picard, and would I like to discuss it over dinner! Not to mention the comments about the pictures she posted."
"I refuse to get involved," she reiterated. "I cannot betray the bonds of sisterhood, not even if JJ did also post a profile detailing your intense love of all things Muppet-related."
He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't happen to help JJ with that website, did you?"
Garcia turned back to the screens, her voice raising an octave. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Derek looked unconvinced, leaning over her shoulder.
"Oh, really? So, that wasn't you, with the screen name 'TechGoDdess32', asking for nude photos?"
"I have no knowledge of this dating site of which you speak!" Garcia exclaimed, her voice speeding up. "I have been very, very busy today doing productive and hard-working things, and would have no time for such childish pranks."
She picked up a pink teddy-bear pen, scribbling notes down from her computers, refusing to face him. "And I also will not help you get even with Emily and JJ. You'll just have to figure something out on your own."
- ~ April Fools ~ -
Lunchtime came and went, with JJ still in the lead and the office pool predicting a last-minute underdog victory for Morgan, with Emily as the long shot. Agent Freitas, in Counter Terrorism, had put one hundred dollars on each of the female agents, claiming that they would most certainly be tied by three o'clock, with Derek admitting defeat by four.
Morgan sauntered back from his lunch, locking eyes with Emily.
"Less than five hours left, Prentiss," he goaded playfully. "Looks like you're falling behind."
He pulled his desk chair out to sit, jumping back as a container of pens, an organizer, a paperweight, an ink blotter, a box of Kleenex and two case files immediately went flying off his desk, scattering themselves across the floor.
Emily smiled sweetly, crossing her arms. "Or maybe," she commented," I'm just getting warmed up."
Just at that moment, Rossi chose to stroll by, his walk slowing to a halt as he caught sight of the situation. Silently, he raised an eyebrow at a stunned Morgan, gloating Prentiss, and mess of office supplies decorating the floor between them.
"Do I want to know?"
"Probably not," Reid replied, not even bothering to look up from the file he was writing in.
Rossi nodded, continuing on to his office.
"Just how the hell did you do that?" Derek asked, his hand still resting on the back of his chair as he eyed Prentiss with newfound appreciation.
"Fishing wire attached to the legs of the chair," she answered gleefully, turning back to her work. "Less than five hours left," she reminded him happily. "Looks like you've got some catching up to do."
- ~ April Fools ~ -
"No way," Prentiss argued, walking back from the break room with Reid in-tow. "Tom Baker was the best."
Reid shook his head, as if amused by her ignorance. "David Tennant clearly beats him out as best Doctor of all-time."
Emily scoffed as she took her seat. "Why are we having this conversation? You weren't even alive when Baker was at his finest - you couldn't possibly understand his appeal."
The genius frowned, considering this argument.
Prentiss smiled in victory, scooting her chair in closer to her desk as she reached for a sip of her coffee. A second later, she spat it back into the cup, coughing.
"Yeuchh!" she exclaimed, a sour look on her face.
"What's wrong?" Reid asked, concerned.
"Yeah, Prentiss," Morgan chimed in from across the aisle, grinning. "What's wrong?"
Emily turned to glare at Derek.
"What did you do?"
Morgan smirked, holding up a small bottle of Tabasco sauce. "I thought you'd like to try a new 'magic ingredient,'" he laughed.
The female agent scowled, tossing the rest of the drink in the trash. Time was running down - she'd have to work quickly if she wanted to beat the both of them.
Part Two
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: T
Summary: Welcome to the BAU prank wars.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.
A/N: It's all in good fun. Enjoy!
ETA: Nominated for Best Comedy in the 2009 Criminal Minds Fan Fic Awards.
Part 1 Part 2
Emily Prentiss brushed her way into the bullpen of the BAU, nodding to coworkers and fellow agents as she walked. Reid and Morgan were already hard at work filling out their respective consults and case reports, only Reid bothering to spare her a glance as she took her seat at the desk across from him.
"'Morning, Emily."
"Good morning," she greeted in return, setting down her bag.
Morgan paused his writing, looking up from his work.
"Hey, do you have that Lee file for me?" he asked.
Prentiss furrowed her brow, thinking for a moment. "Uh...Yeah. Hang on, I've got it right here," she said, bending down to open her bottom drawer. Her fingers had barely wrapped themselves around the drawer handle when she recoiled, feeling something slimy between her fingers.
"Ugh! What-?" she exclaimed, looking at her grease-covered hand in disgust and causing Reid to glance up in surprise. Across the aisle, Morgan burst out laughing.
"Did you do this?" Emily demanded, glaring at her co-worker suspiciously.
"Come on, Prentiss," Derek replied happily, grinning at her expression. "You should know not to let your guard down on April Fool's Day."
Reid watched the two of them with all of the interest of a fan at a sporting event, his work forgotten.
Emily narrowed her eyes - the significance of the date had escaped her notice until now, but she didn't feel like informing her colleague of that fact. He was looking decidedly too pleased with himself as it was. She couldn't remember Morgan observing the pseudo-holiday last year, but she quickly remembered the string of West-Coast arsons that had taken place around that time, occupying all of the team's resources.
"The origins of April Fools are largely unclear, with many urban legends still persisting today," Reid informed them eagerly. "In some countries, the jokes only last until noon, and someone who plays a trick after that time is called an 'April Fool.' In other countries - such as Ireland, France, and the U.S. - the pranks last all day."
Prentiss scoffed, still glaring sidelong at Morgan as she reached for a tissue to wipe off her hand. "This is your idea of a prank? I thought people stopped greasing handles in grammar school."
"Worked on you," Morgan retorted confidently, resting his hands behind his head, his mirth still evident at the success of his prank. "Admit it - you're just upset because I got you."
"Good morning, everyone," Hotch acknowledged them distractedly, saving Emily the task of responding as the unit chief made his way down the steps from his office, heading straight for the coffee machine.
Emily glanced back at the desks across from her. Morgan and Reid had both returned to their consults, the former still wearing a grin that was far too smart-alecky for her tastes. She smirked, pulling a file out of her bag and starting in on her work, looking the very picture of innocence and professionalism.
He wouldn't know what hit him.
- ~ April Fools ~ -
"Sorry about the hassle, Morgan," JJ repeated as the pair of them walked back into the bullpen. "The clerks in archives have been breathing down my neck lately. I just wanted to make sure I had everyone's reports right before I handed it over to Hotch."
Morgan shrugged, smiling. "No problem, JJ. It happens."
They walked back to his desk as they talked, approaching just in time to hear his desk phone start to ring. Derek reached across the desk to answer it - he'd been expecting a call from the Atlanta P.D. - frowning in surprise as the entire cradle came along with it.
"What the--"
He shook the handle of the phone, confused as it refused to separate itself from its cradle. A quick glance at Prentiss' desk told him why.
Emily sat across the aisle, her legs crossed and her phone to her ear as she chortled, waving the fingers of her other hand at him smugly. Both women burst out laughing at his expression.
Morgan narrowed his eyes. "You glued my phone?"
Behind him, JJ snickered. "Don't worry - it comes off," she assured him, pulling a small bottle of solvent out of her pocket and tossing it to him.
Morgan pointed to her in surprise.
"You got her to help you?" he asked Prentiss, brow furrowed, an almost hurt expression on his face at the fact that he'd been teamed-up on.
"What's the matter?" Emily retorted, hanging up her phone. "Ashamed that 'the girls' got the better of you?"
Morgan chuckled at the remark, shaking his head. "Okay. Okay, so you guys are trying to start something, is that it?"
"We're just going off what you initiated," Prentiss retorted, a challenge in her eyes. Beside her, Reid was trying very hard to be invisible.
Derek flicked his nose, looking between the two of them. "All right, so how's this sound? Prank wars - from now until quittin' time. Losers buy the drinks tonight."
"You really think you could beat us?" JJ wrinkled her nose jokingly.
"Oh you're both going down," Morgan assured her. "And no more team-ups. From now on, it's one-on-one. Best agent wins."
The two female agents exchanged a glance, each gauging the other woman's response. JJ shrugged her shoulders, a barely-contained smirk on her face.
"Okay, Morgan," Emily agreed, sitting straighter in her chair. "You're on."
- ~ April Fools ~ -
JJ burst into her office, an armful of files balanced on her hip as she took a sip of her coffee. Her office was its usual state of ordered chaos, with towers of paperwork building a fort around her work area. Few people understood the filing system that she had in-place, but despite the mess, she knew the location and contents of every file and consult under her care. Agent Todd had moved some things around during her short stay, and after a few weeks of being back, JJ had finally succeeded in returning things to the way she liked them.
Adding the pile in her arms to one of the shorter stacks, she moved around to the other side of her desk, cautious for booby traps. Growing up with an older brother, she'd learned most of the secrets of a good prank. There was no real doubt in her mind that she'd beat the others in the end. Still, that didn't mean they wouldn't get one or two good ones in against her. JJ had a decent handle on Emily's pranking skills, but she wouldn't put it past Morgan to pull something simple just to throw her off-track. She couldn't afford to get careless.
Agent Anderson passed by her door, stopping to look in.
"Hey, JJ," he greeted briefly. "I'm stopping by I.A., and you said you needed that inquest form sent up?"
She nodded, taking a seat. "Right. Hang on, I've got it right here."
Leaning over, she pulled open the top drawer of her desk, pushing back in her chair in surprise as she discovered that the drawer had not only been placed in upside-down, but had been stuffed full of pink packing peanuts, which promptly came pouring out onto the ground under her feet.
Agent Anderson looked on in surprise, unsure of how to react.
"April Fool's prank?" he guessed, watching her expression carefully.
JJ narrowed her eyes, reading the note that had been taped to the drawer:
'Thought the place could do with some redecorating.
- Morgan'
"Yeah," she rolled her eyes. Just like she'd thought - simple. "Never mind about the file, I'll send it up myself later."
The other agent took his leave, giving JJ time to plot her revenge as she began the task of cleaning up.
- ~ April Fools ~ -
Morgan tapped his pen on the desk, his eyes growing weary from the seemingly endless stack of paperwork. He'd made a promise a long time ago never to begrudge the days where the worst thing they had to deal with was the crappy Bureau-brand coffee of the bullpen, rather than the death of an innocent civilian, but he'd be lying if he didn't admit that the rush of profiling an active case far outstripped the monotony of filing a business expense requisition form.
Sighing, he decided to take a break, turning to his computer. Desire had promised to send him photos of the car their mom had bought last month, as well as a shot of Sarah's elusive new boyfriend. He typed in the password for his e-mail, clicking the 'login' button.
'You have 98 new messages.'
Derek's eyes flew wide open - he'd just checked his mail that morning. At most, he averaged ten or twenty messages a day. How could he have gotten so many?
He clicked on his inbox, eyeballing the message titles with increasing confusion.
'From: Hot_Mama1971
Re: PIX!!!'
'From: LeighLeighLady
Re: We shou;d meet'
'From: TrekkerFreak64
Re:Ur Profile
'From: SMBabeh
Re: greAt Picz = call me!!1!'
'From: Spock'sBoy
Re: Episode 28 - Opinions?'
'From: FLuckynLove
Re: Wanna chat?'
"What the hell?"
"Oh, Morgan, hey," JJ called from behind him, a satisfied smile on her face, and a fresh handful of files in-tow.
"I wanted to thank you for that little bit of office redecorating you did earlier, so I thought I'd give you a hand in return," she informed him, her tone rife with amusement. "I know the dating scene's been a little rough lately, so I decided to help out by putting an ad for you on this great dating site I'd heard of. Don't worry - I made sure to mention your huge Star Trek obsession, and your strong desire for something 'long-term'."
Morgan's expression turned incredulous, glancing back at his email browser, which was still 'ding'-ing with new replies. JJ peered over his shoulder in mock interest.
"Wow, they really seem to like you. You were so popular, I decided to add some pictures, too."
Derek eyed her in disbelief. "Were you always this evil?"
JJ grinned. "You brought this on yourself. And hey, there's still five-and-a-half hours left."
She placed the files in her arms on top of the ones already sitting on his desk. "By the way, these just came for you. Hotch would like them done by lunch."
- ~ April Fools ~ -
"Come on, Baby Girl," he pleaded, resting his hands on her shoulders. "You'd hardly have to do a thing."
"I said no," Garcia replied resolutely, turning to face him. "Reid told me all about the little war you three have going on, and I refuse to help you get back at them."
"Not even for your chocolate Adonis?" Morgan begged, his expression hurt. "They wouldn't have to know you were involved. What happened to the beautiful, brilliant, fun-loving hacker I fell in love with?"
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Penelope insisted, though her frown had lessened slightly.
"You should ‘a seen the stuff she wrote about me on that site," he informed her, crossing his arms. "Now I've got three hundred and fourty emails from people asking me if I prefer Kirk over Picard, and would I like to discuss it over dinner! Not to mention the comments about the pictures she posted."
"I refuse to get involved," she reiterated. "I cannot betray the bonds of sisterhood, not even if JJ did also post a profile detailing your intense love of all things Muppet-related."
He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't happen to help JJ with that website, did you?"
Garcia turned back to the screens, her voice raising an octave. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Derek looked unconvinced, leaning over her shoulder.
"Oh, really? So, that wasn't you, with the screen name 'TechGoDdess32', asking for nude photos?"
"I have no knowledge of this dating site of which you speak!" Garcia exclaimed, her voice speeding up. "I have been very, very busy today doing productive and hard-working things, and would have no time for such childish pranks."
She picked up a pink teddy-bear pen, scribbling notes down from her computers, refusing to face him. "And I also will not help you get even with Emily and JJ. You'll just have to figure something out on your own."
- ~ April Fools ~ -
Lunchtime came and went, with JJ still in the lead and the office pool predicting a last-minute underdog victory for Morgan, with Emily as the long shot. Agent Freitas, in Counter Terrorism, had put one hundred dollars on each of the female agents, claiming that they would most certainly be tied by three o'clock, with Derek admitting defeat by four.
Morgan sauntered back from his lunch, locking eyes with Emily.
"Less than five hours left, Prentiss," he goaded playfully. "Looks like you're falling behind."
He pulled his desk chair out to sit, jumping back as a container of pens, an organizer, a paperweight, an ink blotter, a box of Kleenex and two case files immediately went flying off his desk, scattering themselves across the floor.
Emily smiled sweetly, crossing her arms. "Or maybe," she commented," I'm just getting warmed up."
Just at that moment, Rossi chose to stroll by, his walk slowing to a halt as he caught sight of the situation. Silently, he raised an eyebrow at a stunned Morgan, gloating Prentiss, and mess of office supplies decorating the floor between them.
"Do I want to know?"
"Probably not," Reid replied, not even bothering to look up from the file he was writing in.
Rossi nodded, continuing on to his office.
"Just how the hell did you do that?" Derek asked, his hand still resting on the back of his chair as he eyed Prentiss with newfound appreciation.
"Fishing wire attached to the legs of the chair," she answered gleefully, turning back to her work. "Less than five hours left," she reminded him happily. "Looks like you've got some catching up to do."
- ~ April Fools ~ -
"No way," Prentiss argued, walking back from the break room with Reid in-tow. "Tom Baker was the best."
Reid shook his head, as if amused by her ignorance. "David Tennant clearly beats him out as best Doctor of all-time."
Emily scoffed as she took her seat. "Why are we having this conversation? You weren't even alive when Baker was at his finest - you couldn't possibly understand his appeal."
The genius frowned, considering this argument.
Prentiss smiled in victory, scooting her chair in closer to her desk as she reached for a sip of her coffee. A second later, she spat it back into the cup, coughing.
"Yeuchh!" she exclaimed, a sour look on her face.
"What's wrong?" Reid asked, concerned.
"Yeah, Prentiss," Morgan chimed in from across the aisle, grinning. "What's wrong?"
Emily turned to glare at Derek.
"What did you do?"
Morgan smirked, holding up a small bottle of Tabasco sauce. "I thought you'd like to try a new 'magic ingredient,'" he laughed.
The female agent scowled, tossing the rest of the drink in the trash. Time was running down - she'd have to work quickly if she wanted to beat the both of them.
Part Two