Roses Are Red | By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 3996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Roses Are Red
Ahmose Inarus Disclaimer: I do not own criminal minds, and I make no financial profit in writing this.
11:24 AM Quantico, Virginia.
Everyone was working. There was no active case, so it was a paperwork day. Rossi and Hotch had met on the walkway between their offices over looking the bullpen to discuss a file. Morgan was leaning back in his chair, tapping a pen and looking around, bored. Reid was typing furiously on his computer, flying through his files. After a few minutes, the girls walked into the bullpen and Emily sat down at her desk with a wince and a soft groan. Reid looked up, watching as Garcia pat her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, my lovely. We’ll get you a chocolate shake at lunch.” She told her. Emily smiled through her pained grimace. “Have you taken anything?” JJ asked Emily. “No point… nothing works.” Emily grumbled. “What’s wrong?” Reid asked. The women looked at him. “Oh. Uh, nothing Reid.” Emily said, giving him a smile. “… Are you hurt?” Reid pressed. “No.” “JJ asked you if you took anything.” “It’s nothing, Spence.” JJ said with a smile. “What’s not working?” Reid asked, digging in his desk drawer. “I might have something that will!” The women burst into giggles at this, and the men all looked at them. Reid blinked. “What?” “Spence… I doubt you have anything that can help Emily.” “Well, if she’d tell me what’s wrong!” Reid whined. “I AM a doctor!” “Not THAT kind of doctor.” Emily pointed out, grinning as JJ and Garcia burst out laughing again. “Are you in pain?” Reid asked. “Yes, Reid. But it’s FINE.” Emily told him. “Well, what’s hurting? Come on, I AM a genius! Maybe I can help!” Reid insisted. “You are so stubborn.” Emily sighed. “So what’s wrong?” “Reid… uhg, fine… My roses are red.” Emily said. Reid blinked. “… Huh?” “My roses are red.” Emily repeated. Morgan, Rossi and Hotch all observed this scene in amazed silence. “… What’s that?” Reid asked. The girls burst out laughing again. Morgan let his head fall to the desk, and Rossi’s eyebrows shot up. He looked at Hotch in disbelief. The man was trying not to smile. “This ought to be good.” “No kidding.” Hotch murmured, closing the file and focusing completely on the scene unfolding in the bull pen. “What’s so funny?” Reid was asking with a pout. “What does that mean?” “I’m… feeling delicate.” Emily said. Reid blinked again. “Are you sick?” “No!” Emily laughed. “Well, you’re an FBI Field Agent, Emily, you’re hardly delicate.” JJ, Morgan and Garcia burst out laughing, and Emily just stared at Reid, mouth hanging open. Reid blinked, and then his eyes widened. “I… I didn’t mean that as an insult! I’m… I’m just saying that… that…” “No, it’s okay, Reid. I know what you meant.” Emily laughed. “And I’m not sick.” “So what’s wrong?” “… She was caught by the Crimson Tide.” Garcia said. Reid blinked. “Huh?” “Mother Nature came to visit.” JJ offered. Reid blinked, puzzled. “… It’s raining?” More laughter. “My Aunt Flo has come to visit.” “… You have an aunt? I didn’t know that!” “I don’t!” Emily cried, amazed. Was the boy REALLY that clueless?! “What are you guys talking about?!” Reid demanded to know. “I’m a victim of Eve’s Curse.” Emily said. “She’s riding the red wave.” JJ offered. “Her kitty is bleeding.” “Aw, man…” Morgan cried, shaking his head. Reid just looked baffled. “Look Reid… all you have to know is that I’m… you know… ON TIME?” Emily tried to explain. “… For what?” Reid asked, and looked up when Rossi began hacking and coughing. A moment later, Hotch covered his mouth and coughed too. Both men’s faces were red. “I’m having a Bloody Mary.” Emily said. “… On the job?!” Reid cried, looking horrified. Everyone started laughing (and coughing) again. “Reid!” Garcia laughed. “It’s like… OMG, I’m OMP.” “… Huh?” “She’s riding the cotton pony.” JJ said. “There are Communists in the funhouse.” Emily said. “She’s rebooting the ovarian operating system.” Garcia chimed in. “… I think you’ve all gone insane!” Reid cried. “Alright, enough!” Hotch called, laughing. “I can’t take this any more!” Chuckling, Rossi walked down and sat on the edge of Reid’s desk, putting a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Reid… Agent Prentiss is in pain because she’s cramping due to her menstrual cycle.” Reid blinked, and then slowly, his eyes widened. “… What?!” He squeaked. “She’s having her period, Spence.” JJ said, grinning. Everyone watched as Reid’s mouth fell open and he turned bright pink. His eyes darted around, and then he squeaked and jumped to his feet, mumbling incoherently in his embarrassment, and then fled. The team watched him go, stumbling over his own feet. And then they couldn’t take it anymore. They all collapsed into gales of laughter. Even Hotch had to grasp the walkway railing and lean on it as he shook in his laughter. “Oh MAN!” Morgan managed to gasp.
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