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You’d really think the BAU had less downtime than they do. The amount of times they’ve skipped work and made Rossi cook for them is completely absurd, and man is Garcia wishing this was one of those times. The rest of the team was on a case and she was once again stuck in her office. Their unsub was a bigger technophobe than Reid and the man only had an email out of necessity.
Speaking of Reid, her only solace was that he had been injured on the last case and Hotch made him stay back as he wasn’t cleared to fly, at least according to a medical doctor. She swears he’s gonna get a medical degree just to clear himself for cases.
Rolling over to the basket hidden underneath her desk(Morgan and Kevin were real snack thieves), she pulls out a single serve bag of cheetos(JJ is welcome to said cheetos as she deserves all of the snacks for dealing with a team full of children).
The bag crinkles and Reid’s head snaps up from the book on quantum physics he’s had his nose buried in since the team last called.
“Are those snacks?” He looks like a freakin kicked puppy.
“Family size bags of chips, you want one?”
His eyebrows crinkle in confusion when she brings the bin out to show him his options.
“Garcia those are single serve.”
“Anything is family size when you’re an orphan.” She responds cheerily, putting a cheeto in her mouth.
“...what exactly counts as an orphan here?” Garcia nearly chokes on her tea.
“Jesus Christ Reid, don’t let Rossi hear you say that!” She slyly throws him a bag of plain potato chips through laughter. “That being said, welcome to the orphan club! We have snacks!”
“Does the orphan club have chopsticks, I don’t wanna get my book dirty?”
The pink pair with cats on the end makes Spencer smile when she hands them over.
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“Garcia says we need another pasta night.” Hotch informs Rossi, looking through the books on the victim’s shelf.
“Mmm, who’s sad this time?”
“Reid apparently made an orphan joke.”
Dave’s eyes narrow. “Spaghetti or penne?”