Hello there. I'm on this funny-oneshot kick lately, and this occurred to me last night. Hope you enjoy!

A/N: I'm still working with voice--I hope the speakers are apparent.

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine, but they are now back in production...(yay!)

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"Reid, what are you doin'?"

"It's driving me crazy."

"Yeah, but we can call someone to…"

"No. I am perfectly capable of doing this myself, Morgan."

"Watch yourself, there…"

Morgan grabbed hold of the rickety ladder Reid was balancing on.

"Where'd you find this old thing?"

"I brought it in."

"Okay, now, that's just…"

"Don't say it."

"What are you two doing?"

"Reid's decided hehas to fix it, Prentiss."

"Now?"

"Yes, Emily, right now. It's been driving me crazy for a week now."

"You do know we can…"

"Nope. Resident genius says he has to do it himself."

"I've been calling for a week and it's still not fixed!"

Prentiss looked at her young colleague.

"Are you having nightmares again, Reid?"

The younger man shook his head; he was engrossed in his current project. He finished removing a part and slowly lowered it down to Prentiss's waiting grasp.

"Hand me one of those, will you?"

She handed him a long glass tube, which he began studying to determine how it fit into the whole problem apparatus.

"I have agents who are freelancing now? Can't you call…"

There was a chorus of "no's."

"Reid says he has to do it himself, Hotch."

"No, Reid, you don't."

"Hotch, I've called for a week. It's still not fixed and it's driving me crazy. I'm perfectly capable of…"

"You do know this isn't like the ones you have at home?"

"Yes, Hotch."

Hotch stood back and took in the sight. He jumped only at the sound of glass breaking.

"Are you all right Reid?"

"I'm fine, but now the end is stuck inside the connection. Morgan, Emily, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Reid, I'm fine."

"Nothing like a glass shower to wake a guy up."

"That's it, I'm calling…"

The chorus of no's became louder.

"What are you doing?"

"Reid's decided to take matters into his own hands, JJ."

"You do know.."

"Calling doesn't work!" came Reid's voice from atop the ladder.

"Works for me…"

"I don't think they like me down there anyway."

"What makes you say that, kid?"

"You ever see the looks I get after setting off a little rocket? It's like the think I'm trying to make their jobs harder."

"Whoa. What's got everyone working overtime?"

"Reid's gotta fix it himself, Garcia."

"Oh, no, sugar, you just call…"

"Save your breath, sweet thing. He's convinced he has to do it himself."

There was another clinkof breaking glass.

"Oops."

"Reid…"

"No, no, I can do this!"

"What's going on, Hotch?"

"We've all joined the union, Rossi. Could you see if we can get…"

"I'll call.

"Tell them to hurry. And bring first aid."

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Alex sighed as he brought in the vacuum cleaner and replacement bulbs. He had been getting calls about this for a week, but there had been other, more pressing emergencies to tackle in the building.

He stood outside the glass doors at the BAU, looking at the group of people huddled around a rickety wooden ladder, trying not to let the young agent fall off or break any more bulbs.

Alex shook his head. How many profilers does it take to fix a light bulb? he thought, a small smile forming on his face.