Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.

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"Reid! Cut it out!" Morgan snapped, eyes looking pointedly at the genius who had tapping his foot in the confines of this very quiet elevator for the last twenty damn minutes.

Or at least Morgan was pretty sure that had been twenty minutes. Hard to tell with no windows.

"I'm bored, Morgan. I've already read through the few books I had on me three times and the lights in here are keeping me from sleeping." Reid rolled his head, which was sitting on the floor, so it was facing more towards Morgan, who was laying in the corner opposite to him. "What should I do?"

"Anything but that damn tapping, man." Morgan rubbed his forehead, as if doing so would change anything about the unfortunate situation he was in. "Use your paper footballs to make patterns on the floor. Solve a math question, anything. It's late, Reid, we want to sleep."

"For real, can you both shut up? I love you both dearly but Mama needs her beauty rest." Garcia groaned from her position by the door of the elevator.

After their extended game of Truth or Dare, they had eaten 'dinner', meaning they ate all the food they had on them. Which resulted in a rather embarrassing wrestling match between Reid and Morgan to determine who would get the apple. Reid's shoulder was still sore. But after eating, everybody was tired, and it was harder than they thought to fall asleep on the floor of a brightly lit bathroom. They were all really hoping against hope that they could just go to sleep and wake in the morning shortly before being rescued, before anything more embarrassing then any of the silly things they did as dares. They weren't that lucky, because if the day that they were having taught them anything, it was the universe, and the forces that existed inside of it, hated their guts.

In his little corner of the room, Reid could be heard shuffling around.

"I have to pee."

"Damnit!" Morgan groaned, rubbing his face with both hands and praying mentally that he hadn't heard what he thought he just heard, because NO. Garcia groaned as well. "Really, Reid?"

"Hey! All I've had to eat is an eggroll, I've had six cups of coffee, three cups of tea and a cup of water. I've only got to go to bathroom once all day. So yeah, my bladder is a little full." Reid was breaking out the sass now, they might be in trouble if they all don't get some sleep soon.

"What, are you on some sort of liquid diet?" Morgan snapped back.

"Maybe if you guys would stop sneaking your files into my pile I'd have time to take a bathroom break!"

"Both of you be quiet! I love you both, but I'm tired, it's late, and you two bickering won't solve anything." Garcia had yet to roll over to look at them, a sure sign that she was pretty tired. "Reid, pee in the bottles."

Both males were silent for a second, before looking each other.

"Morgan, turn around and cover your ears." Reid said, turning to Garcia. "And Garcia-"

"On it." Garcia grumbled, already covering them.

Reid snatched up the plastic bottles, turned to face the corner and…

Nothing.

"Can both of you hum?" Reid asked, raising his voice slightly. The pair groaned, but complied. Garcia was humming the superman theme and Morgan was humming some sort of rap song Reid didn't recognize. He tried again.

…

"Reid, would you just pee already!?" Morgan griped, turning slightly.

"Don't peak!"

"I didn't look!"

"You did!"

"Reid, what does it matter?" Morgan groaned, focusing on his corner of the elevator. "We've worked together for years. I've seen you use a urinal, hell, I've seen you take a leak on a tree while we were on a stake in the middle of nowhere. What's with the stage fright?"

"This is different."

"How?"

"… Shut up."

Morgan resumed humming. Maybe ten minutes later a full bottle rolled across the floor.

A few minutes later everybody went to awkwardly to sleep. Talk about a strange end to the day.

Around seven hours later, Garcia and Morgan woke up to the weird sight of Reid, kneeled on the floor, having removed all the things from his bag and started to try to build some sort of structure with it. Reid was never much of a sleeper, at least compared with others, but they certainly never expected to see this first thing in the morning. They knew the power of boredom was strong, especially to Reid, but this was really strange.

Which is why they decided that it was too early to be concerned with whatever was going on in Reid's hamster wheel brain at this hour.

It was when Morgan laid on his back and got a good look at the ceiling that he saw something that made him feel really stupid.

An escape hatch, built for exactly for situations like this. They were so preoccupied with the fact that they were trapped, that they didn't think to think of a way to get out. God, they were stupid.

"Guys, I think we might be idiots." Morgan rubbed his face, trying to rub the shame off.

"What are you talking about, Morgan? I'm a certified genius, and Garcia- "

"Escape hatch." Morgan pointed the ceiling. Garcia and Reid both followed his finger. They took a good look, they blinked.

"Oh God!"

"What's wrong with us!?"

"I don't know, let's just get out." Morgan stood up, and reached up for the latch to open the hatch. No luck, he couldn't reach it. "Reid, can you reach this?"

"No." Reid said before he even tried. He could tell just by eyeballing it, well whatever eyeballing it meant for Reid. There was probably some serious brain math involved. "But I think if you give me a boost, we could open it. Then I can crawl through, you can boost up Garcia, and then we can pull you through. Easy."

"Alright, pretty boy." Morgan said, clasping his hands in front of him and bending down to the 'giving a boost' position. "Let's get this over with. Maybe we can all get home and clean up, get back only a little late."

"Sounds like a plan."

Nothing went well. Reid stepped on Morgan hands, using his hand to steady himself with Morgan shoulder. He reached… but he failed, and what he did next proved to be a big mistake. He heaved up his other leg and stepped on Morgan's other shoulder. The result, as you can imagine, was not good.

"Ow! Reid!" Morgan snapped, reeling back, letting his grip on Reid's first foot slack. Reid fell back, his foot getting caught on Morgan's neck and…

Twist

Crack!

"Ahhhhh!"

Add that is how they were found an hour later, with Morgan standing in the corner, looking guilty about something, Garcia fussing over Reid, with Reid on the floor, nursing a twisted ankle.

What a way to start the day.

Author's Note:

Not my best work, not even actually funny, but this new Reid plot in the show had me itching to write some Criminal Minds stuff and I felt bad leaving this unfinished… So I wrote an ending… ENJOY

Or not, I can't make you do anything.

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Sorry this story is so short.