With Reid
(updated: 161022, corrected the r-slur to retired, it was originally retired in my drafts but that doesn't excuse my negligence, my sincere apologies for the late response.)
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The males sighs in sync when they saw the infamous Fedora of Fate (you named it on the spot, it's pretty funny in your opinion). Rossi stood up from his seat, walking towards the middle of the circle whilst shaking the Fedora in his hands, in attempt for the others to catch on with his signal. He finally raises one of his eyebrows, which then the three other men in the team eventually stood up (albeit, begrudgingly) to give one of their belongings, right into the Fedora.
You can't see what the stuffs are because you can only see that mafia's back view. Correction, retired mafia.
"Okay, done."
He turned, placing the item on a table near you. You pondered, glancing at him and the freaking Fedora. Then, realisation hits you so you're scrambling to pick an item from your pockets in hurry due to your previous observation, but--
"Congratulations, you get to pick one."
He stated to clear up the misunderstanding, with an oddly happy tone in contrast to his tired expression.
"What? Me?"
You asked in disbelief.
"Why won't JJ--"
"Ahem, I'm occupied."
The blonde cheekily smiled.
"What about Emi--"
"Um, I'd rather not, no offense."
She raised both of her hands up and the others shook their heads to that understandingly.
"Okay Gar--"
"This goddess is unavailable!"
The tech giggled like a highschool girl, clapping her hands in amusement at the situation laid infront of her, and how you would like to jump into a fucking blackhole at this moment.
"I don't want too, then."
You snorted, crossing your arms.
"(Y/N), pick one."
Rossi demanded, just wanting this to be done with.
"Seriously?"
"Look at my face."
"That's...your normal face?"
"Exactly. Now go pick one"
He demanded and you lift your ass up. You rolled your eyes, fearlessly grumbling comments about how stupid this is and you want to pass out on your bed already, but you're just fucking nervous about this, while dunking your hand in there to grab one.
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Spencer Reid:
You then felt a strap of something cold, and hard, with ridgrs as well. Like steel or iron perhaps. Curious, you pulled it out to see a classy stainless steel watch laid in your palm.
"Um, that would be mine."
You turned, to see Reid standing up, awkwardly fidgeting and fiddling with his fingers anxiously.
You gulped, obviously wasn't expectinf it will be him, nor he wants to involve at all. Rossi grinned like an all-knowing genie with his hands rubbed together, then pointing a door near you with his head.
"That's the room, knock yourself out."
You and Reid both blushed, and you cleared your throat, after shooting a glare towards the mastermind and walking boldy to the room in attempt to mask whatever the fuck you're feeling right now because everything seems like a mess right now.
