Embers~Criminal Minds 2

Rabid

Reid: "Oy." he pants along with Garcia after they finish running on the track

Garcia: "8:49. Good God, that's not even close. Why does it have to be such a fast mile? Have you ever even had to run a mile in the field?"

Reid: "No."

Garcia: "I'm not even in the field. I sit at a computer on my perfect posterior, like all day."

Reid: "Maybe we should ask Morgan for help."

Garcia: "No."

Reid: "But he has really good abs."

Garcia: "Yes, he does. But it's bad enough some bureaucrat is making us take this stupid test. The last thing we need is Mr. Universe talking smack the whole time."

Reid: "But he knows about all this stuff. He can probably, like...teach us some tricks, help us train."

Garcia: "Yes, but he takes it way too seriously. I worked out with him once."

Reid: "You work out? That's cool."

Garcia: "Yeah."

Reid: "I don't."

Garcia: "In a non-traditional manner and never again with him. He was all, "there you go, baby girl. Move it or lose it. This ain't your high-tech room. My grandmama can move better than that."

Reid: "He can be enthusiastic at times."

Garcia: "That's a way of saying it. But, no, me and you, we can do this. Me and you, we got it. A couple more laps. Ok? Here we go."

Reid: "We got this. We got it."

Garcia: "1!"

Reid: "1!"

Garcia: "2!"

Reid: "2. Let's do it." they pump themselves up a little by jumping and preparing to run

Garcia: "Hallelujah." she breathes in relief when her phone goes off

Reid: "What? We have a case?"

Garcia: "Yep."

Reid: "Thank God."

Garcia: "Race you to the bleachers."

Reid: "Ok."

Garcia: "We don't need him!"

Reid: "I'm just gonna have a heart attack really quick."