magnetic ◊ criminal minds

xxvi.

xxvi. reckoner
( season five, episode three )

LYRA would never admit it out loud, but she was in a good mood this particular morning. She was practically buzzing with energy - literal energy. She had engulfed herself in electricity as a wake-up exercise before leaving for work just to get it out of her system. Not only had her father gotten out of prison, but she was having a very nice conversation over text with Ororo. She even felt herself blush a few times. In short, it was a good start to the day.

"Aw, look at you, Little Red," Morgan said to her when he met up with her at the coffee machine. He ruffled her hair. "You're practically glowing. What's got you in a good mood?"

Lyra shrugged, making herself and, to Morgan's surprise, him, a coffee.

"Okay, let me guess. Got a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Partner. Rich boyfriend. Stop me anytime," he listed, thanking her when she gave him the mug. "Rich girlfriend," he continued, following her over to their desks. "Bridesmaid at a wedding. Come on, Lehnsherr, give me something."

"Maybe-Partner," she signed vaguely, a small grin on her face.

Morgan smirked. "Oooh, okay, I see you, I see you."

"Guys, did you see the news?" Reid asked, walking over to the pair. He still had his bag on his shoulder, just having arrived. He was on crutches as he recovered from his gunshot injury, and would be fore awhile still.

"Hey, Pretty Boy, don't ruin Lyra's good mood. We're never going to see her like this again," Morgan chastised jokingly.

Lyra rolled her eyes, playfully slapping Morgan's shoulder. "What happened, Reid?" she signed. She had a feeling she already knew.

Reid quickly grabbed the remote for the television and came back, turning up the volume. On the news was a wanted picture of Magneto.

"Just this morning, the mutant villain Magneto escaped his plastic prison, leaving at least three dead in his wake," the news reporter said.

"They're actually calling him a villain?" Lyra signed. Seriously, this was not a comic book. They could at least use the term criminal, if anything.

Morgan raised his eyebrows. "That's your takeaway?" he said, astounded.

Lyra looked at him. "What am I supposed to do? It's Magneto." -An Omega level mutant, she finished in her head. She was that level as well, but they did not know that. They did not need to know that. This gave her an excuse not to fight her father, at least. Arresting him might be a little awkward next family reunion. Besides, what was should she do? Call him? She technically could, unless the government had his phone. Then that would be stupid and would incriminate her.

"Your job, maybe?" Morgan suggested.

"Actually, they have a specialized team who deals with extreme dangers. Right now, Magneto is back on that list. They're having plastic guns made," Reid stated.

"Plastic guns?" Morgan repeated. He scoffed at the idea. "They gonna make plastic bullets, too?"

"This is human versus mutants, you know. You have a better idea?" Lyra signed.

Morgan shot Reid a look and gestured to Lyra. "See? Ruined her good mood."

JJ passed by, holding up a file. They had a case, which meant they would have to pick up this conversation later. The three of them joined the others in the briefing room.

"What have we got?" Hotch asked. He had only stayed home a month before returning to work. He did not quite seem like himself, for obvious reasons, and he was taking unnecessary risks. Foyet's attack, plus the departure of his family, it was weighing heavily on him. Work was all he had now.