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"Ok," Garcia pants, "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?"
"No," responds Reid, who's still catching his breath.
"I'm not even in the field! I sit at a computer on my perfect posterior- like all day," Garcia continues to ramble.
"Maybe we should ask Mae for help. Or better yet, Morgan!" Reid suggests.
"No," Garcia quickly shuts down.
"But he has really good abs," Reid points out.
"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."
"But he knows about all this stuff. He can probably like, teach us some tricks, help us train."
"Yes, but he takes it way too seriously. I worked out with him once," Garcia shares.
"You workout? That's cool! I don't," Reid deadpans.
"In a non-traditional manner and never again with him," Garcia shares before using her Morgan impression. "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."
"He can be enthusiastic at times," Reid says, still catching his breath.
"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?"
"We got this. We got it."
"Here we go. 1!" Garcia calls out.
"1!" repeats Reid.
"2!"
"2!" Reid says before they both stop because Garcia's phone went off.
"Hallelujah," Garcia calls out.
"What?" Reid asks before looking at her phone. "We have a case?"
"Yep!"
"Thank god."
"Race you to the bleachers!" Garcia starts running. "We don't need him!"
"I'm just gonna have a heart attack really quick."
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Mae is standing in the round-table room talking with Emily and JJ when she hears Garcia groaning in pain as she climbs up the stairs. She subtly giggles to herself when she remembers their "fitness training".
