Walkman༄S.Reid

༄EIGHT༄

"Derek? You are my physical examiner? I understood Hotch being my gun examiner and Rossi being my Psych evaluator, they are senior agents, but why are you my physical examiner?" Rami asks as he approaches the larger man. He's wearing the leg with the curved metal foot, an MIT Track & Field sweatshirt, and black fitness shorts.

"Strauss wanted you to be evaluated by the team itself this time around, that and I do evals sometimes anyway because I got a 45 on my score." The agent grins at the younger man. "But don't worry your little head, doctor, you only need a twelve to pass."

The green eyed man raises his brows at the other man. "Do you mind if I use your phone to make a call before we start?"

Derek chuckles and digs his phone out of his sweatpants passing it over. The younger clicks in a number and presses call quickly putting it on speaker. It rings three times before the line picks up and Spencer's voice comes through. "Morgan? Aren't you supposed to be evaluating Rami today?"

"He is actually." Rami answers nodding to himself with a thoughtful look across his face. "Only he just underestimated me because of my size, stature, and intellectual background, I believe."

"Oh no, Morgan you can't do that man. Rami is incredibly competitive, he turned chore day and restocking into a competition." Spencer groans through the phone.

"Anyway, hun. Big Bad Derek over here said that I only need twelve points to pass but I mean if I just tried to get twelve points I wouldn't be giving it my all, now would I?" The green eyed man comments his question obviously rhetorical.

"Here we go." The agent chuckles. "JJ, Em, Hotch get over here this is gonna be good!"

Rami waits a second so that the called over team can assemble around their resident genius. "I think we should put a wager on it." Rami continues. "Morgan has a whopping score of 45 and he thinks I'll barely scrape the needed score of twelve. I think if I beat his score we should all get together and he can by my dinner, does that sound fair?"

"I'll call Will and let him know the team might be going out to dinner tonight, will you let Rossi know, Emily?" JJ's voice rings through the phone interrupting Derek's laughter.

"How do you feel about Greek, Spence?" The brunet asks raising his brows at the dark skinned man.

"Sounds good, Ray. Call me when you're done." The man answers and the line goes dead.

The smaller man flips the phone closed and passes it back to the larger man with an innocent grin. "So what are the numbers I have to beat, Morgan? I think I'll have you get me Spetsofai."

"You have to get to 40 sit-ups in a minute, complete a 300 meter sprint in under 53.7 seconds, finish at 68 consecutive push-ups in an unlimited amount of time, finish at least 20 pull-ups in an unlimited amount of time, and complete a mile and a half run in under ten minutes and thirty-seven seconds." Morgan lists with a self satisfied smile across his face.

"Oh Morgan, you seem so proud of those numbers." Rami murmurs reaching up to pat the man's shoulder as if soothing him before his grin turns vicious. "Let's see how fast I can beat them, yeah? We'll start with the running, its my favorite."

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Morgan walks into the bullpen followed by Rami looking like his dog just died and slumps into his desk chair letting his gym bag fall next to him with a thud. The smaller man sweeps passed him with a satisfied air about him and a slightly cocky smirk on his face. Leaning against Spencer's desk he speaks. "He didn't think I could do it. Maybe I should have warned him that I'm more fit than I look."

JJ and Emily look back and forth between the small male and the dark skinned man before JJ rushes up to the higher part of the bullpen and bangs on Rossi, Hotch, and Garcia's doors. All of them come out and the Italian man promptly laughs. "So, Morgan. What did he get?"

"A 48. He got a 48." Derek says disbelief clouding his words. "How the hell did you get a 48?"

"No way! I could only get at 32!" Emily gasps walking over to the small man who smiles up at her with a shrug.

"You never cease to amaze me." Spencer chuckles lacing their fingers together as he sits back in his chair to take a long drink from his favorite coffee mug. "You have three doctorates and you are working on a fourth, you own a small business, you can cook like an honored chef. The list really just goes on. Is there anything you can't do?"

"I can't use chopsticks." Rami offers up with a shrug as he leans his own gym bag against his partner's desk. He looks up to find everyone but Morgan grinning and blinks. "What?"

"Is that like a genius thing?" JJ questions. "You guys can do anything but use chopsticks?"

"It's like foraging for food with a pair of number two pencils." The two doctors answer virtually in sync their faces agast.