“Morning, cupcake.” Garcia greeted her colleagues of the BAU, putting her thick purple glasses on. Her blonde hair had been pulled up into a messy bun, and a huge, pearly-white grin bestowed her rosy face.

Morgan looked up from his magazine and smiled. “Hey, gorgeous.” He chirped back. Nobody else made a move to answer, so she continued.

“Guess what I found on the web last night?” She asked, entering the doorway to her office. Nobody got up to see.

“It involves Reid!” She called. The scuffle of chairs and feet wafted into her ears, and soon everybody, including their very own Spencer Reid, was in the office, crowding around her.

“What? Is it something nasty?” Morgan asked. Reid gaped and punched his friend in the arm with uncharacteristic strength. Garcia laughed and shook her head.

“Nope. It’s about all of us.” She shared, swiveling to her monitor. On the favorites menu, she selected a bookmarked website. Hotch asked, reading over her shoulder. Garcia clicked a few links, leading her to a vast list of TV shows.

“What’s this all about?” Gideon asked the curvaceous blonde.

“A whole site dedicated to people’s twisted stories about shows and books and stuff.”

“What do people write about CSI?” Emily asked, pointing to the blue title.

“Mostly GSR. Grissom Sara Romance, I think.”

“What about Xiaolin Showdown?” JJ inquired. The team turned to stare at the woman.

“That’s a cartoon.” Reid stated.

“So? What do they write about it?”

“Mostly something called Raikim.”

“Oh my god, no way! Let me see!”

Garcia pushed JJ, who was lunging for the mouse, away.

“No! We have to see this one show.” She protested, bringing the pointer down to one title.

“Criminal Minds?” Hotch asked, before Garcia could click. She nodded persistently and proceeded to the pages. There, before them, were hundreds upon thousands of stories.

“Why the hell are you showing us this? I haven’t even heard of this show.” Morgan fumed, straightening up and leaning against the wall.

“Read the summaries.” Garcia ordered. And so they did.

Never has Morgan read something so…wonderful. Nearly ten stories just on the first page, all about him and Penelope.

Never has Prentiss or Hotch ever read something so very insulting. Only one story involving her--sleeping with Hotch, might she add--and one involving him--something about saving Reid or something. (A\N-You know which fic it is, people!)

As for Reid, well…even he, someone who could read 20,000 words a minute, couldn’t keep up with all of the stories about him. Him and JJ--coincidentally, the only stories with JJ--him and Hotch, him becoming suicidal, him being shot, him being kidnapped, him dying--but what seemed to be the most popular of them all was something commonly known as PostRevelations--namely, him on drugs.

Who found out? He had gone in and out of an addiction to Dilaudid without anyone finding out, and he was perfectly clean, but still…he could lose his job for even having a past problem. He glanced around nervously, hoping that nobody saw or, even better, cared.

The latter proved to be the most accurate. All seemed preoccupied with their own respected places in this archive of ’fan fictions’.

“That just sucks!” JJ exclaimed, face reddening in rage.

“What?” Morgan mumbled, still intent on a story about him having met a man named Malcolm Winters--whatever the hell that meant.

“I’m only in stories where I’m dating Reid!” She exclaimed, crossing her arms in a huff. Garcia rolled her eyes.

“Suck it up, blonde wad, the only stories people write about me are with Morgan. Either that or I get gunned down!” She growled, leaning back in her chair with a scowl.

Hotch’s phone began to ring.

“Hotchner.” He answered it. A pause. “Fine.” He flipped the cell off. “Garcia, NYPD’s sending you a case briefing, everyone else, conference room in twenty minutes. Enough with that website, people.” With a sigh he reached over to the computer’s track pad and clicked out of the URL, to the protests of his team.

They got up and left for the conference room half-heartedly, each thinking of their places on the mysterious website. Weird.

A\N-This was an overall pointless story I felt like doing because:

1) I was bored.

2) I was looking for a clean 20 stories for some reason.

3) I was bored.

4) I had it stored up for awhile.

5) I was bored.

6) Originally supposed to have a plot of some sort, but I lost the muse.

7) Did I mention I was bored? I think I did.