Author's Note: This is a strange, surprisingly angsty little story that came to me out of the blue. Sassyboots asked me to write something from Reid's point of view. And as soon as she did I thought of this prompt and this immediately popped in my head and came onto the page. I've had it for over a week. I didn't know if I wanted to put it up because it is rather odd, but then I figured, what the hell. If nothing else, it's different!


Prompt Set #4

Show: SpongeBob Squarepants

Title Challenge: The Donut of Shame


My Screw Up

I blame it on exhaustion.

I knew it was hers. I looked in the box, I saw the assortment and I knew JJ had bought that one specifically for her. They were in season, it was her favorite, and nobody else ate them.

And still I took it.

But you have to understand. We'd been up for thirty six hours. I was cranky, and I was tired, and I wasn't thinking clearly. That happens with geniuses too. We make stupid decisions.

And we regret them later.

I watched her accuse Morgan of taking it . . . and I said nothing. Because you see they'd been fighting earlier, so it made sense that it would have been him. And I figured she'd yell at him, he'd yell at her and it would be over. She was already mad at him, and I didn't want her to be mad at me too.

But I had forgotten, they hadn't slept either. They were tired, they were stressed, we had this terrible case, and they both snapped. Suddenly they were screaming at each other. Screaming about this stupid thing. This stupid thing that had suddenly become deadly serious.

And I was just about to say, guys, stop, it was me. It was my fault. But as I was opening my mouth . . . Emily's hand curled into a fist and she took a swing at him.

I stopped, astonished.

She would have hit him too, square across the jaw, but Hotch saw it coming and he caught her around the waist. He yanked her clear off the floor as he pulled her back. Still she tried to get loose, she was that angry, but then he whispered something in her ear. The only word I could make out was her name.

Emily.

I'd never heard Hotch call her that before. But whatever he said, it was enough to make her stop squirming. Then all of the fight went out of her and her face crumpled. And I felt awful. Hotch took her outside, and Dave took Morgan down the hall. JJ and I were left alone in the conference room. She looked at me and her eyes widened.

She knew.

"Why didn't you say something?"

I looked down, staring at my shoes.

"Because I was ashamed."


A/N 2: Originally I thought, (for obvious reasons) this would be a nice fluffy little prompt that would get an amusing little story. Not so much. And I even looked at it again when it was done, wondering if I could lighten it up, make it fluffy, but, no. It insisted on being what it is.