Title: That Time Of Year
By: LoraLee2
Pairing: gen
Rating: PG
Summary: It's tax return time.

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Reid looked up as Hotch entered the bullpen, he was carrying a plastic file box. 'Oh, yeah,' he thought, 'it was that time again.'

Hotch deposited the box on his desk, "Usual deal?"

"Nine cups."

Reid tucked the box beside his desk and went back to his paperwork.

A short time later Gideon came through the door also carrying a file box, He brought it to Reid, "Nine cups?"

"Monday morning, unless we get a call."

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

He tucked this box next to Hotch's and waited, Garcia should be next. He'd no sooner finished the thought when she came bustling through the door carrying a hot pink file box with purple daisies all over it. He smiled at the sight.

"Mornin', Angelface, same as last year?"

His smiled, "You got it," earned him a kiss on the forehead before Garcia hurried back to her babies.

He placed Garcia's box on the floor in front of his desk as he wondered who would be next, JJ or Morgan?

He was just proofreading the first of the day's reports when he heard the quick tapping of heels coming towards his desk. He fought of the foolish grin that tried to invade his face every time he thought of JJ and looked up as she stopped in front of his desk. Her file box was a powder blue, he'd always liked it, "Spence, would you mind --?"

He cut her off with a smile, "Of course," he'd do hers for nothing, if only she'd let him, but their one date had left him the knowledge that he'd never be more to her than a friend, so he took her file box and three more work folders, and simply said, "Nine."

She ruffled his hair and said, "Number one tomorrow."

He smiled as she left, he loved it when she did that. He silently chastised himself as he watched her walk away, he really shouldn't do that.

He jumped when Morgan said, "Someday she's gonna turn arround, Bud."

Reid immediately went on the attack, sometimes with Morgan it was the only way, "You haven't paid up from last year yet."

Morgan held a double cupholder, there was a coffee in one side and a small white bag in the other. In his other arm, he held a paper grocery sack.

"What happened to the file box I gave you last year?"

"Clooney ate it." Morgan swung the coffee in front of Reid.

"That's only one, you owe me two."

"Come on, the donut's blueberry glazed." Reid just looked at him, giving him his best imitation of a glare, "with sprinkles."

Reid thought about it, he picked up one of the files JJ had just brought him and held it out to Morgan. Morgan looked at the file in Reid's hand and the bag in his. No-brainer. He put the coffee and grocery bag on Reid's desk and took the folder. "Thanks, Man."

As Morgan took the file to his own desk, Reid thought, 'should've given him two files.'

Reid looked up again as Emily approached her desk across from him, she was empty-handed. Must be nobody'd told her yet.

She slowed as she saw approached Morgan and Reid, "What's with all the boxes; did one of the file cabinets have a litter?"

"Hey, Emily," Morgan started talking before Reid could explain, "On of the perks of working with a man with a Ph.D. in advanced mathmatics, our resident genius here happens to be one of probably five people on the planet who can actually read and understand the entire U.S. Tax Code. He does all our taxes every year."

"Really? How much?"

Reid thought she sounded much more excited than the situation warranted, but responded, "Nine cups of Starbucks coffee spread out over the year. Bring your W-2 and all your receipts in tomorrow, I should have them done Monday."

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