Over the years of working at the BAU, you and your co-workers have grown to know each other quite well. But what the others had come to notice, was that you had OCD.

You didn't even realise what you did was 'odd', you just figured it was good practice to be organised. But if one were to look around the bullpen they would certainly notice that others were scattered with files and yours was neat, too neat. Even Spencer Reid himself, who had OCD would sometimes comment on it to the rest of the team.

That's when some of them started playing a subtle game to amuse themselves.

They would move an item a little bit each morning before you got to work to see if you would notice, sometimes they only moved the item a centimetre or two, but without fail you would put it back in place.

And that's what was happening today.

You walked into the bullpen and sat at your desk. Derek, Emily, JJ where at their desks. Glancing up to you every now and then to watch what you were doing.

JJ looked at Derek. Today was his turn to move something on your desk. "What did you do today?"

"Moved that sticky note on their screen to the left a little bit." He laughed to himself.

"God, this is sad." Emily sighed. Amusing themselves with this was something none of them would have imagined their lives would come to.

Hotch, however, was up in his office which overlooked the bullpen. He could see what was going on, he knew what was going on and it did amuse him. But he would never do it himself.