“You think they'll really terminate us if we can't run fast enough?” Spencer asks, groaning slightly as he stretches. You and him had to do a fit test for the BAU––a formality at best, but something you thought was nessecary.

“Probably something worse. They'll probably make us take another fit test.” You reply, stretching out yourself.

“I’d rather be terminated.” Spencer mutters.

“I just hope the P. T. Instructor isn't a jerk. Those jock guys are always such jerks.” You muse, stretching your legs.

“Yeah, total jerks. That's probably him right now.” Spencer says, prompting you to look up at the figure approaching.

“Oh, look. He's totally walking like a jerk.” You add, nose scrunching in distaste.

“Yeah, it's a total jerk walk. Total jerk walk.” Spencer pauses. “Wait a minute. Wait, I think it's Morgan.”

“Oh, my God, it is. Why are you here?” You say as he approaches, asking a question as soon as he’s in earshot.

“It looks like I'm your new P. T. instructor. Watkins got sick, so today's your lucky day. I'm your guy.” Derek chuckles, obviously amused by you and Reid’s predicament.

“Awesome. That's awesome.”

“Guys, guys, come on. Seriously, you should have just said something. This whole fit test thing is just a formality. I could've got the whole thing waived.” He chuckles again, smiling and flashing his pearly white teeth. “But since you didn't, you ready to do this?”