"Come on, you can do it! Up down, up down, up down!" Morgan shouted, leaning down to smirk at you as you did your pushups. He saw you starting to slow down and shook his head, "Don't you do it. I know you've got it in you, Agent! UP DOWN UP DOWN! Eight more! Give 'em to me!" The annual fitness exam was coming up and Morgan found out you probably weren't going to pass. That didn't fly with him, no one on his team was going to fail that test.

Derek patted your back after you were done and said, "Alright, take a breather, then we're running. You're lucky I'm giving you a break, during the exam you can't have a break between tests." He sat on the bench next to you and smirked at how tired you looked. He knew he was the most fit person on the team, but now he really wanted to make the whole team work out. Hotch and Rossi would probably have heart attacks.

Derek held out his big ice water and tilted his head, "You're not doing horrible. You just gotta get out of your head and do the work. You just saw it, you made it to those sixty pushups just fine. That whole 'unathletic' bull is dragging you down." Derek stood up and stretched out his leg, "Alright, let's make sure neither of us pull something. I'm going to run with you."

He stepped up to the start of the track and raised his eyebrows, "Let's go. Come on!" He knew he was being overly energetic but he wanted it to rub off on you. His lips pulled into a bright smile as you lumbered over and laughed, "You're doing great, sweetheart. We're going to get you ready for this exam."