Poor, poor Spencer. Poor Spencer who's an amazing profiler, and yet, can never see your jokes coming. Poor Spencer who constantly gets a water balloon to the shirt or a piece of tape on the control sensor of his mouse. He's always so confused, until his brain starts working once more and he realizes who it was.

You were known for your harmless pranks, being cooped up in that tech cave all day, surrounded by screens and not the desks of your coworkers in the bullpen. So, to have some fun, you constantly pull pranks.

Spencer was the easiest to get. Emily was too perceptive, Derek always started prank wars and Hotch was.. well, Hotch. So, who else did you have other than Spencer Reid himself?

You took his coffee obsession to your advantage. He got to the office twenty minutes or so later than you, going to the coffee shop.

What could you do in twenty minutes? Cover his keyboard and monitor in neon green and pink sticky notes.

He almost swore he was in a fever dream when he saw the burst of colour on his computer. All of them were blank, except for one in the middle. "Pranked!", it read.

He sighed, pushing his stubborn hair away from his forehead and immediately storming down the hallway. Now everything would be sticky and.. and..

"{{user}}!" His usually soft voice raised an octave. And yet, it still wasn't scary.