Dr. Spencer Reid yawns for the twelfth time in a half-hour.

Morgan groans, scrubbing his face with his hand. "Reid."

The man in question looks up.

"Either go home or get some coffee, before your yawning rubs off on us."

"Too late," says Elle, her eyes watering.

Reid lets off another long yawn before apologizing. "Sorry, I can't help it."

Hotchner nods. "You've been up for three days with only a couple of naps; your body needs sleep. Go ahead and go home, get rest."

Reid frowns, looking at the rest of the team where they are gathered in the bullpen at their Quantico headquarters. "What about you guys."

The rest of the group appears just as tired, having only caught a few Z's between meetings and paperwork after solving a double whammy of cases: two serial killers that had been attacking people in Georgia using similar M.O's.

When there is no reply, Reid nods and refocuses on the mountain of files in front of him. "There's too much that needs to be done for me to leave just yet."

The room is silent again, until a few minutes later when he yawns again. This time, he tries to look away and cover his mouth to prevent the others from noticing. But it is difficult to hide anything in a room full of professional profilers.

"Reid!" exclaims Morgan, dropping his pen. "Seriously, man! Go get your sugar—and put a little coffee in it this time."

The younger man relents. He stands and disappears off to the coffee area before returning a short time later, sipping from a steaming mug.

"Better?" Hotchner inquires.

Reid nods, putting the mug down on a folded napkin at the front corner of his desk.

For another hour, they continue working, each member finally getting past the half-way point in their piles of folders, papers, and evidence.

However, Reid- who is further along than his friends, thanks to his eidetic advantage- reaches the end of his energy as his sugar-fueled rush runs out. His head drops, connecting with the desk. It is light enough not to wake him up, but still loud enough for the others to take notice.

"Poor kid," remarks Gideon. "I was wondering when that would happen." He rises and removes the pen from the sleeping genius' hand. The older man takes the remaining files from Reid's desk (with the exception of the folder under the agent's head, so as to not wake him up) and distributes them to all of the agents that are still conscious.

-CM-

An hour later, Reid wakes up to find his team dozing at their desks.

Reid closes the folder that was under his head. He stands, and carefully collects all of the completed work on his friends' desks without waking them. He takes these up to JJ's office, leaving them on her desk for her to file away later on. He returns to his desk and collects his things.

Reid exits the bullpen, leaving his friends napping contentedly at their desks.