Hey you guys!

I thought I´d write some shorter stories for a change since I dont have a whole lot of time for anything too complex right now.

Like the title says, this "story" will contain five seperate ficlets, all about Hotch finding Morgan and Reid in questionable situations and thinking his part. They dont really belong together chronologically and can be read as seperate pieces (except for 4 and 5 maybe). Anyway, they all build up to a big revelation about Reid and Morgan and maybe Hotch at the end...

They´re supposed to be funny in the first place, but I genreally have a hard time with that (which you may know if youve read my other stories), so the rating may vary, just so you know.

I was aiming for drabbles but I suppose they´re way to long for that...so they just are what they are.

I will write them in this order: Sparring, Pants, Undercover, Interrogation, Elevator. ( ha, have fun guessing...:-) ) Im sure many of these ideas have been done before, but I couldnt resist...

Now enough with the boring intro. I hope you like it. Please, please review!

It was that time at the BAU again when all the agents had to go through a physical examination to ensure they were still at their best and well able to operate in the field.

Even though they were mostly sure of their abilities, Hotch´s team had decided to get a little team practice before the evaluation and in order to make that more enjoyable Hotch had managed to negotiate a business trip –or a weekend in a cute little hotel in the countryside to be more precise –out of Chief Strauss.

They had all had an enjoyable morning full of fried eggs, bacon and bonding, then relaxed some until it was almost time to get to the training room they´d booked.

All except Reid -who had gotten more and more nervous by the minute.

After lunch, Hotch had had to practically drag him out of the room they shared so he would go and grudgingly join the others. He had promised to join them as soon as he got some business taken care of, but that hadn't seemed to calm the young doctor much.

If he hadn't already known why, he would have been dead certain the second he entered the training room about ten minutes after the rest of them.

Everyone was practically quacking in their sneakers, anxious to get started. Everyone except for Reid, who looked even more miserable than he had this morning when he´d futilely begged his unit chief to get out of this exercise.

Hotch almost felt sorry for the younger agent; he knew Reid wasn't exactly physical. Still he hadn't let him off, thinking that it would be in his best interest to at least practice some. A little embarrassment in front of the team certainly wouldn't be as bad as being humiliated in front of the actual testers.

Once they got started though, Hotch wasn't so sure about the last part anymore.

He almost winced when Reid was practically flung through the air by first Rossi, then Emily and …to make matters worse even JJ. It wasn't that he wasn't trying to fight back; his lanky arms and legs just seemed to get in his way a lot.

The sparring had been going on for a while it seemed, with everyone battling everyone. They were all doing well, except for Reid. Hotch was about to take pity on the panting young man who was just getting back up from his last fall, when Morgan stepped in. The dread on Reid´s face was evident.

"Ah, come on..:", he moaned, backing up automatically. Seeing as he´d just been floored by someone half his weight and size, it wasn't a surprise he wasn't eager to go up against Morgan.

"No, you come on, Reid.", Morgan challenged, barely holding back a grin: "Not every UnSub is gonna wait for you to talk yourself out of trouble. You need to be able to beat the crap out of those guys."

He advanced, circling Reid with his hands slightly lifted as though he was going to charge. Slightly panicked, Reid retreated in the same fashion while Emily laughed at Morgan's words: "Maybe he should aim for knocking them off their feet for now. Seems more realistic."

Reid awarded her comment with a dirty look. A mistake - because the moment he took his eyes off Morgan the older agent pounced and knocked him off his feet in a swift, graceful movement. Reid hit the mattress face first with a huff, and before he could think to get up Morgan had followed, pinning his arm behind his back so that he couldn't move. Hotch sighed soundlessly as he watched Reid wailing at Morgan, while the others laughed.

He felt bad for making Reid participate; almost as bad as he felt knowing that one of his field agents would have trouble fighting of a anyone over the age of twelve.

After another couple of minutes of watching Reid uselessly trying to get Morgan off of him, both of them rolling on the mattress, varying between rather unsettling and rather suggestive positions unconsciously, Hotch finally took pity and instructed Morgan to finally get off of Reid. He had looked way to comfortable in that last position anyway.

"Alright, take a short break you guys.", he instructed the team: "Reid why don't you try again tomorrow. We can go over your technique tonight in our room if you want."

Reid just nodded, as he slumped past his superior with a crestfallen expression. Hotch looked after him, frowning at how the blades of his hunched shoulders stuck out underneath his oversized FBI t-shirt when someone skipped past him.

"I really shouldn't let Reid go off by himself.", Morgan called over his shoulder while practically running after his friend: "He may need someone to defend his honor on the long way to his room."

Hotch was about to protest and call him back; he knew Morgan was just trying to make his short break a permanent one, but the two men were already out the door.

He sighed again, loudly this time. The things he had to deal with.

One agent incapable, the other insufferable. As he walked back to the rest of the team he could still clearly make out Reid´s unusually high pitched voice as he cut into Morgan for his last comment while the latter just laughed.

He really shouldn't have let Morgan loose like that. On the other hand, his jibe about Reid getting abducted on the way to the hotel room didn't seem as ridiculous as it should have.

In the hotel Room:

Reid sunk down on his bed with a heavy sigh, slumping back against the wall with his eyes closed and his expression as miserable as exhausted.

"That's it.", he brooded, prying off his sweaty T-shirt to wipe his face with it.

"I'm a lost cause.", he proclaimed: "I'm in the worst physical shape any field agent in the history of the FBI has ever been. I might as well quit since I'm about as threatening to our UnSubs as a goldfish on land."

Morgan -who had followed his friend into the room he shared with Hotch- couldn't help but chuckle at that but contained himself as quickly as he could. When he let himself fall next to Reid, back to the wall with his long legs on the carpet, his expression was at least authentically empathetic, even if he was still trying to bite back another chuckle.

"Ah, come on, man, don't be so melodramatic. You've got other talents; your brain is your weapon." , he tried to cheer him up.

"Yeah, and that's gonna do a lot of good when I'm lying bleeding in a dark alley with a boot and a gun between my shoulder blades."; Reid snorted, spitefully throwing his shirt to the floor and instead grabbing the remote control on the bedside table: "I can always start spewing vocabulary at the UnSub and hope he gets annoyed and just goes."

He sighed again, flipping through the different TV channels until he found one he liked: "Let's just face it. I'm useless."

"Maybe you just need the proper incentive to put up a fight.". Morgan suggested, frowning when Reid stopped at a documentary about the social life of ferrets. Reid didn't seem to notice his friends discontent; if anything the discovery channel and the notion of being able to cram more trivia into his brain seemed to perk him up at least a bit.

Not much though.

"You think getting floored half a dozen times by two girls half my size wasn't enough of an incentive?", Reid snorted. He grabbed a pillow and settled more comfortably against the wall, his attention now mostly on the documentary. He always watched it; it was by far his favorite show.

And while Morgan knew that and was glad that Reid was apparently letting go of his frustration, he wasn't about to drop the subject yet. An idea had just come to him that would both get him out of watching ferrets roll in the sand for the next hour and maybe help Reid with his problem.

"I think maybe you would be more willing to put up a good fight if you faced something truly dreadful.", he said, earning an odd look from the young doctor.

"And what would that be?"

Instead of answering Morgan suddenly grabbed the remote control, flipping through the channels quickly until he found what he was looking for: "There, tonight we´re having an Ultimate Smack Down-marathon!"

The response he´d rooted for came instantaneously.

"Hey, I was watching that!", Reid started to protest only to catch on belatedly to what Morgan had actually said. With horror, he stared at the TV screen where two huge men in superhero costumes were circling each other with chairs in their hands.

"What? Uh, uh, no way! I´d sooner let you wax my legs ankle to thigh than sit through that mindless, repellent display of puerile…"

"Careful what you wish for there, pretty boy.", Morgan grinned, turning up the volume: "I'm sure I would find that more entertaining than any TV show."

"That's because you're a sadist or a deviant?", Reid jibed, a deep frown showing his annoyance. His day had been bad enough already. He wanted his ferrets, god damnit!

Morgan just grinned and zoomed in on the two bulky guys in tight bright pants breaking each other's faces, making a verbal response superfluous.

Reid set for pouting for a few moments, but soon realized that it had absolutely no effect on the older agent.

"Morgan.", he moved on to whining. Surely he wouldnt be able to stay hard confronted with his puppy eyes: "Comeon…gimme the remote…."

Morgan simply turned up the volume even more, carefully avoiding looking at Reid and be sucked into the gravity of his puppy ruse. Annoyed, Reid quickly moved on from pleading to purposefully annoying to demanding.

"Morgan, I mean it! I want to watch my documentary, not this brainless junk! There's nothing to learn from this…!"

Morgan merely raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips as he glanced over at Reid who was sitting on the bed with his arms crossed like a child: "And what do you intend to learn from watching the Discovery Channel?"

"I thought that was obvious.", Reid snapped, obviously not getting the hint.

"Maybe I just didn't expect it from you, Dr. Reid.", the older man winked, finding the joke hilarious even though –or because- Reid hadn't gotten it.

"Morgan, what are you talking about?", Reid snapped, truly annoyed by now. He just wanted that damn remote back! But no, Morgan was mocking him…

"´Let's do it like they do it on discovery channel´, ring a bell?"

It didn't. "Huh?"

Morgan couldn't help but laugh incredulously at the young doctor's dumbfounded expression. Unfortunately Reid did not take kindly to being laughed at on top of being forced to endure the ultimate smack down. Composure worn thin by too much man on man fighting, he launched himself at Morgan with a shout, knocking the other man straight onto his back, one hand pushing at his chest while the other snatched at the remote control.

Morgan's surprise only lasted until his back hit the mattress, then training kicked in and he flung the hand with the remote out of reach, his free arm grabbing Reid around the waist and keeping him practically immobile against his chest. Reid´s reaction was to kick him in the shin, which was a bit difficult but still painful enough from his position. He pushed at Morgan's chin when the older man's grip loosened for a moment and pushed himself further up to get to the remote.

He almost had it when he was roughly grabbed by the neck and jerked back down.

"Not bad, pretty boy!", Morgan huffed, half laughing while Reid was struggling to get up with little success: "So I was right. With the right incentive you can put up a hell of a fight."

Aaron Hotchner walked down the hallway to his room with a definite sense of purpose. He had decided to talk to Reid right now. His young colleague had looked like he would need a serious pep talk sooner rather than later.

As he approached the room he was going through various potential phrases he could use in his head, like ´Rossi is an expert´, ´Morgan grew up fighting on the streets´-´You could have beaten the girls, you were just afraid to hurt them´…Even he didn't believe the last one…

Still, he would think of something.

He just turned at the corner leading to their room when he heard the screams.

"Stop it!"

"Why don't you make me?"

"Morgan, I mean it…give it!"; Reid yelled.

He squeaked in surprise when he was suddenly spun around, only to find himself pinned beneath Morgan not two seconds later.

"Or what?", the muscular man laughed, infuriatingly not even a tiny bit breathless: "Considering that pulling my hair is out, what have you got left?"

As though he´d waited for it, Reid dug his fingers into Morgan's sides, tickling him viciously and relentlessly. This time it was Morgan who yelped and jumped, trying to get away from Reid´s hands without giving up his position.

Unable to breathe, he collapsed fully onto Reid, knocking the air out of him as well. Before the younger agent could recover from this newest ruse, Morgan had grabbed his right hand by the wrist and pinned it onto the mattress above their heads. His other hand held out the remote inches from where Reid´s free hand was, making him focus on that instead of his ribs.

As hoped, Reid lunged at the remote, almost reaching it before Morgan stretched his arm just enough to put it out of reach again. He easily held him down while Reid still fought him tooth and nail.

"You're pure evil, you won't get away with this!", Reid shouted well above the level of what would be considered an inside voice. But Morgan could have cared less about neighbors hearing them then, he was enjoying himself too much.

"Oh, wont I?", he grinned playfully: "And who might stop…?"

"Hotch."

Morgan blinked as Reid unexpectedly used their superior's name.

It only took him three seconds to figure out the sudden look of surprise and embarrassment that crossed Reid´s face as he stared past him at the door.

Quickly he sat up, somehow still straddling Reid –shirtless Reid- which didn't exactly help the impression they must be giving, and turned towards the door to find Agent Aaron Hotchner staring at them with an expression between shock and embarrassment.

"What is this?", he finally inquired, his voice just a little shriller than usual.

Reid shifted beneath him, completely out of breath - finally snatching the remote from Morgan's slack grasp. Still unable to move much thanks to Morgan's weight on him he lifted his free hand, as though it would explain everything and panted: "Uhm…Dis…covery channel…"

He blinked in utter confusion when his attempt at resolving the situation resulted in Hotch turning bright red, then completely white, then red again while Morgan´s body was wrecked by another mad laughing fit.

Right, one down four to go. :-)

Unless of course no one cares to read this.

R&R pleeeze...