Due to popular demand, the long-awaited sequel to "Research" begins! Hope you enjoy the cartoons that will follow this chapter!

Usual disclaimers, plus I only own Looney Tunes in their box set form.



"Popcorn?"

"Check."

"High-def widescreen with HD?"

"Check."

"Ear-splitting stereo surround system?"

"Check, though I'm sure Will and JJ will put a moratorium on that once they come with Henry," Reid said, looking over at Morgan as he stood in his living room.

"They said they were getting a babysitter for the night, an all-night one. I gave 'em the recommendation—one of my tenants lives nearby and is really good with kids, works for an exclusive daycare. Comes with top references."

"Okay, then check."

"Food?"

"Garcia's bringing the junk food, Rossi's taking care of the actual dinner and I think Emily said something about holding up a 7-Eleven to get the sodas and beer. So, check."

"Giant stash of cartoons?"

Reid held up his prized box sets. "Garcia's also going to help me rig a connection to get some of the more obscure ones off YouTube and onto the widescreen. Says she's got a program to tweak and clear it up some."

"So, check. Looks like all we need to do is reset the furniture."

Reid smiled. "And set up the sleeping bags. Unless you have a pullout in the couch and Murphy beds built into this place?"

"Nah. Emily said she was bringing a couple of airbeds, and JJ and Will are bringing a couple of 'em too. We're good."

"I can't believe you're still hurt you missed the last cartoon marathon," the younger profiler said. "I mean, you were so psyched to see that girl…"

"Yeah, but…"

"But nothing." Reid was smirking. "Even us boring loser nerds need to have some fun."

"Did I hear someone say 'fun'?" a voice called out.

"Hey, baby girl," Morgan said. "Here, let me help you get that…"

"Oof. I brought help, but we're still gonna need to make two trips."

"Here's the bag full of Twinkies…" another voice said, sounding flustered and almost nervous.

"Hey, Kevin," Morgan said warmly. "Glad you could come."

"Wouldn't have missed it," the tech replied. "Penelope couldn't stop talking about the last 'marathon' you all had, and I love Looney Tunes…"

"Well, come on in, make yourself at home," the night's host said, ushering the couple inside. "Reid's still trying to set up, and he said something about a computer connection to the flatscreen?"

"Oh—I'll get that," Garcia said brightly, pulling strands of coaxial cable and other types of wiring out of her handbag. "More access to more great cartoons…"

Morgan and Kevin shared a meaningful glance. "There's a lot of stuff in the car…"

"And in mine, too," Emily said, hurrying in as she nearly lost her grip on the stack of giant air mattresses she held over her shoulder. "I swear, the guy at the corner store really hates me now…"

"Why?"

"He's out of beer. And Coke. And Pepsi, Sierra Mist, and I took his best forties of vodka and Jack," their colleague said. "Guy looked like I'd killed his first three months."

"Emily, how drunk are you planning to get?!" Morgan cried.

"Oh, not for me—two drinks and I'm done. But I read somewhere that it's customary to have options at the party you're serving at, so…"

"Thanks," Morgan said. "Add that to Twinkies and Reid-friendly Chinese food, and we've got ourselves a wild night."

"Ooh—Twinkies?"

"And red vines, three kinds of chocolate, cookies, donuts, saltwater taffy, pistachios and Combos, and we're in business," Kevin replied. "Geez, you profilers sure know how to throw a party."

"Considering we don't do this all that often…"

"Em, come on. We were just about to unload Garcia's car…we can get your stuff too on the way," Morgan said, stepping outside on the stoop. "Just hope Rossi isn't late…I'm starving."

Just then Emily's phone rang. "Prentiss…yeah, okay, about half an hour? Great. See you then. You need directions? Okay. Bye."

"Rossi?"

"Said the order's cooking as we speak. He put in for a triple."

"My fridge is gonna house Chinese for a month…"

"Chinese?" Kevin said. "Great? Where'd you order from?"

"Mandarin House?"

"Oh, they're great. Best food in D.C. Drop my name next time, they'll give you a discount."

Emily's hands were already pushing her speed dial. "Rossi? Prentiss. Tell the guy at the counter you're friends with Kevin Lynch…they do? Okay…" Emily handed the phone over. "They want to talk to you."

"Hey, Li," Kevin said. "Yeah, this Rossi guy, he's a friend of mine…yeah, you will? That's great! I promise good news, buddy. Uh-huh. Thanks! Bye."

"Discount? Or is this the 'FBI technical analyst' discount?" Morgan chided jokingly.

"Hey, Li happens to be a good friend of mine. Plus, I eat there so much he's practically floating his business on my salary."

"Lucky for us," Emily said, hauling in the last of the beverages. "There. I think we're just about set."

"All we're waiting on is Rossi, Hotch, Will and JJ," Garcia said, beaming as she and Reid tested out the computer connection. "Works like a charm. Even cleans up those grainy videos people post…"

"So all we need are good seats and we're set," Emily said. "Let the Looney Tunes marathon begin!"