In the stories, dragons always had hoards. Penelope Garcia remembered that much at least from the battered book of fairy tales she used to read as a child. So as she stared at Reid's giant pile of mismatched socks the only thing she could think to ask was, "You hoard socks?"
The BAU's resident half-dragon scrambled to his feet, blushing, the pink tint reaching almost to the small horns protruding from his brown hair. "I, um, what?" he stammered, taken aback.
"It's fine if you do," Garcia was quick to reassure him, seeing his embarrassment, "It's a lovely collection."
"Thanks?" Reid muttered, though it sounded more like a question. He shuffled his feet, which were currently sporting a blue and white striped sock and a black sock with orange jack-o-lanterns on it. The sock collection Garcia was staring at was comprised of too many socks to count, piled on Reid's closet floor, spilling out into his room. She had stopped by to check on him after a particularly difficult case, only to find him sprawled out on top of a pile of socks.
"How many do you have?" She asked, trying to cut the awkward silence.
"572" answering automatically, Reid looked like he'd rather just disappear. "Can you not tell the others about this?" he asked tentatively
Garcia tilted her head inquisitively, "I mean, sure. But why?"
Reid blushed harder. "Hoards are representative of status. The bigger and more valuable the hoard, the better. And I have a bunch of socks, which is about as low as you can get."
"Honey, they don't care." She patted his arm, "Nobody knows anything about that at the BAU."
"Still," Reid shrugged, "can you not?"
Garcia smiled, "Anything for my Boy Wonder."
Authors Note: If anyone is interested, I might expand this idea into a collection of drabbles. Comment and tell me what you think!