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"I'm driving."

Morgan's mouth gaped as he saw his friend snatch the keys out of his hand. "Oh, no, you are not."

"After that display in Orange County? I'm surprised Emily and I didn't get sick."

"Like you're any better. Besides, there was a chase going on…"

"Morgan, I barely had time to read the map. You do realize that's saying something?"

"Deranged unsub. Speeding SUV. Gunshots. Any of this sounding familiar?" Morgan made a grab for the keys, but Reid had already shoved them into the ignition and started the engine.

"I'd prefer getting back to the office not feeling like I just got off a roller coaster," the younger agent said simply.

"Well, good luck with that," Morgan said, sliding into the passenger seat.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Considering you have to drive the speed limit, even during rush hour on Dupont Circle…"

"It won't kill them to slow down a second. You saw what happens when you don't."

"It's not them I'm worried about. It's us."

"I don't follow…"

"Reid, it's like this: I'm not so sure I can stand getting screamed at, flipped the bird and God knows what else on the way back to Quantico."

"Then switch with Emily. I'm sure she'll be happy to…"

"God, no."

"Why not?"

Morgan sighed. "Because last time she ended up getting called something…unpleasant…when she drove with you."

"Unpleasant?"

"I think it had something to do with 'her idiot kid brother driving like a blind old lady, after a questionnaire about her parentage—something like that."

Reid shifted the SUV into drive. I do not drive like a little old lady… he scowled to himself as he pulled onto the expressway.