[Set during S8E6 The Apprenticeship]

"The greatest good you can do for another, is not just to share your own riches, but to reveal to him his own." –Benjamin Disraeli

The week had passed like a blur. Like… every other week recently, actually. Reid didn't know what to ascribe it too, but the cases seemed to be hitting him harder and faster these days. Was he becoming numb to it all, he wondered.

The young doctor sighed and closed the magazine he was flipping through. He'd read it before but he was testing his image recall. Words were one thing, but filing photo details away so they were easy to recall could be crucial when matching MOs and identifying copycats.

"Reid! Let's go! We don't got all day." Morgan leaned on the horn in the driveway.

Reid jumped. For someone with perfect memory, sometimes he could be alarmingly forgetful. He skittered out the front door of his condo, cringing at his elderly neighbor frowning at him from across the street. Reid was almost positive he'd be a perfect neighbor if it weren't for Morgan's need to always make such an impression.

"What took you so long, pretty boy? How long could it take to fluff that perfect coiffe of yours?" Morgan asked as he turned to back out of the driveway.

"I didn't know you knew what a coiffe was," Reid muttered as he buckled his seat belt.

"What was that? Sorry, I couldn't hear you through your coiffe."

Reid simply grinned in response as Morgan's hand lightly swatted him on its way back to the wheel.

"So where are we going today?"

"I told you that you'd owe me one, didn't I?"

Reid quelled the uneasy feeling he had. It might be ridiculous, but he wasn't the biggest fan of surprises. And Morgan seemed to take every opportunity to push Reid out of his comfort zone. Not that Reid minded exactly. It was nice to have someone take an interest even if it was in his shortcomings, and the extra time with his best friend wasn't exactly something he was going to complain about. It was probably just going to be something Morgan considered "fun."

"I can hear your gears turning from over here pretty boy," Morgan said, looking over. He reached out and put his hand on Reid's thigh and rubbed a comforting circle. "Don't worry about it. It's just some all-American ball. We're gonna go out to the diamond and I'm gonna show you how to hit a homer!"

Reid's head fell backwards and he groaned, hands coming up to cover his face. He tried not to focus too much on the warm hand on his thigh, which was easy, since the prospect of anything involving a ball killed the warmth he felt from the gesture.

"Woah, woah, woah there, drama queen. What's the problem? Look I know you're not exactly an athlete but it's just me. Worst case I throw a few balls at you, you spin like a ballerina, and we throw in the towel and grab a couple beers."

When Reid continued to look skeptical, Morgan continued.

"All I'm asking is that you trust me and give it a try, kid."

And how could Spencer argue with that?