Author's Note:

So, this story will probably flip-flop between Morgan's POV and Reid's with every chapter. First chapter is from Morgan's. Some fluff, a little drama, and for sure high-jinks will ensue in this story. Chapters will most likely be short, but there will be several if the story goes as planned. Look forward to all your amazing reviews and I hope you like this story as much as the last two!

"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."- Helen Keller

Derek Morgan was in charge of getting everything together for the upcoming trip. He had made a mental check list: Non perishable food – check, water and other beverages – check, baggage – check, deck of cards – check, puzzles for Reid – check, Reid's medication – check, atlas – check, cash and credit – check, cooler – check, camera – check, full tank of gas – check, and of course printed out directions from the Internet – check. He didn't feel like he was missing anything. He was waiting outside of Spencer Reid's hospital room, while the young man changed into street clothes with the help of a nurse. Finally the nurse came out, indicating Reid was ready. He went in asking, "Ready to go Kid?"

"I guess. Are you sure you want to do this? You'll be the one doing all the driving."

"I'll be fine. How the hell else are you supposed to get home?" He replied and walked to behind the wheel chair Reid was seated in and began to push.

"I could take a bus."

Morgan snorted in response and then asked, "How's your arm?"

"Sore after fighting with my shirt, but it'll be fine. I'm more concerned that I have to cut every pair of my pants if I want to wear them with this cast all the way up to my knee. Doctor says by the time we get back home I'll be able to have my cast removed by my local physician. I've only been in this chair for two minutes and I'm already tired of it."

Morgan brought the wheelchair to a stop when they got to their SUV. "I couldn't find a car rental place that had one of those fancy vans that has wheel chair lift. So, you'll have to get out of the chair to get inside the vehicle. Do you want help getting in, or do you think you can manage on your own?" He asked as he opened the passenger's side door.

"I think I can do it." He got up slowly, balancing on one leg and using his good hand to help support himself. That was the easy part, now he had to slide himself in with a leg that wouldn't bend and an arm he wasn't supposed to jostle too much. It took a few minutes but eventually he got in.

It worried Morgan watching Reid struggle, with a once simple task. But he didn't offer to help again because he realized that it was just something the Kid needed to do himself without feeling like a total invalid. He closed the door once Reid was in and he folded up the wheel chair and put it in the back. He got in the driver's side and started up the engine. "Okay man, I have everything you could possibly want between us so your left arm can reach everything. It's all in the bag. I printed out directions from the Internet. I thought since you've never been on a road trip, you'd like to be the navigator. Anything you see along the way you want to stop at let me know."

Reid opted to look at the atlas over the instructions off the Internet. He traced an imaginary path with his fingers over different paths, scanning for the best route. "Okay, I've got it. There is a town near Alaska's border with Canada. Looks like it'll be about a 4-5 hour drive. It's called Alcan. You can get there via the Alaskan Highway."

"You do realize, that's exactly the way Internet said…right?"

"What happened to me being the navigator?"

Morgan gave a mock salute, "Aye-aye Captain."

"Did you know in an episode of Star Trek Captain Kirk-"

"You have got to be kidding me Kid. We've only been on the road two minutes, and already your geeking out on me?"

"Actually," Reid checked his watch, "we have been on the road for three minutes and thirty-six, thirty-seven, well you get the point…"

"I got you a bunch of random puzzle books to do."

"What you mean is, you got me a bunch of puzzle books to work on so I wouldn't annoy you."

Morgan smiled. "Your words Kid, not mine."

"Hey, can you pull over at the next gas station? I need to use the restroom."

"Didn't you go before we left?"

"I didn't have to go at the time."

"You aren't going to do this the whole trip are you?"

"Do what?"

"Need to pee every five seconds."

"Of course not. Don't be ridiculous. If a person went pee every five seconds they'd become severely dehydrated and pass out."

Morgan sighed internally. This is going to be a long a trip, he thought ruefully. He pulled over on the side of the road.

"Why are we stopped?"

"You said you needed to go and I have no idea when the next place to stop will be."

"You want me to pee outside? Do you know how unsanitary that it is?"

"No, but I bet you'll tell me."

Reid gave him a "whatever" look. "Even if I was okay with peeing on a tree, which I'm not for the record, you're forgetting one thing. I can't get around without a wheel chair. So, unless you plan on going with me, I think we'd better find a public restroom."

"Kid, I know we've become close through all this shit but we aren't that close." Morgan replied and began driving once more. He spotted a sign indicating a rest stop up ahead, "You're in luck, rest area two miles ahead." He pulled into the secluded place, the building looked run down. Like maintenance or a cleaning crew hadn't visited this place in years. "Yeah, this place looks way more sanitary than the outdoors." He remarked wryly.

"Maybe the inside is nice." Reid said hopefully.

"Don't hold your breath." Morgan got out of the SUV, got the wheelchair and opened the door for Reid. He waited patiently for him to get situated and then pushed him to the restroom. It turned out the inside was more disgusting than outside.

Reid made a mortified noise but then said, "This is fine."

Morgan waited awhile and asked, "You fall in Kid?"

"I'm fine…just trying to figure out the best way to do this."

"Need help with anything?"

"No!"

"Okay…" He waited awhile longer and finally the door opened.

"I don't mean to complain but have I mentioned how much I hate being in this thing?"

Morgan knelt down in front of Reid, so they were eye level. "Hey. Keep your chin up. Think of all the cool things we are going to do and see. The wheelchair is just a temporary setback. Don't let it bring you down, man. Think of it as a new challenge to overcome, or a puzzle to solve. The Reid I know, would never let a puzzle best him."

Reid nodded at his words but remained quiet.

"Everything will work out, you'll see." He said and patted Reid's good leg. He stood up and pushed him back to the car. Silence settled over both of them as Morgan began driving again. He decided to let Reid work out whatever was bothering him and said no more.