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A/n this is my contribution to the challenge to write something to explain Reid on crutches. It's a followup to Editor Frog's "Table Turned," I highly recommend it. It's hilarious.
"I'm going to kill Emily!"
"No you're not," Morgan argued as he lifted the younger man up to one good foot.
"Yes I am! She came up with this brilliant scheme in the first place."
Morgan half-held, half-carried Reid away from the street corner they had been 'working.'
"Who invented heels anyway?" Morgan stumbled and cursed as they hobbled down the street.
"I don't know, but I'm going to kill them after I kill Emily?"
"What happened to the mild mannered youngster we all know and love?"
Reid shot Morgan a dirty look. "I just spent the last two hours fending off advances from more men than I can count and two 'working girls.' Then," Reid stumbled against Morgan as three drunken men staggered past them, jostling Morgan into the side of a building. "Then, an overenthusiastic jogger decided to take a run past us at midnight, with his lovesick golden retriever. The dog nearly kills me with kindness and -"
"Reid - you make me tired -literally!"
"You don't have to carry me. I'm fine on my own."
"Just be quiet and stop for a minute."
Reid leaned against a wall just down the street from a dark alleyway. He pulled on the metallic purple skirt Roxie had dressed him in which came to halfway down his thigh and left way too much uncovered for his taste. It was so tight it had been impossible to walk in even before the dog had jumped him.
Morgan pulled off his stilettos and tossed them into the alleyway.
"Good idea," Reid kicked off his remaining pump and threw it into the alleyway. "Where's our ride?"
"Emily's watching remember, she'll be here in a minute. There goes our undercover op."
"It isn't my fault Morgan… How do women walk in those things, or run away from lovesick canines in them? Whoever invented them must be a misogynist with a penchant for torture."
Morgan slapped him on the back, nearly pitching him into the street. "Agreed… We'll call them the accoutrements of misogyny from now on."
"Since when do you use words like 'accoutrement?' Reid sneered."
"Obviously, I've been hanging around you too long!"
