Reid had given his landlord three days notice, and meet up with the movers the next day. He watched as everything was packed into boxes, making sure that nothing was broken or stolen, or simply left behind. He was glad to see that they knew what they were doing though, as they did one room at a time, getting everything packed fairly quickly.

Maple could tell that at first, they had been somewhat surprised that they were being asked to move an apartment. Once they saw all the books it began to make more since. The amount of books on the shelves was enough to overwhelm anyone, but if you counted the books he had on his desk and stacked in the corners, it began to make even more since.

Maple had enjoyed watching them. Everyone worked well together; they paid attention to each other and what everyone was doing. She liked to think that they all like each other. Maple helped put books in boxes after watching them do it. One of them seemed slightly impressed that she could do it as they did, and pretty soon the two of them were in a silent race to see who could do the most first.

The other two watched and simply waited for them to clear off a bookcase before starting to take it apart. Then one of them began to take it down while the other began to move the last few books off of another one. They weren't terribly cheap bookcases either. Some money had been spent in them.

Maple and the man ended up packing the books together in record time, and despite the man's head start, they ended up in a semi tie. Neither could really tell for sure as the others had started to take boxes down.

Before they put anything more in the trunk though, they got the bed, couch, and other furniture out.

All in all, it really only took them a couple of hours. After that, Reid did a walk around to make sure that everything was out, and then lead the way to the house. He had them put the furniture where it was supposed to go, but decided to put everything else away on their own. Not long after they left, another truck came up and began putting everything Maple had inherited into the house.

And besides her mother's clothes and a few books, she had gotten everything.

Maple found herself wondering if she could convince Reid to get ride of his couch in favor for her families couch. It was a little newer, and dog friendly.

Maple had asked Reid if it would be alright if she could go threw everything, and until she did if they could put all of the boxes into one of the rooms. He had agreed to it, thinking that it might help her to come to terms with everything.

While he began to put his own things away, Maple began going through the boxes. Nothing was really marked. She found her great-grandmother's china, and put it to the side. She did find a box filled with her father's clothes. She went through it all. She decided that with the suits, Spencer could decide if there was anyone he knew who might like them. They were her dad's work and wedding clothes.

She was careful with his T-shirts though. There were some that he dad had gotten in his travels, some that had his football team on them…

And then she found the one she had gotten for him when she was 6, the one he called his lucky shirt, the one that was in his go bag. She found herself wondering how it ended up there until she found the bag in the next box, empty.

It took her a minute to realize that she was crying into the stupid bag and shirt. Reid came in as soon as he had heard her, and sat down next to her and put his arm around her. He was glad to see that she was dealing with one thing at a time. First her mom being put in a hospital and now her dad's death.

Reid found himself crying a little too as he held the child. His friend was gone, one that he trusted. This little girl, whom he had watched grow up in pictures and in her parents' stories, and who had began writing to him a little at the age of three when she had found out how, had lost the two people she trusted most.

Maple had mixed feelings about him being there. On one hand, she would have rather cry by herself, and on the other, it was nice that she wasn't alone. Panda put her head in her lap as she cried.

It felt like forever before she calmed down.

Maple found herself bitterly counting off the grieving list, as she thought of it.

First denial, which had left her all too fast, then anger, which made itself known while she was thinking about her mom, now what, depression? Or maybe she was still in the anger stage.

"Are you ok now?" Reid asked her quietly.

"I was crying over his lucky shirt." She said, not knowing how she sounded.

"John had a lucky shirt?"

"I got it for him. He had it in his go bag because it gave him luck. He said that he won a hundred dollars in a poker game while he had it on. He said that if it wasn't luck, he didn't know what was."

Reid gave a little chuckle. "Sounds like him. But you didn't answer my question; are you alright now?"

She didn't answer him for a while, until she finally shrugged. "I really don't know."

He squeezed her a little. "That's fine. You don't have to know."

"Can we get some hot chocolate?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Well, we have to go to the store anyway. What do you want for dinner tonight? TV dinners?"

"How about I make something?"

"You're not cooking."

"I'm not eating TV dinners. My ancestors will come out of their graves and haunt me."

"I don't have anything for you to really cook with." Reid said, trying to find a way out of trying to eat Maple's food. He didn't know if he really wanted to try an 11 year olds cooking.

Maple got up though and found a box marked 'kitchen', opened it, and pulled out pots and pans.

Reid sighed, defeated.

AN: Ok, sorry this is so short, but If I had made it longer it would have been to the point of being to long, and this seemed like a good break point.

So, next chapter will be up ASAP, so in the meantime, press that button!!!