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A/n thank you all again for your wonderful support of this story and the ideas you've sent my way. This is set sometime in the fourth season. Enjoy.

Earplugs and Phone Chargers

"I hate conventions," Morgan complained as he followed Reid toward their hotel room.

"Look at it this way," Reid, responded while inserting his key card into the reader. "This time you're not roommates with Hotch."

Morgan dropped his bag on the bed nearest the door and sat on the edge. "True."

"I promise I won't stay up half the night reading," Reid said in the attitude of "Cross my heart hope to die."

"When have I heard that before," Morgan retorted.

"If you promise not to snore," Reid continued as if he didn't hear his friend.

"I don't snore."

Reid rolled his eyes. "How many times are you going to deny it?"

"I'll deny it every time you say it."

Reid heaved out a long-suffering sigh. "At least I remembered my earplugs this time."

"Good, then I won't have to listen to you complain."

"I think I'll take a quick shower," Reid informed him.

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When Reid exited the bathroom half an hour later, dressed in an old pair of grey sweat pants and a blue tee shirt with FBI emblazoned on the front, he found Morgan cursing loudly and pacing as if he meant to slam his fist into the wall.

"What?" Reid asked, long used to Morgan's temper.

"My cell phone is dead."

"Maybe you talk to Garcia too much," Reid suggested.

He didn't flinch when Morgan rounded on him with a glower that could rival Hotch at his best.

"I spoke to Garcia twice today for a total of five minutes. How could that drain my battery?"

"Why don't you charge it?" Reid asked the obvious.

"Because I forgot my wall charger," Morgan said between clenched teeth.

"Why didn't you charge it yesterday?"

Morgan looked as if someone had put salt in his coffee. He grabbed his bag and hurried to the bathroom while muttering under his breath.

Reid heard the words, "insufferable, genius and thinks he knows it all," as Morgan went through the door. Reid grinned and began to rifle through his messenger bag.

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When Morgan exited the bathroom, Reid was sitting up on his bed, reading a thick book with a title in a completely unknown language. He shook his head and turned for his bed. He stopped and stared down at the object lying in the middle.

"What's that?"

"It looks like a cell phone charger to me."

"Reid!"

"I happened to have an extra charger and cable. You might as well use it. It'll stop you from complaining all night."

Morgan picked up the charger. "Thanks, pretty boy."

"You're welcome."

Morgan plugged in his phone, Reid went back to his book and peace reigned again between brothers of the badge.