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This one isn't up to my usual funny standards; sorry, folks. Also, anyone know what's up with the alerts? My review alerts aren't working.

Prompt 95 New Year (Morgan/Reid – possible slash)

"So, tell me, Reid. What's your New Year's resolution?" Killing some time as they drive to the witnesses house, just the two of them.

"I resolve to not conform to the unspoken rules of society that dictate that one should attempt on a random day in midwinter to make one singular vow that will supposedly make him or her a better person, only to break said vow two days later."

"In other words, it's none of my damn business?"

"Exactly."

"Uh-huh. No, seriously, I know you made a resolution, whether formally or not. It's just the way you are."

"I resolve to no longer let you prod, tease, or bully information out of me."

"What? I would never."

"You are right now!" Indignant. "Not to mention a couple of other instances I could mention."

"You're avoiding the subject."

"I don't see why it matters so much to you."

A shrug. "'Cause I'm interested in what goes on in that twisted little mind of yours. 'Cause I want you to realize I'm more than just your coworker. 'Cause I can't think of anything more interesting to talk about right now. Take your pick."

"Alright, if you want to pretend like we're so close, tell me what your New Year's resolution is."

"I've got several. But one of them? To get you to open up and talk to me more."

"Funny."

"You think I'm jokin', but I ain't. Listen to me, Reid. We all go through shit sometimes, and it help to have someone we can talk to, you know? Now, as far as I can tell, you don't got that person; you just try to keep everything inside and deal with it on your own, and look where it gets you. Look at what happened after the whole Hank-"

"Can we not bring that up, please?" Anger, impatience, and a little pleading. "I have Gideon to talk to, you know. Isn't that enough?"

"If you think so. I mean, it's all up to you, really. I just like thinking you trust me enough to talk to me about the stuff that bothers you, or even just to share what's new in your life."

"I think you lost that right to my trust when you told Gideon about my nightmares."

"It helped, didn't it?"

"That's beside the point."

Silence for several beats. "I'm sorry I betrayed your trust. But you're not exactly one to talk about keeping secrets, remember."

"Do we really need to reopen every past case we've ever had?"

"No, but you get my point?"

There is no answer for several minutes. They're nearly to their destination, and he thinks maybe the discussion has been dropped, when his companion speaks. "I've resolved to visit my mother at least three times this year: once on my birthday, once on hers, and once for the holidays."

He thinks maybe he will say something smart, perhaps even snide, but he merely gives the boy a smile. "I'm sure she'll love that."

"Yeah."

He parks, reaches out to ruffle the younger man's hair. "Look at that, we just had our first real couple's fight." Smirk.

"Fuck you."