Chapter 10: Italian Anyone?
Morgan stared at the bags of gifts filling his trunk.
"Okay, so how do we divide these up?"
"I don't know," Reid replied. "Some things go together, others don't necessarily . . ." When Reid paused Morgan thought he was mentally computing how best to divide the gifts. He was therefore quite surprised when Reid finally spoke, asking, "do you think we can just leave everything together and give it to Henry as a joint gift?" Morgan raised his eyebrow.
"The great Spencer Reid, genius extraordinaire, can't figure out how to divide up a few presents?" Morgan asked in mocking tone.
"Oh he can, but he doesn't feel like it and it doesn't really seem necessary."
"Alright then. Henry can have a big pile of presents from Uncle Spencer and Uncle Derek." Reid pulled on his seatbelt and Derek kicked over the truck. Before putting it in gear, he turned to Reid and said, "there's a new Italian place a couple blocks over. I've heard it's pretty good. You want to grab an early dinner?" Morgan hadn't planned on dinner, but he couldn't deny there was something between the two of them, not after he felt the wave of relief wash over him when he found out nothing happened with Reid and the blonde. More importantly, they were having a good day and a lot of fun and he didn't want it to end.
"You know I never turn down good Italian," replied Reid. Morgan did know that and he smiled as he pulled out of the parking lot.