Hotch sent Morgan and Reid to Charles Sullivan's apartment to see what they would be able to find. The CIA had already done a sweep of his home. There was no crime scene tape or any evidence that anything had happened there.
Reid tried turning the door knob, but it was locked. He then reached into his shoulder bag and pulled out a small lock-picking kit. He then proceeded to open the door.
"Of course you have one of those." Morgan remarked. The agents entered the apartment. "So, what are we looking for?" Morgan asked.
"I'm not sure yet. I am pretty sure that I will know it when I find it." Reid glanced over everything.
They made their way into the study. Morgan noticed several pictures on a corner table. "Wow, just look at you." Morgan stared at a picture of Reid and Sullivan together. Reid's hair was short and professionally styled. He had on a light blue, short sleeved, button-up shirt with Bermuda shorts. "I don't think I've ever seen you wear anything like this."
"You haven't." Reid said sharply as he took the picture from Morgan's hands and looked at it. "Wait a second." Reid looked the date written on the bottom corner.
"3-5-79? You weren't even born yet." Morgan observed.
"This must be the code. Look for any other pictures of me." Reid looked at every picture he could.
After searching the place they found six different pictures.
"So, what does this all mean?" Morgan asked.
"I am not sure yet, I will have to figure it out. Charles loved codes and using formulas to hide secret messages."
"But you are good at those." Morgan remarked.
"Yes, but Charles was ten-times better." Reid flipped through the pictures and wrote down all of the number sequences.
Morgan stared at the pictures of the person he thought he knew. "Where was this one taken?"
Reid glanced at it. "That was after an assignment in Rio."
"Brazil?" Morgan couldn't imagine Reid blending in at the beach. Reid nodded. "Next you're going to tell me you speak Portuguese, too."
"Sim." Reid responded.
Morgan rolled his eyes and dropped the frame onto the table in a huff. "Just when I thought I've heard everything."
"I am sick and tired of your sanctimonious attitude." Reid practically spat on Morgan.
"Excuse me?" Morgan stood in shock.
"You act as if you were entitled to know anything and everything about me." He paused. "Yes, we are good friends… the best of friends. But let's put some things into perspective here. I never knew about Carl Buford either. Then, out of the blue, when it comes to light, that's when you tell everyone about him."
"That is not the same thing, Reid." Morgan snapped back.
"It was something that was a part of your past. It was something that made you who you are today. I understood why you wanted to keep that to yourself. I supported you and tried to not make you feel in anyway uncomfortable about it. It was your personal business. You, on the other hand, have done nothing but give me attitude, roll your eyes and make remarks under your breath.. That is not something a good friend does. So, you need to start showing me some respect or you won't have me as a friend anymore. Do I make myself clear?" Reid was stern and matter-of-fact with Morgan.
"Yes, perfectly." Morgan wasn't able to move.
"Good." Reid grabbed the pictures and left the apartment.
They returned to the car in silence. Morgan put the key in the ignition but didn't turn it over. He let out a sigh then turned to Reid. "I just gotta know."
"Know what?" Reid asked, unsure of what he was speaking of.
"You have to tell me about your life as Secret Agent Reid." Morgan smirked.
Reid smiled back, knowing that he was finally coming around. "Well there was this one time..."
Reid snuck into the warehouse. "Okay guys, I'm in." He said over his mic.
The endless room was filled with large wooden crates that were stacked to the rafters. He searched high and low for a specific box. He then came to a small crate. He checked the markings on the side and confirmed that this was the box he was looking for.
After checking for any wires or triggers, he cafefully removed the lid. Inside was custom cut foam to fit the device he was after. He pulled out a small piece of equipment and held it gently in both hands.
His eyes widened when he heard a gun cocking behind his head. "Give me the device." The guard behind him ordered.
"Or what?" Reid asked, with his back to the thug.
"Or I will kill you." He threatened.
"I'm sure that sounds like a good plan, but this is highly volatile and if you shoot me, I will drop it and you will be dead, too."
The guard moved his weapon and tapped Reid between his legs. "You won't need your friends to hold onto the device."
"Okay, you can have it." Reid then threw the device high above them. The guard looked up and focused on the sensitive material. Reid quickly spun around and kicked him in the head. The man was knocked down and his gun slid across the floor.
Reid caught the device then kicked him square in the face knocking him out. "I have the device, I'm on my way." He reported to his team.
Reid ran back out the way he entered where Alex was waiting for him. "What took you so long?" She asked.
"I was dealing with a small problem." He then looked down at the four unconscious guards next to her. "I can see you had your hands full as well."
"Nothing I couldn't handle." She smiled at her partner, then spoke into her mic. "Come on Hugh, we have to get out of here in a hurry."
A moment later, a white, innocuous van came barreling toward them. The vehicle didn't even come to a complete stop when the door slid open. Charles was in the back and reached out his hand. "Come on, let's go!"
Reid and Alex jumped in as Hugh peeled off. Two cars came racing after them. "Hang on, we've got company." Hugh announced as he agressivly drove away.
Alex looked a little nervous.
"Dont worry." Charles started. "Hugh is the best driver in the CIA." Then gave a wink.
"That's only because you haven't experienced Reid, yet." Alex countered.
"Do you hear that, Hugh? Sounds like we need to have a race!" Charles called out.
"Just tell me when and where." Reid announced.
Morgan looked to Reid. "So, you're a race car driver as well?" Morgan chucked.
"There's a lot about me you don't know." Reid grinned.