Morgan's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Or what he wasn't seeing: the floor. It was covered with clutter. Papers, books, files, folders, magazines. You name it, it was on her floor.
"Yeah," Jordan laughed. "It's a little bit of a mess."
"A little bit? How the hell do you walk in here?"
"Oh, you know, I just climb over everything." Morgan watched as Jordan stepped on papers to get to her kitchen.
"And you said you know where everything is?"
"Yeah!" said Jordan. "I do. Everything is sorted into general areas. Over there," she pointed toward the TV, "is where old files are. The kitchen is where I keep things I need to look at. And the closet in my bedroom is just things I want to keep?"
"Do you every throw anything out?"
"Yes!" Jordan playfully hit Morgan. "I throw a lot of things out. I guess that's the sad part…"
"No kidding." Morgan smiled. "I mean, if it doesn't bother you, then more power to you."
Morgan's phone buzzed. He reached in his pocket and it buzzed again.
"Hello? Yeah. Tomorrow? 7:30. Got it. Bye."
"Who was that?" Jordan asked.
"Hotch. We have to be in the office at 7:30. There's apparently a case with a really long briefing."
"Damn. I hate early mornings," Jordan said.
"Me too." Morgan said. "I'm more of a late night person, if you know what I mean." He winked.
Jordan rolled her eyes and giggled. She did know what he meant.
"Anyway," she started, "do you want to watch some TV or something?"
"Yeah," Morgan smiled. "That sounds nice. Assuming I can make it to the couch."
"Oh don't be such a baby," Jordan said. "C'mon, I'll help you." She grabbed his hand and led him to the couch.
