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It had been six months, and Reid was still living with Morgan. The housewares that the ladies had gotten for the young agent had been safely put into storage, but that didn't keep Morgan from tripping over the several thousand books that seemed to line every wall in the house.

"One of these days, man," he shouted as he fought a losing battle not to connect with the floor after hitting a first edition of the complete Lord of the Rings trilogy. "Didn't we buy you bookshelves?"

"What do you call those?" Reid said simply, waving his hands towards the three giant shelving units that lined one entire wall of the living room. They dwarfed the entertainment center by at least two-thirds. "It's not that bad…"

"Oh, yes, it is that bad," the older agent argued, rubbing his elbow where it had fallen hard onto the floor. "Look around. Do you see an inch of space anywhere in here? Don't you remember the reason we put your things in storage?"

Reid looked around at the six dozen or so books that littered the floor. It seemed perfectly normal that they would be there, within easy reach.

"And come on," Morgan continued. "Really, kid, how many copies of Sherlock Holmes do you really need?"

"Depends on which one," Reid countered. "There were four full-length novels, fifty-six short stories and all of these were published in volumes. Besides, me giving up A Study in Scarlet or The Hound of the Baskervilles is like someone deleting the entire season of American Idol from your TiVo.

"You wouldn't."

"A bunch of people, only about five of which can actually sing, standing on national television and making an idiot of themselves? And you complain about my books?"

"I don't trip over the TiVo." Morgan spread out his hands, trying to illustrate his point.

Note to self, Reid thought. Remember to tape more CI later—maybe one for every book I "lose". He bent down and began picking up the strewn books from off the floor.

As the two agents were finishing up, there was a large commotion from the back of the apartment. Seconds later, there was a terrified squeak as a small ball of fur darted out across the living room and into a corner, only to be followed by a thundering bark and an overactive tail.

"Morgan! He's gonna eat my gerbil!"

"Then don't let him out of his tank, genius."

"I didn't!"

Morgan smiled. He knew Clooney was only playing with the smaller animal, and wouldn't eat it. "Then he had help."

At that suggestion, Reid bolted for the room he was staying in. On the floor next to the large bookcase lay a glass tank in shards, with bits of cedar chips and gerbil feed pellets scattered everywhere.

"How?!" Morgan heard from the back as he settled in to finish up the last of the American Idol season. The faint sound of clinking glass and a broom could be heard.

He smiled. Karma, he thought. Seems Garcia has something there…

A/N 2: I kinda imagine Reid being interested in Holmes, and there's only one good version of him on the tube right now--Vincent D'Onofrio"s Det. Goren in L&O: CI. Naturally, that's what we'd find on Reid's TiVo--at least, in my universe...