AN: 4 for 4, hehe. More fluffy stuff. Please R & R.
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If anyone on the team had a slight rivalry, it was Reid and Morgan, although it was truly a sibling rivalry in its own right. The two would compete in everything, besides athletics, in which Derek excelled, and crossword puzzles, which were Reid's forte. But their rivalry intensified with a deck of cards and a bag of pretzels, which made perfect betting tools.
As the team sat on the jet, on the way home from a case, Derek shuffled the cards and dealt them to the two of them, ignoring Blake and JJ, who were seated next to them and more than a little miffed at being left out.
"Come on, Pretty Boy, you against me, best of three," Derek challenged. They had solved their last case and saved three victims, which was as much of a victory as they ever had, and so the mood on the jet was as joyous as it could be, for a team of detectives seeking serial killers. It was happy enough that even the ever-stoic Hotch managed to make a joke.
"You know you're going to lose, right?" Hotch called out. Morgan just smirked and picked up his cards… to figure out that Hotch was right. He had, for lack of a better term, absolutely nothing. Reid smirked; he could tell that Morgan was losing badly just by the lack of trash talking. Morgan placed his cards down first, and Reid's smirk grew even bigger.
He spread out his cards and announced, "Royal Flush." In truth, the luck of the draw was not in his favor, but he'd managed. And, by the bug-eyed stare from Morgan, he'd floored his surrogate big brother.
The two continued in their poker game, and their sibling rivalry lived on.