Author's Note: Good evening and happy 'fall back and get more sleep because God knows you need it day'. Okay, can I just say that Henry as Reid was the best shit since sliced bread? I LOVE anything to do with Godfather/Uncle Spencer and it was just…amazing. I see that they shelved the Mystery Woman plot for a while but I think it'll make a triumphant return soon. I hope it does. If anyone deserves to get some action that doesn't involve guns, explosions, and torture, it's Reid. Seriously.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
"It's about time you got a new car, Kid. That thing was older than Hotch …or dirt."
"Dirt and Hotch are twins, actually." he deadpanned, making Morgan crack up laughing.
"I'll pay you 19.99 plus shipping and handling to say that to him."
"Throw in a bag of sour gummi worms and I'll consider it. How about this one?"
"It's kinda…plain, don't you think?"
"It gets good gas mileage and it's solid. Besides, I don't have anything to prove."
"What do you mean by…oh shit!"
Reid grinned at the completely freaked out look on his big brother's face and looked closer. The car was a deep gray near black Jetta, a 1998. The interior was beige and gray and when he moved the driver's seat back, he saw there was room for even his gangly limbs. Turning on a flashlight, he checked for signs of flood damage or rust and nodded when he found none. Popping the trunk, he moved to the back and looked in. No rust, no odd stains or smells…very good so far. He'd test drive and take it to his mechanic for a full diagnostic before laying down a cent but…yes.
"Oh, Strauss finally found a replacement or rather, the replacement found her. David Rossi."
"As in David Rossi?"
"Yep."
"Huh. Well, that's a relief. All we'll have to do is get him used to the new dynamic of the unit which is way better than dealing with someone fresh out the box. When's he start?"
"Couple of days from now. I heard he's a jackass…and that 90% of the non-frat policy is his fault."
"You're responsible for the last 10% and there is more than a little jackassery in your giddy-up but we gladly keep you around."
"Sobriety makes you bitchy, man."
"Morgan, I've always been bitchy. I've just kept it under wraps and I didn't hear you deny a thing."
"Well…" he leered wolfishly.
"You're nasty."
"Says you, my sisters, and Prentiss. I've gotten better, though."
"When did Emily call you nasty?"
"Actually, she said disgusting and it was when she was getting ready for a date with you a few weeks ago."
"It wasn't a date."
"Yeah, right. Tell me another bedtime story."
"It wasn't! We were just hanging out watching Hitchcock, eating Indian food and dancing."
"Dancing? She actually got you to dance with her?"
"Well, she was dancing. I was more like flailing rhythmically but…stop grinning, it wasn't a date. We're not dating. We're just friends."
"Your mouth's saying one thing but the blush on your face is tellin' a whole other story."
"…shut up."