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October 15th - Quantico, Virginia
Reid sat at his desk, taping his pen aimlessly. He glanced at his watch and let out a loud sigh.
"Reid…why aren't you getting ready to go home? It's after 6 and you're more than done with your paperwork." Prentiss asked, grabbing another file off the rather impressive pile that sat on the corner of his desk.
"Nah. Give me a few files. I'll help you finish yours." He said smiling over at Prentiss. She quirked an eyebrow at him, leaning over hesitantly to hand him a file.
"You can have mine!" Morgan yelled out from the doorway of his office. He ran down the stairs and plopped down on the edge of Reid's desk.
"Sure."
Morgan stopped smiling, staring down confusedly at Reid. "Okay…what's up? You never willingly agree…" Morgan scrunched his eyebrows in concern, staring intently at his best friend.
Reid stumbled out an excuse "well…uhm…you see…" With Morgan staring down at him he knew he would give up. "Sophia's gone. She went to Richmond to meet up with her cousin Michelle and her mom to go wedding dress shopping. She won't be back till dinner time tomorrow."
"So?" Morgan asked, sliding off Reid's desk.
"It's weird going home to an empty house." Reid said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.
"Awww! Listen to you, all domesticated. Just wait till you guys get married!" Prentiss laughed.
"You have your cats." Reid glared at Morgan. Or really, he attempted to glare at Reid but all he could ever conjure was what everyone always called his "kitten glare."
"Yes Morgan, because they're so good at carrying on a conversation. You should hear the riveting debates we get in to."
Morgan laughed and slapped Reid playfully on the back. "You know, you're getting better at the whole sarcasm thing. Why don't we have a boy's night? Forget the files."
"HEY! He was going to willingly help me finish my files. Don't do this to me, Morgan! I won't survive!" Morgan rolled his eyes at Prentiss and threw her file back on her desk, sparing his friend from what he deemed as torture only the government could come up with.
"Come on, it's quitting time. Grab your coat." Reid smiled sheepishly at Prentiss as he stood up.
"Enjoy the free time Reid. I was only kidding." Reid nodded and pulled his jacket on, throwing his satchel over his shoulder. He quickly followed Morgan to his car; he had long ago given up trying to tell Morgan that the subway was a perfectly acceptable way to get places and that he didn't need a lift every time.
"So what exactly does a "boys night out" entail? Does it have to be 'out' as in, at a bar or club? Can't it be…'in'?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so. I was gonna suggest that new bar that opened up a few blocks from here but we can stay in instead. Why don't we stop to get some Chinese and beer and we'll watch a few movies." Morgan smiled effortlessly at Reid as he came to a stop at a red light. Reid smiled back, turning to look out the window.
"Sounds good to me. As long as I can use real utensils."
"Right. Because eating with chopsticks is like foraging with number two pencils."
"Did you know that they are called number two pencils because of the hardness of their lead, which equates to the darkness of their lines? They actually are number one pencils, along with a two point five pencil, three and four pencil, though they are really only used for shading when completing pencil drawings. And-"
"You know Reid, you may find this hard to believe, but I actually didn't know that." Reid smirked to himself.
"Well now you do."