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Mae watched from the bleachers as Reid put another ball into the pitching machine for Morgan to hit.
"Ok! Do you see my hips? You swing right through, nice and easy," Morgan instructed. "All right, come on. You give it a try."
"It was just a ride to the airport. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said I owed you one," Reid explained as he traded places with Morgan.
"Hey, you act like this is torture. You know, there are people who think this is fun," Morgan joked.
"Believe it or not, most of my childhood sports memories aren't altogether pleasant," Reid told him.
"Reid, it's just one game," Morgan sighed. "We need a body. You might not even have to play."
"Perfect. Can we go now?" Reid asked.
"Come on idiot, it's just one ball," Mae approached the two, handing Reid the bat.
"You're gonna like this, Kid. I promise. See it and hit it. Just relax. Here we go," Morgan called out as he fed the ball into the pitching machine. But, again, Reid swung and missed. "Ok, ok. First, try. Keep your eye on the ball."
"Gravity plus drag coefficient plus magnus... I see what you're saying. If I can adjust the velocity of my swing-" Reid explains.
"No stop. Get out of your head, don't think so much!" Mae exclaimed from behind the netting.
"Just feel it!" Morgan chimes in.
"Feel it. Feel it," Reid mutters to himself.
"Don't think. Just feel it!" Morgan reminds him.
"Don't think. Just feel. Just feel," Reid repeats.
"Ok here it comes," Morgan laughs as he put another ball into the machine. But again, Reid swings and misses. "Reid, that's not feeling it."
"I'm feeling like an idiot," Reid exclaimed.
"You're looking like one too," Mae calls out laughing before Morgan's phone rings.
"Well today's your lucky day," Morgan starts, "We just got a case."
"Yes!" Reid cheers. "Thank god."
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"Last night in Miami, the body of Amanda Lopez was found in an alley," Garcia starts.
"23 years old, originally from Tampa, ran away from her foster home when she was 16 years old," Morgan recited.
"Runaway and prostitute. She couldn't be more high risk," Mae commented.
