(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal minds or it characters)

Just a one-shot that I thought of whilst running. Also I'm planning on having tattoo next year and so it's been on my mind a lot lately.

I'm going to Florida in a couple of day, I have a wedding tomorrow and then the day after we are heading to the airport. It will probably be Sunday when I publish this, it's Friday right now. So if you notice the times of when I publish change radically, it will be because I'm in a different time zone.

It's Saturday now!

I hope you all enjoy this. I'm up for any one-shot requests if you pm me.

Here ya go!

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"Our goal is to get you and Hotch drunk!" Announced Garcia with a shriek, patting Spencer's shoulder patronisingly.

"What? Why us?" Groaned Spencer.

"Because, Pretty Boy, you never have any fun and I want to see a drunk genius. As for Hotch, I haven't seen him let his hair down in a while and I have never ever seen him drunk", Morgan rubbed his hands together wickedly, winking at Garcia and keeping the real plan to themselves. Spencer rolled his eyes.

"I don't see the enjoyment in becoming incapacitated with alcohol. You do know alcohol consumption is the leading cause of liver failure?" Grumbled Reid and Morgan pinched the bridge of his nose.

"This is what we're talking about", Emily threw an arm over Spencer's shoulder, "we're gonna get you out of that big brain of yours."

"My brain is the same size of any of yours, intelligence doesn't..." Spencer was cut off when Garcia force fed him a jelly shot. He choked on it, swallowing the sharp tasting jello in a quick gulp so he could breath. "Garcia!" He gasped, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

"That's the spirit", she sang, giving him a wide smile and innocent eyes.

Rossi and Hotch came and joined the team with a fresh round of drinks.

"Have you heard their plan?" Reid asked, eyeing Hotch wearily, but before he could continue JJ's hand clamped over his mouth.

"Yea, our plan to have the best night ever", cheered JJ, avoiding the scowl Reid was sending her.

"Is she drunk already?" Rossi laughed, taking a deep swig of his whiskey and sighing.

"No, nowhere near. Let's get this party started. DRINKING GAMES!" Shrieked Garcia, pulling herself to the edge of the couch. They were all sat around a short square table. Garcia, Emily and Morgan were sat on the battered leather couch, JJ had stolen the comfy leather chair, Reid taking the stool next to her and Rossi and Hotch pulling chairs to create a full circle.

"What shall we play first?" Mused Garcia, clearing the empty glasses off the table.

"How about: Never have I ever?" Emily suggested, giggling madly when the girls nodded in agreement. Spencer groaned and Hotch rolled his eyes.

"You know how to play genius?" Laughed Morgan and Reid narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, thank you very much", he shot back, reluctantly taking his drink.

"Okay, if you've done the thing I say you drink, if not then you don't", Garcia explained drunkenly. "Okay ready?" She gazed around at her co-workers who held their glasses up as confirmation. "Never have I ever kissed a girl", all the men took a drink as well as Garcia and Emily.

"You're not supposed to pick ones that you've done", laughed Morgan. The others raised their eyebrows at the girls.

"What I experimented", shrugged Garcia.

"Undercover's a bitch", was Emily's answer.

JJ nudged Spencer and grinned. "Did you drink for Lila?" She teased, Spencer went bright red and turned his attention to his hands.

"Okay, Emily's go", sing songed Garcia.

"Hmmm. Never have I ever...uh had a one night stand", JJ, Morgan and Rossi took a big gulp. "You dogs", laughed Emily.

"My go!", JJ practically shouted, she squinted for a minute, thinking. "Ooo! Never have I ever gone skinny dipping", she grinned toothily and then moaned when she realised she had to drink. Morgan and Emily drank , and surprisingly so did Hotch and Rossi.

"I own a pool", winked Rossi, and they all 'ah'd. Hotch went red, but refused to explain.

"Spence", JJ passed the game onto him. Spencer bit his lip, thinking hard for things he knew his friends had done.

"Never have I ever...uh... been on tv", he said innocently. JJ took a big swig because she was always on reports. Rossi, Hotch and Morgan also took a drink.

"Hey you've been on tv too pretty boy." Spencer's eyes went wide and he quickly drank.

Rossi was next and he was in on getting Reid and Hotch drunk.

"Never have I ever gotten stuck in an elevator"

"Really, man?" Moaned Morgan, him and Reid taking a drink. Hotch kissed his teeth thinking of a question. He glanced at Reid and smiled, realising his friends were trying to get him drunk.

"Never have I ever got a PhD", Reid grumbled about it not being fair, but took a drink. The others chuckled, liking Hotch's idea.

"Never have I ever read 10 books in a week", Reid glanced around at the expectant faces and glared at Morgan as he took a drink.

"Never have I ever solved a Rubix cube", Garcia squealed and Reid drank again, along with Hotch.

"Never have I ever been banned from a casino", Emily said and Reid drank yet again.

"This isn't fair, stop basing your questions on me", he moaned. They threw their hands up in surrender and smirked.

"Never have I ever been unit chief", JJ smirked, goggling at Hotch who shook his head before drinking.

"This game is biased", he laughed.

The game continued for a few rounds and Reid was officially named the loser with Hotch a close second.

"Well...you taileored th..the quessdions t..to...to...get us", slurred Spencer, squinting at his fingers as he tried to focus on them.

"What did I say; lightweight!" Snorted Morgan, filling Hotch's glass back up whilst he wasn't looking.

"Hey Hotch, we're getting another round, so finish your drink already", Hotch spun around upon hearing Emily's words, to see his full glass. He frowned feeling sure that he'd almost finished it. Shrugging off his doubts, he chugged his drink down quickly. He didn't notice the others snicker.

They played another drinking game and Hotch and Reid were so out of it that every time they were told to take a drink they would, and quite often they didn't have to. An example was when they played 'most likely', where one team member would make up a scenario of who would most likely do what in that situation and on the count of three everyone would point to a team member who they believe would be most likely in that particular situation. The team said random things and everyone would point to Hotch or Reid and told them to drink and not having the mental capacity to disagree due to the level of alcohol they'd consumed, they kept drinking. Several times Hotch even showed off, downing his entire drink.

They had just started a game of spin the bottle when Reid got restless.

"Les dansssse", he hissed, wobbling to his feet.

"Yea, you go ahead Spence, we'll watch you", JJ replied in a spritely tone, similar to the way she talked to Henry.

Reid bit his lower lip in a grin and gave her a thumbs up. He turned, swaying violently and pushed his stool with him to get out of their circle. He saw the dance floor and started off for it, but he forgot the stool was still in front of his legs. He frowned down at it, not understanding how it got there.

"Need help?" Laughed Garcia, watching the display.

"Oh hey peneeeelopeeee", he slurred, turning back and waving enthusiastically. He took a step while still looking at her and once again he forgot the stool was still in front of him, and once again he hadn't a clue what it was doing there. The he got his foot caught in the stool and they both crashed down together. Spencer fell on top of the stool with an 'umph', but the stool remained intact.

That was when they decided Reid had drunk enough, well enough for their little plan to work anyway. But they had to get Hotch a little more paralytic before they finally decided it was time to put their plan into action.

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Hotch woke up to a dull throb. His back groaned in pain from the awkward position he was lay in: he was sat on a couch, but through the night he'd slumped down, his bottom half still in a sitting position and his top half lay down. He rose stiffly, squeezing his eyes shut when the room started spinning and the corners of his eyes filled with blackness.

"Urgh, my head", moaned Hotch, fingering his pounding temples.

"Oh hey boss man! You're awake", cried Garcia. Hotch frowned and rubbed his head more forcefully.

"Go easy on him baby girl", Morgan motioned to his own head and grinned mischievously.

"What happened?" Hotch sighed, leaning back and looking around. He was sat on one of Rossi's cream couches, Garcia perched next to him with a small, milky bowl of cereal.

Morgan was stood behind the couch smiling at Hotch as he struggled with his hangover.

"You got drunk", chittered Garcia.

"Where's everyone else?" Hotch grunted.

"Emily is nursing a hangover, same as you, JJ's in the bathroom freshening up, Rossi is making some breakfast, yours truely and my Chocolate dream are making sure you're recovering and..." she hid her mouth behind her palm, giggling. "And the baby of the BAU is still dead to the world", she pointed to the opposite couch and if Hotch's headache wasn't so bad he would've laughed too.

Spencer was still fully clothed in his outfit from the day before, though it was crinkled and crumpled now. He was fast asleep on the a twin of Hotch's couch, though he wasn't lay on it. Spencer's legs hung over the back of the couch, black converse sat loosely on his mismatched socks. His head hung over the cushions . He was basically sat upside down on the couch. How he got that way was a mystery to them all.

"Can I wake him?" Garcia pleaded, Morgan rolled his eyes.

"Nu-uh, you're too nice. Let me give him a wake up call", Garcia pouted, but didn't argue with her chocolate Adonis.

Morgan crept up behind the sofa Reid was lounging on. He gently pulled off one of his converse. He then pressed his fingers firmly on the arch of Reid's foot. Spencer's eyes flew open and he gasped in pain, yanking his foot away and in doing so flipping himself off the couch entirely in an impressive backwards roll, landing with a painful thumb on Rossi's laminated floor.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty", teased Morgan, who was hissing with laughter.

Reid panted on the floor, rubbing his injured backside and wondering what had just happened.

"Wha...I...uh?" He croaked, his eyes widened at how raspy his voice was.

"Rough night Pretty boy?" Laughed Morgan. Reid remained on the floor, frowning, and trying to remember what had happened the previous night.

Rossi walked in with Emily dragging herself behind him. He saw Spencer sat on the floor rubbing his back and Hotch with a hand against his temples and he chortled.

"I made a breakfast casserole, you can all help yourself. How's the head Aaron?" Chucked Rossi, putting a hand on Hotch's shoulder. Hotch shrugged him off and glowered at the Italian.

"You sneaky old man! Getting us drunk, is that the best you can do," Rossi raised his eyebrows and smirked at Hotch's remark. He turned on Reid.

"What about you Reid? How's the head?"

"Actually, I'm more worried about my foot. Did I fall?" He asked looking at everyone's faces, they were all surpressing laughter. JJ jogged in and let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank god, I didn't miss it right?"

"Nope", Morgan replied.

Reid's brow dropped to his eyes. "Wait...no...you didn't...you couldn't..." his mouth dropped open and he pulled down the sock to reveal the skin Morgan had grabbed. Spencer's eyes became saucers. "You...you". The team couldn't suppress their laughter when Spencer looked up at them all so inncocently.

"I think it suits you", giggled Garcia.

"You got me a..a TATTOO!" He shouted, pulling his sock off completely and revealing a small tattoo over the arch of his foot. It portrayed a blue telephone box which represented the tardis and below it in small black print were the words "I'm the Doctor".

"I can't believe this", Reid whispered, hyperventilating. "What if my mum sees it!" He glanced back at the tattoo, studying it. Hotch couldn't help but smile at their youngest. He shook his head and lent back. His back protested against the action, he winced at the soreness, probably how I slept, he dismissed.

"Don't know why you're laughing Aaron", Rossi smirked. Hotch's smile fell and he frowned.

"What? Why?" He questioned. Garcia and JJ bit their lips, Emily raised her eyebrows waiting for the reaction, but Rossi and Morgan kept snorting with laughter. Hotch's face dropped a bit more when a realisation hit him.

He touched his back and the stinging increased. Oh god no.

You didn't?" He growled, trying to peek over his shoulder. The team kept snickering and Hotch launched himself onto his feet, heading for the mirror behind him. Please...don't... he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down past his shoulder, wrenching his head right round to view his back in the mirror. He almost fainted from shock.

Hotch's back was a swollen red which streamed up over his shoulders and down past his lower torso. In the centre of his back stood the FBI logo, emblazoned with flames that licked up to his neck. Underneath the vivid blue logo was tall, red, block writing, that read "UNIT CHIEF".

"What. Have. You. Done!" He snarled turning back to Rossi, who was holding his sides, tears cascading down his cheeks.

"It wasn't us!" JJ laughed defensively. Hotch turned back to the atrocity on his back. "I mean, yes Garcia designed it, but you agreed to it."

"I WAS DRUNK!" He exploded. He panted and touched his back tentatively, grimacing. Everyone backed away from Hotch, still laughing.

"So that was why you wanted to get us drunk", mused Spencer, looking around curiously. "I'm sure this is illegal".

"Hey we didn't even pick yours. I had a great design and everything to go on your chest, but you said no!" Garcia looked pretty miffed. "You picked that", Spencer's cheeks went a beetroot red and he swallowed thickly as Garcia shrieked with laughter.

"I'm going to have you all arrested", snapped Hotch, sending everyone's grins back to him.

"Hey", Reid yelped, with a pout.

"Not you, you're a victim as well", grumbled Hotch, peeling his eyes from his back.

"Listen to him! Victims! If it wasn't for us you would have a tattoo sleeve to compliment that masterpiece", Rossi chuckled.

"You planned this! Reid what was it they said?" Hotch turned to Spencer, who didn't hesitate.

"Garcia said "it's our goal to get you and Hotch drunk" and Morgan said "Because, Pretty Boy, you never have any fun and I want to see a drunk genius. As for Hotch, I haven't seen him let his hair down in a while and I have never ever seen him drunk" and you were at the bar when they said it".

"Well that settles it. No vaction for any of you for 10 years. Except Reid, not that you'll take any vacation anyway". Everyone's mouths dropped at the deadly serious tone in Hotch's voice.

"Aw come on! Can't we compromise", begged Emily.

Hotch thought for a minute; it was his turn to smirk.

"2 years of no vacation." A collective groan lifted from the team. "And..." his eyes locked with Rossi's. "You're paying to have it removed", grumbled Hotch, buttoning his shirt back up.

"Is that so," Rossi mused, rubbing his goatee and narrowing his eyes.

"Yes it is. I was under the influence and I know you had a lot to do with that, and being the only millionaire on this team, I think it is so!" Hotch barked and Rossi raised his arms, surrendering with a smirk on his face. "And you can pay for Reid's to be removed. You're supposed to be setting an example for him". Rossi, Morgan and Emily snorted, JJ snickered and Garcia looked down guiltily, though she continued smiling.

"Actually that won't be necessary", Reid mumbled, pulling his sock back up.

"Huh", Hotch frowned at his youngest agent.

"I think I'll keep mine", he grinned up at the team, who all gaped in disbelief.

"You've got to be kidding". Hotch groaned, face palming.

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So I'm getting ready for the wedding right now and I just finished this early, and because I'm in such a good mood I published this early.

Please review, I hope you enjoyed!