Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. Disclaimer applies to the entire story. This is a sequel to my story, The Bet. You don't have to read that first, but it would help!

~*~TaT~*~

Chapter 1
Morgan's POV

I looked around to make sure the guys and I were the only ones within earshot as we ate lunch in Hotch's office.

"So I was thinking," I mumbled around a bite of my hamburger. When I had their attention, I continued. "Pen and I were listening to the radio last night, and that stupid Village People song came on."

Everyone but Reid rolled their eyes. He grinned and said, ""That was a lot of fun. We should do that again sometime."

I threw a fry at him and glared at him with what I hoped was a look of disgust. "Anyway, I realized we've never had our revenge for that bet and having to sing with those stupid hats on."

"Don't remind us," Hotch said with a groan.

"I can still feel those feathers itching," Rossi grumbled.

"It wasn't that bad," Reid murmured, causing all three of us to narrow our eyes at him. He raised his chin, sticking to his guns. "Well, it wasn't."

"Got anything in mind?" Rossi asked after swallowing the bite of his meatloaf sandwich.

"Bowling," I said confidently. "I know Hotch and I do pretty well."

Hotch nodded.

Rossi looked interested, but Reid's reaction surprised me. He looked up and grinned, nodding quickly.

"You bowl, Reid?" Rossi asked him.

"Did you know that bowling is really a game of physics and trigonometry?" he began, so excited that his voice squeaked. "It's all about trajectory, force, angles, and release. In fact, Sir Isaac—"

Rossi interrupted with a bark of laughter and announced to us, "He bowls."

Leave it to the kid to make bowling a science experiment.

"What about the girls?" Hotch asked, looking up at me. "I know Em's bowled some, but what about the others?"

I grinned. "I asked Pen that last night." My mind drifted for a moment, thinking of our whole conversation the night before.

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"Hey, handsome," P's voice called from the living room. "What do you think about hosting a Halloween costume party here this year?"

Penelope and I had officially been dating for six months, and it had taken me nearly two weeks of begging, cajoling, and every other form of persuasion I had in my bag of tricks before she finally moved in with me. She'd been worried I would get tired of having her underfoot, but as far as I was concerned, the positives far outweighed any negatives she could come up with in her pretty little head. She'd moved in over a month ago, and I couldn't be happier with the situation.

I walked back into the room from the kitchen, carrying Pen's glass of wine and my beer, and smiled. "Whatever you wanna do, baby. Set it up, tell me what I need to do to help, and I'll do it," I said, taking a long pull of my beer.

"Excellent. The girls'll be excited. JJ wanted to have it at their place, but Little Creek is far enough out that if we had anything to drink, we'd have to stay the night since taxis would cost a fortune. Dave vetoed that pretty quickly," she explained, grinning.

I smirked. "I'm sure he did. You know how much of a pain in the ass Rossi is about that type of stuff."

She laughed and nodded, reaching for the remote to the stereo and turning it on. After the commercial finished, I groaned when I heard the song that came on. Penelope just smirked at me above her laptop, her eyes twinkling. She began humming along to the Village People's "Y.M.C.A."

"Remember this?" she teased, before continuing in a sincere voice, "You guys looked awfully silly up there, but it was the best night of my life."

"Mine, too, Baby Girl," I assured her, before rolling my eyes as she began to sing along to the words while she worked.

I let my mind wander back to that night and how we'd ended up dressed as fools on stage. It had all started with...a bet!

Damn! The guys and I had yet to pay our women back for beating us at cards and making us get up on stage in costumes and sing that ridiculous song! I'd have to bring that up with them and see what we could come up with for revenge. I had an idea already, though.

"Hey, princess, do you bowl?"

"Hmm?"

"Bowl, Penelope. Do. You. Like. To. Bowl?"

Her attention was still focused on the computer.

"Yeah, I've been a few times with the girls for our girls' night out. We all enjoy it, even if we aren't great. Why?"

"Oh, uh, Hotch asked last week if I thought we should all go out as a team one weekend, and I said I'd ask. I forgot until now. You think you and the girls would like that?"

A minute later, she made a noncommittal sound and continued clacking away at her laptop, pausing every little bit to take a sip of wine.

"Hey, Red Delicious," I called softly, reaching out to tweak a red curl that had fallen from the clip atop her head.

When I got no response, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I quickly finished my beer, set the empty bottle aside, and stood. I pulled the laptop from my woman's hands, earning myself a surprised gasp and a glare. Setting it on the coffee table, I then scooped Penelope up in my arms and began walking us down the hall to the bedroom, P giggling in my arms the whole way.

"If you wanted to go to bed, all you had to do was ask," she teased.

I smirked and moved one hand down to caress the curve of her bottom. I drew my hand back and then let it swing in to lightly spank her panty-covered ass once. "That's for ignoring me, woman."

~*~TaT~*~

"So I think we could take them," I assured the group. "I'm not sure what we could do for the winners, though."

Rossi smirked, and one look told me something devilish was cooking in his warped mind. "You mentioned the Halloween party. I know we're having an office party here during the day, assuming we're in town."

He glanced around, noticing our agreement, and then continued, "Well, what if the winners get to choose the costumes the losers wear for the party here at work? I can think of plenty of embarrassing costumes for the ladies."

Hotch gave Rossi a mock warning look. "Keep it tasteful, Dave."

Rossi's smirk grew to a grin. "I always do, Aaron. I always do."

That was good enough for me. "Sounds good," I said. "Hotch, man, you wanna bring up the idea about going bowling this weekend?"

"I can do that. Em's been wanting to get together with everyone anyway, so I'll use that as an excuse. We should probably forgo mentioning the bet until we're actually there."

Once that was agreed on, we finished our lunch and shot the shit until we heard Pen, JJ, and Prentiss walk back into the bullpen. We all walked out to greet them, and Hotch mentioned going bowling on the upcoming Saturday.

JJ looked at Pen and Emily, who both nodded. Then she smiled and said, "We're in. That'll be fun. We haven't been out as a group in a while, and we've never bowled together."

"Great." Hotch glanced at me. "Dale City Lanes in Woodbridge still has Xtreme Bowling, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, we could grab dinner there, too."

"Okay, so we'll plan on meeting there at seven if we're in town," Hotch told the group. He glanced down at his watch. "Okay, everyone. Back to work."

I gave Pen a quick kiss on the cheek and sent her to her lair to mess with her babies before turning and heading to my desk to tackle the stack of folders I still needed to finish. Grinning, I thought about the upcoming weekend. I knew we'd have a blast and blow the ladies out of the water.