Disclaimer: I do not own criminal minds
Summary:Morgan, Reid, and Hotch make a bet about Emily.
A/N: So I just recently started to watch Criminal Minds, and I noticed how Emily could have a relationship with basically any of the guys on the show. And then this idea came to me.
Rock, Paper, Scissors
Chapter 1
"Shoot!"
Morgan and Reid both extended their hands, and Reid let out a cry of victory.
"Two out of three," Morgan insisted.
"What? No. That's not fair," Reid complained, refusing to give up his win.
"Not fair? Not fair? I'll tell you what's not fair. Paper beating rock is not fair," Morgan told him, with a small undertone of annoyance.
"Statistically, in competition play, it has been observed that scissors is thrown the least often. Specifically, it gets delivered 29.6% of the time, so it slightly under-indexes against the expected average of 33.33% by 3.73%. Obviously, knowing this only gives you a slight advantage."
Morgan glared at his younger colleague, frustrated that he couldn't beat him at the simple game. "There's no way in hell paper can beat rock. Is paper suppose to magically wrap around the rock, leaving it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? I'll tell you why. Because paper can't beat anything. A rock would tear that shit up in two seconds." Morgan leaned forward in his chair and extended his hand. "Two out of three."
Reid huffed. "Fine. On the count of three."
"One. Two. Three." They both revealed their weapon. Morgan paper. Reid scissors.
"What the…," Morgan trailed off and angrily muttered something under his breath. "How the hell did you know I was going to do that?"
"Inexperienced or flustered players will often subconsciously deliver the throw that beat their last one," Reid told him and nodded knowingly. "Since I beat you with paper on our last throw, I could easily assume that you'll play paper. My only option was to play scissors."
"This is bull. What are you? Some kind of mind reader?"
"No that's impossible. I just simply…"
Morgan rolled his eyes and quickly cut him off, "Whatever. It doesn't matter. You're still coming tonight."
"What? No," Reid squeaked out. "I won."
"You're going to let rock, paper, scissors make your decision for you?"
Reid just gaped at him. "If you would have won, then you would have let it decide for you."
"He's right," a familiar voice told them.
Morgan threw a glance over his shoulder, and he tried his best not to glare at the two men who just walked into the break room. Sighing dramatically, he asked, "Hotch, Rossi you coming tonight?"
"Where?"
"Out to get a few beers after work."
Rossi nodded from across the table. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"
Hotch sighed. "Sure."
"Ha!" Morgan exclaimed, turning back to Reid. "Even Hotch is coming."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Hotch asked and Rossi chuckled.
Morgan ignored him. "So are you coming?"
Reid shook his head. "No."
"Why not!?"
"Because you'll just try to hook me up with some girl."
"So?"
"Then you leave me alone with her and I make a fool out of myself," Reid told him honestly.
Morgan sighed. "You'll thank me one day."
"I highly doubt it," Reid muttered.
"Look, if it'll make you happy I won't try to set you up with anyone. Okay?"
Reid bit his lip and avoided eye contact as his friend waited for an answer. "Fine, I'll come." He paused for a moment and after awhile he couldn't help but add, "You know. I don't need your help to get a date."
Morgan laughed out loud at that. "Okay, whatever you say."
"It's true!" He insisted.
"Prove it."
Rossi chuckled from across the table. "You guys are ridiculous."
"I'm not proving anything to you," Reid told him as he fiddled with the tattered edges of his shirt. "Besides, you just woo them for a couple of hours and then leave the next morning."
"Whoa, hold it," Morgan cut in. "I can get a date with any girl at anytime."
"Yeah but they don't last long."
Morgan inhaled sharply. "I can keep any girl longer than a day."
Reid raised an eyebrow. "Any girl?"
Morgan smiled full-heartily. "Are you saying that I can't woo any girl?"
"I'm not saying that. I just think it's a little…"
"Cocky," Rossi finished for him.
Reid nodded in agreement. "If you can get any girl, then prove it," he challenged.
Morgan smiled. "Is Reid making a bet?" he asked mockingly.
"Can we pick the girl?" Rossi asked, joining the conversation.
"I'll make a bet with you, Reid. We'll pick a girl. The same girl and whoever she likes better in the long run wins."
"That's not fair!" Reid protested. "You'll pick some girl that won't think twice about me."
"Fine, Rossi and Hotch can pick."
"This isn't going to end well," Hotch muttered under his breath. "No, I'm not picking.'
Rossi ignored him. "Okay… the next girl to get off the elevator. That'll be your girl."
They all glanced out the door that gave a view to the elevator doors, and they waited patiently for someone to get off it. After a moment the doors slowly opened to reveal none other than Emily Prentiss herself. Morgan and Reid looked around nervously.
"Should we pick again?" Reid asked his voice quivering.
Rossi laughed. "No. A bet's a bet and Emily Prentiss is your girl."
"This isn't ethical," Hotch snapped suddenly, and he turned around to glare at them all. "I won't have it."
They all stared at him, confused. "Why?"
Hotch's mind went blank. "Because…"
Morgan chuckled. "A moment ago you were going to let us do it. You don't have a thing for her. Do you?"
Hotch straightened his tie. "What? No."
Rossi rolled his eyes, knowingly. "Then it's settled."
Morgan held out his hand. "I'm in."
"For the love of God," Hotch muttered, his anger boiling inside him.
"Me too," Reid agreed to their disbelief.
So they shook on it.
So should I continue?