Disclaimer: I do not own the song, the radio stations, or Criminal Minds.

AN: We always see the team in depressing situations doing their cases. I wanted to change it up a little bit and make a fic where they were just enjoying themselves. I hope everyone likes reading it just as much as I liked writing it- or maybe more. So please enjoy, and reviews are pretty paper hearts that I love.

There was a knock at Reid's hotel room door. The case was closed and Hutch was allowing the team to stay in South Beach, Florida for the night. Reid was glad for that as he could finally sit and read Alice in Wonderland for the tenth time. However, the knocking at his door had to be somebody from his team. But they knew he was not a "night on the town" sort of guy- unless they were talking about historical museums. Nevertheless, he turned the silver knob and pulled the door open.

Now standing in front of Reid was Morgan wearing a shit-eating grin.

"Y'know, you should come hang with the team," Morgan said, hoping Reid would say yes.

Reid just stood there and looked down at the rug, his long hair falling over his face as he said, "I was actually going to read tonight. There's this-"

"C'mon, man! People don't live forever. You gotta get out more. Come have dinner with us!" Morgan enthused.

By this point Reid knew that Morgan would not let him say no. So either Reid could say no and Morgan could bring out the heavy artillery- like Garcia- or Reid could go like a quiet little captive.

"All right, but I have to be back by eleven," Reid stated.

Morgan just rolled his eyes and started walking, "Why? Will you get in trouble?"

"No, but if we're leaving by nine I'll wake up at eight," Reid began to explain. Morgan most likely was not even listening, but Reid did not care. So he finished the explanation, "I'd like to get a good nine hours of sleep and that won't happen if I return any later than eleven."

Of course there was no answer from Morgan. He seemed to be scouring the halls for people that he knew and for the team. Reid still did not know exactly where they were going; all he knew was that there was no way out of it. Morgan took a sharp turn down a hallway and ended up at an elevator. The two of them stepped into the contraption and Morgan pressed the button for the ground floor. Ever since the two got stuck in an elevator a couple years before, they were a bit iffy towards the machines.

Ding!

The elevator doors swung open. Reid saw the whole team spread out before him. Hotch was pacing up and down the small hallway, Rossi was standing to the right of the elevator, and the girls were waiting on metal benches decorated with floral cushions.

"Now that we got everybody, let's go. I'm starving," Morgan said.

Reid actually heard his stomach rumble as they stepped out of the elevator.

Prentiss stood up from her seat and said in an unsure tone, "Reid, we're going to that place that serves that food."

"What place that serves what food?" he answered.

"Ah, I kind of-"

"Forgot what it's called?" Jareau laughed and stood up, Garcia following suit.

This was when Hotch intervened, "We're going to Monty's."

"What kind of food does Monty's serve?" Reid asked.

"Fresh seafood and live entertainment," Jareau answered.

There was a pause. Reid processed what was said exactly. He had only asked what food was served and he knew how to play off that. Whoever said the doctor was not funny was either terribly wrong or had no sense of humor.

And so he said, "Do we eat the live entertainment or did you just add that in?"

"Very funny Reid," Jareau retorted, unable to think of anything witty.

Garcia smiled. "Now, now you two. Be nice."

It was then that Hotch's stomach grumbled. In fact, his stomach and Rossi's grumbled simultaneously. They both frowned.

Rossi opened his mouth to speak, but Hotch beat him to it, "Are we going?"

Everyone nodded or made a noise of consent. They stood and followed Hotch out of the hotel. There were some comments on the restaurant they were going to. Apparently a couple agents Garcia, Morgan, and Prentiss had been there before. Reid wondered what kind of fun they had had while here. The team still had the SUV that they were given and they piled all inside it.

"I feel like a sardine," Prentiss commented on the packed car.

There were three seats in the back, three seats in the middle, and two up front. Hotch and Rossi climbed in the front seats. Morgan wanted to sit up front, but Rossi had quickly yanked the door open and climbed inside. With a huff, Morgan got into the far seat in the middle section of the vehicle. Garcia climbed in and sat beside him with a flirtatious smile and a "hello sweet cheeks."

Jareau got in next. "Behave you two."

Reid and Prentiss sat in the back.

Once everyone was settled, Hotch turned the key in the ignition. Reid was the first to buckle his seatbelt and Prentiss was the last. The first couple minutes of the drive were silent. It seemed as though everyone was getting expectant as they shifted positions or drummed their fingers on their armrest.

Prentiss broke the silence with a simple request, "Can we have some music?"

Hotch turned on the radio, which was already on 103.5. After a Krispy Kreme commercial and a DJ announcing the station was called "The Beat" a song came on. Prentiss, Rossi, Jareau, and Hotch all made faces. They did not want to listen to this kind of music. However, Garcia and Morgan were thoroughly enjoying themselves, tapping their hands on their lap to the beat of the song. Prentiss looked over at Reid, who had pulled an iPod out of his baggy pants and was now listening to music surprisingly loud that sounded something like Mozart.

"Change it," Prentiss said after a few more lines of this song.

She could not take it anymore. If she heard more of this hip-hop dance crap she thought she would scream. This was not music. It could not be music. Where were the sweet sounds of crunching guitars? Hotch put his hand over the Tune knob, and before Morgan or Garcia could open their mouths, Hotch changed the station to another one, which no one wanted to hear. Finally, he ended up at 93 Rock.

Morgan sat back in that seat. "C'mon man, I liked that song!"

"That song was like a decent piece of chocolate," Garcia commented.

"Really?" Prentiss shot back like a little kid. "Because I wanted to puke."

"That's pleasant, Prentiss, really pleasant," Jareau said.

Prentiss rolled her eyes, "All I'm saying is that's not music. I'd rather listen to Hinder or Scorpions."

Reid took off his headphones for a moment and chuckled slightly, opening his mouth to say, "All of you are acting like children. Just pick a station and listen to it, it's not that hard."

"Hey, Reid, what're you listening to back there?" Rossi inquired.

"Well I was listening to Mozart, but I changed my mind. Now I'm listening to 'Cellophane' from Amanda Ghost. It's a very haunting song- quite enjoyable," Reid answered.

He slipped his headphones back over his head. The young doctor looked out the window as he listened to his light alternative, which the team was slightly surprised what he listened to. However, the team did take in mind what Reid had said. Nobody argued over the music and instead Hotch left it on the hard rock station, which Prentiss enjoyed. Once Hotch got into the rough traffic, the team heard Hotch do something they never heard him do: swear.

"Damn traffic," Hotch muttered under his breath.

Nobody could help but raise their eyebrows. It took about fifteen minutes for Hotch to find a decent parking spot about three yards away from the restaurant. Everyone groaned about the walk, but Reid just smiled and slipped his iPod back into his pocket.

Hotch turned in his seat to face everyone. "We're here."
"Actually, according to my calculations we're six yards away from our destination," Reid replied with a furrowed brow.

"Remember what I said about showing off?" Morgan asked.

Reid smiled sheepishly. Everyone knew that was just how Reid worked, but nobody except for Morgan called him on it. Hotch turned off the car and opened the door just enough for him to get out. He parked next to the sidewalk and a part of him was always worried a car would take his door off. Once they were all out of the car after a few stepping on other people's feet, they began walking toward the restaurant.

This would be a fun night.