JACK THE PONY here with a new story! This one's rather long, with all different chapters. I hope you guys like it, don't forget to review down below! Enjoy!

"Guys. The team TOTALLY needs a cheering up gathering!" Garcia exclaimed happily. The team just finished a rather gruesome case; everyone was a bit disturbed and very stressed.

"Garcia, I don't think-" J.J. started to say but was cut off by her friend.

"Admit it. You guys need it." Garcia stated.

"Well...sort of...but-" Emily was to, cut off.

"No but's! Get the guys and meet me back here in five minutes." Garcia said and ended the conversation by turning back to her computer. The two other women just looked at each other and shrugged as they began to walk out of the room to fetch the men.

"What's the emergency? Penelope, are you alright?" Five minutes later, Morgan bursted into the technical analysis' room flanked by Hotch, Reid, and Dave. What they saw was an empty room with all the monitors turned off. What they didn't see was Garcia, who was hiding behind the door. Once they were all inside, Garcia hurriedly shut the door and locked it. She then stood with her arms spread, in front of the door, blocking it.

"What the hell, Garcia?" Dave asked. "Why are we in here?"

"Because you, my stressed out friends, need some cheering up." Garcia grinned, but frowned when she looked around the room, only to be met with glares. "Told you so. You people should seriously consider turning those frowns upside down! Now, we're going to play games until you're all back to your normal selves." Hotch let out a loud groan and slumped down onto the floor. Dave and Reid held massive frowns on their faces while Morgan stood there with his hands on his hips.

"Look, baby girl, I know you mean well-" Morgan started to say but like J.J. and Emily, was cut off.

"Sit down and try to enjoy yourselves." Garcia commanded and they all obeyed. "Now, let's start off with..."

"Please don't say twister, please don't say twister..." Reid mumbled to himself. Garcia looked down at him and grinned.

"Thank you for the suggestion, Mr. Reid! Twister it is!" Garcia squealed and danced around the room to find the game. While her back was to them, everyone shot Reid death glares.

Morgan slapped poor Reid on the back of his head. "What the hell, man?"

"I'm sorry!" Reid hissed at the sharp pain.

"Aha!" Garcia yelled as she held up the Twister box. "Dibs on caller!" Everyone grumbled as they helped lay out the mat. "Hotch goes first, then Emily, J.J., Morgan, Dave, and then last but not least, Reid!"

"Damn it." Hotch lightly swore as he took off her suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

"Right hand, red." Garcia called out and watched with amusement as Hotch got down, and crouched with his right hand on the red circle. And she thought it was going to be a struggle to get them to cooperate.

"Dave! Quit breathing on me, you seriously need a breath mint." Emily complained and Dave chuckled. He started to breath heavily on her and she kneed him. He hissed out but couldn't move since all of his limbs were currently occupied.

"Reid, get your crotch off of my leg." Morgan said with disgust. Blushing madly, Reid lifted himself a bit so no body part of his could touch Morgan. Hotch was in a very uncomfortable position as well, so he tried to adjust his hand to make staying still a bit easier. He settled his hand down on something that felt like a hand by accident, and pulled away quickly, but it was too late. He had already shifted his body weight on that hand underneath him for a brief second, but that's all it took. J.J. yelped and fell, clutching her crushed hand. She fell on Emily, who fell on Dave, who fell on Reid, who fell on top of Morgan as Hotch watched sheepishly from his place on the mat.

"Hotch wins!" Garcia announced. "You win...a lollipop!" Garcia ran to fish through one of her drawers and chucked a red lollipop at Hotch who struggled to catch such a small object.

"That's not fair! He leaned on my hand, do you know how much he WEIGHS?" J.J. huffed angrily.

"Hey! I'm not that heavy!" Hotch yelled back at her.

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"SHUT IT." Dave shouted over the two bickering colleagues.

"What's next?" Morgan asked nervously.

"I just hope we don't end up like we are now, after playing Twister." Dave put his head in his hands. "Garcia, by any chance, do you have any aspirin? Or better yet...some alcohol?"

"Why?" Garcia asked, eyebrows raised.

"The aspirin's for my headache. The alcohol's for getting me drunk so I don't have to remember what we do here today."

JACK THE PONY here! Chapter Two went THAT way -

Dave and his alcohol.

*Shake Fist*