Author's Note: This is just a teensy oneshot that wouldn't leave me alone...I may expand on it at a later date, but for now, I thought it was a little bit of fun! It's Reid's reaction to Penelope 'dibbing' Derek in Exit Wounds.

It actually fits one of the Lonestar Song Title Prompts, so I'll be posting the link in that forum!

I hope you like it! - Angie

Reid tossed his suitcase onto the bed nearest the door and began pulling the contents out. He shoved them haphazardly into the closest nightstand. "Of course Morgan got dibbed," he muttered. "Morgan always gets dibbed."

Prentiss rolled her eyes, walking past him to the only other bed in the room. "Are you still going on about that? Why do you always come cryin' to me?" she asked irritably.

"Why does Morgan always get the chicks?" Reid asked huffily instead of answering her question.

Emily grinned. "You're kidding right?"

"No," Reid said morosely.

"Reid, Morgan gets the chicks because he's not picky. Anyone who'll spread her legs will do," she said in amusement. "And—you ended up with me. I'm starting to feel a little offended here. Am I not on this "chick list" of yours?" she asked, using air quotes.

"It's not an actual list, Prentiss," he informed her.

"I'm aware of that, Reid," she said impatiently.

"Then why did you—"

"Forget it," she interrupted.

"You're only in here with me because Hotch and Rossi are rooming together, and JJ snores too loud," he reminded her. "So don't act like you're doing me any favors."

Emily laughed. "You're acting like a petulant child, Reid."

"I am not acting like a petulant child," he said snappily. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew she was right. "Oh, God," he groaned. "Yes, I am."

"It's kind of funny," she told him.

Reid sighed. "Just once…I'd like to be the guy who gets dibbed," he admitted.

Prentiss dropped the lingerie she was holding in her hand back into the open suitcase on the mattress and stalked over to him. He was back to the bed by the time she reached him, which made it convenient for her. She looped her heel behind his and gave it a jerk, forcing him to fall backwards onto the mattress with a grunt.

She crawled on top of him, her knees at his waist while her hands held his shoulders down. "Dude…" she told him, looking him in the eyes. "Dibs."

She crawled back off him and tugged on the hem of her shirt to straighten it. Looking down at him, she pointed her finger in his general direction. "I don't want to hear another word about it."