Le gasp! I'm making a series outta this! So, I had this idea for a sequel-ish thing to Go Out and a sequel-sequel thing to Go Home. LE GASP! Anyhoo… I felt I needed to write something, because it's finally started to snow 'round here, and DAMN! It's too cold! Cold makes me sad. Writing makes me happy.

I predict this to be very short.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

"Go awaaaaaaay…"

"Prentiss."

"Hotch? It's… God, it's three in the morning," Prentiss' voice groaned over the phone. Hotch held his cell phone to his ear, a grimace on his face.

"You need to come in," he said slowly.

"It's three in the morning, on Saturday, I am now terribly hung-over from last night, and you expect me to come into work?!" the miffed woman cried. A previously drunk and now hung-over Prentiss was not something he wanted in the future, Hotch decided.

"It's important. I know it's the weekend, but-"

Prentiss cut him off, something she wouldn't normally do. "Yeah, yeah. It's part of the job. Have you called the others?"

"You are the first," Hotch informed her. He glanced at his watch. "Can you be here in thirty?"

A long yawn answered him. "Sure. Just don't expect me to be totally awake." Click. Prentiss had hung up.

Hotch sighed. He had actually been looking forward to the weekend. After his team had successfully cheered him up the previous night, Hotch was planning on doing something… fun? No, no. Not fun; just something for himself. Of course, the day the boss felt self-indulgent, a major "top-priority-you-need-to-solve-it-NOW" case had to come up. On a Saturday. When half his team would be agitated and hung-over. When he, himself, would be agitated. Silently, he ran the past few years over in his head. Had he done something so terrible that karma decided to be a bitch and attack him at every given moment? Probably.

For several seconds, Hotch just stared at his phone, deciding who to call next. Reid would be easy. He hadn't gotten drunk last night. Rossi would be too; he hadn't even been with them. They'd just be tired. Prentiss he handled fine, and he expected Garcia and JJ to be as "easy," but he dreaded calling Morgan. Of course, he would handle it professionally, but he really wasn't in a mood for all the griping he predicted Morgan would put forth.

This job… Hotch didn't finish his thought. He pressed 'talk,' and waited.

See? Short.

I have found a new love and slight obsession for the sitcom, Dharma and Greg. Why? Because I never knew Thomas Gibson could be so damn adorable! I just want to huggle him! Though it is a bit weird that I find myself comparing Hotch and Greg every second I watch it.

Anyways, review please!