Author's Note: I had sworn off doing anything but JJ/Hotch, but I thought I would be nice and do some advertising for the Profiler's Choice Awards. Info at the bottom.

Fireworks

Penelope Garcia opened her eyes with no small amount of regret as the sun shone directly in her eyes. Her head pounded ferociously and a desert had taken root in her mouth. Garcia groaned as her stomach rolled, burping up the tequila she had consumed in mass quantities the previous night. Agonizingly, Garcia turned on her side only to find that she wasn't alone in her bed.

"Oh my God!" Garcia screeched when her hand landed on the naked chest of one Dr Spencer Reid.

"The clowns are going to eat me!" Reid shouted, sitting up suddenly.

Despite the situation, Garcia had to bite back a laugh. "Reid, ssh. Not so loud."

Reid looked blurrily around. "Where am I?" He peered at Garcia. "What happened?"

"I was hoping that you knew," she replied.

"I seem to remember you and JJ dragging me to a bar." Reid closed his eyes and scrunched up his face as he attempted to concentrate on his hazy memories. "I remember running into Hotch and Rossi." His eyes popped open abruptly. "Ack! I just got a memory of JJ and Hotch dry-humping on the dance floor, their lips all smooched up together. Do you think they had sex?"

Garcia pursed her lips and gawked at their bodies. "Not really worried about them right now."

Reid finally realized that they were in bed together without clothes. "Oh. Right." He blushed. "Do you think we-"

"Um." Garcia shifted her legs, feeling a satisfying soreness between her legs. "We definitely did."

"So, what so we do now?"

Garcia bit her bottom lip. "Well, we could both forget that this happened and go back to how we were before. Or we could both forget that this ever happened and be really awkward around each other, destroying our friendship. Or..."

Reid stared at her with hopeful eyes. "Or?"

"Or we try again and see what happens. See if we mesh. See if there's fireworks. See-"

Reid cut her off by slamming his lips against hers. They both had morning breath, but neither cared as their kissing intensified. Reid broke the kiss to suckle her neck.

Garcia ran her hands down to his butt, thrusting him against her. "Fireworks. Definitely fireworks."

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