So, this is what happens when I listen to Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls and get inspired to write a story based off of this famed song. Also, a bit of Morgan & Garcia fluff is included. Please read, review & enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

-warehouseluver13

When we touched down in Quantico, I inhaled a breath of icy air, and welcomed the cold sensation that stung my lungs. We just got back from our latest case, in which all our hard work paid off and we were hailed with a victory; we caught the unsub, and saved the lives of two women who were walking the thin line between life and death. In my book, this was a definite win against the darkness of mankind. Our team was a candle in that darkness, and every victory we achieved, every life we saved, the candle flame grew brighter and brighter, extinguishing the darkness from the world. Now it was time to celebrate our victory, because every once in a while, we need to be reminded that we are human. (It's not like my Baby Girl doesn't automatically do that for us on a daily basis)

As I walked into our bullpen, JJ was shelving her gun in her desk, and Emily followed the same suit. I looked up and saw a light on in both Hotch & Rossi's offices, letting me know that they were settling back into routine as well. I saw Reid sitting at his desk, already absorbed in another of his fact filling books. I drew a smile as I approached my desk, knowing that Reid could finish that thick novel in half an hour, without any effort. I dropped my go bag on my desk, and did a double take of the bullpen before shaking my head. The night was still young, and I think a good dose of a team night out has been well deserved. Also, our monthly check up to remind ourselves that we're still human has been long overdue.

"Hey guys! Anyone up for celebrating? There's a new dance club that just opened, and I was thinking of checking it out,"

Emily looked up from her paperwork and was lost in thought before she answered.

"What the hell, it's not like this stack is going anywhere," She gestured to her piles of cases that she still needed to write reports on.

"If Emily is going, you can count me in," JJ said as she threw her coat on.

"And if you, JJ, and Emily are going, I'll come too. It will be nice to stretch my legs, and give me the perfect chance to use my new heels!" Penelope squealed with delight.

I shook my head and tried to stifle my laugh. "Baby girl, your legs look sexy all the time no matter what heels you wear,"

Emily and JJ rolled their eyes at me, while Penelope laughed. They were so used to our inappropriate remarks, they just gave up trying to censor them.

"You are a true gentleman, sugar," My Baby Girl replied before she slipped on her new heels.

"How about you kid?" I asked our walking encyclopedia.

"I read a government report saying that DUI rates are down in Virginia, so I guess I'll come,"

I groaned. "Again with the government reports?"

"Yup," Reid flashed a grin, knowing exactly what I was talking about.

"Hotch! Rossi! Do you guys want to join?" I yelled, ignoring Reid.

"If I come, are drinks on me again?" Rossi asked.

I smiled. "Rossi, I would think you already know the answer to that question,"

Rossi was silent for a minute, possibly debating if he actually wanted to do paperwork for our evil section chief. "Oh, what the hell, if Erin wants these reports done, maybe she should do them herself. I'll come Derek, but this is my last time buying," Rossi replied with a warning.

We (Emily, JJ, Penelope, myself and even Reid) stifled a laugh. Out of everyone in the unit, only Hotch and Rossi weren't afraid of saying Erin Strauss' name, whether or not she was in the same room as them. I even heard a rumor that during Hotch's meeting with Strauss, he actually profiled the Section Chief to her face.

Hotch was the last one to answer my invitation. "Sorry guys, maybe rain check? I'm having a movie night with Jack,"

I plastered a smile on my face when he declined, but at the same time it felt like my heart stopped. Out of everyone on the team, Hotch had suffered every agent's worst nightmare: a serial killer killed his wife for kicks and because of the deep hatred he had towards Hotch. Now he was a widowed father, who had a sole responsibility for his son, Jack. Not to mention he was still a committed member of our team, pulling all nighters to finish reports, only to have a new case thrown at us the next day. While I respected his decision to not join us, I silently wished that I could do more to help out our unit chief.

"Okay. We'll see you tomorrow Hotch. Let's go guys," I gestured towards the elevators.

After everyone stared sadly at Hotch for a minute, they complied and silently headed for the elevators. As I joined them in the elevator, I prayed that Hotch didn't lie to us about Jack, and was pulling an all nighter once again at the BAU.

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