Hope you enjoy. This is really just a stupid story that I came up with in the dead of night. For this reason, please do not take any of this seriously. It is supposed to be stupid! It's a fluff piece; 100% fluff, nothing more. My attempt at humor will either make this story quite enjoyable or will have you throwing your device across the room in a disgusted rage. Both have been known to happen. Either way, Enjoy!

Warning: Mind swearing, bad choices/decisions, readers discretion is advised

Spence was nervous. He didn't know what to expect when he entered the conference room. He couldn't remember the previous night, leaving his imagination to conjure up a list of all the possible idiotic, embarrassing things he might have done. He wanted nothing more to go home and hide under his bed; he just wanted to disappear. But, seeing as reality is a bitch, sometimes, it was time for work, and he was already running late. Why couldn't these things ever happen on a saturday? Could he miss it? No. Work is important! Well, and it was payday. Besides, one time or another, he would have to face the truth. So for once in his life Reid swallowed his pride, and proceeded to entered the bullpen with the slightest bit of dignity. That didn't last long. What he saw left him thinking: WHAT THE HELL DID I DO LAST NIGHT!?

***THE PREVIOUS NIGHT***

"WHOOOOOOOAAAA!" God what kind of moron shouts so loud in the middle of a...oh wait that was him. It was like his body had been overtaken by an unknown force and was controlling poor Spencer Reid, leaving him to bare witness all his arbitrary actions. And from the look of it, it was going to be one heck of a ride. How did this happen? In what universe was the young doctor Spencer Reid ever found running around the park half nacked, in just his boxers and left shoe?

Spencer Reid didn't drink. It wasn't his thing. His typical friday night, saturday night, even sunday night if we are being honest, would involve him being alone in his room, surrounded by a clutter books and a pot of hot steaming coffee. With this, he was content. Thats why, when the team had yet again asked the young agent if he wanted to come with them to the bar, they had all been surprised when he had actually said yes. At first, Morgan thought he was using again.

They had arrived at the bar and then this happened:

Replay of the previous night: Bar

The team arrived at the bar still trying to recover from their last case. They had been tracking a ridiculous unsub, for lack there of a better word. Ridiculous in nature it would seem. A victim, primarily a female, would be taken from a local bar every wednesday. She would then, be returned the next day, well fed with a bag full of new clothing. A note pinned to the back of her shirt-covered in finger prints, i might add-would read Catch me if you can! I plan to make history! They had caught the guy almost immediately, 4 hours after they were invited to the case. He was behind bars in an instant. And the person who had invited the BAU team into the investigation, was in big trouble.

The problem that they had been faced with wasn't really a problem at all. Reid could have just gone home like he normally would have, and unwind using his normal tact is. But this time was different. A book couldn't distract from immense public humiliation. No, this time a drink was necessary.

It was something just so incredibly unexpected that the team still hadn't been able to recover from it, even though it was 3 hours later and they were surrounded by alcohol. That didn't mean they could't try.

"I still can't believe that happened!" Emily laughed. "I never thought tha-"

"Oh just don't-"

"Oh come one! It wasn't that bad, it happens to everyone at one time or another!" Morgan replied, he worked to contort his features into a series expression. "Lighten up!"

"Are you kidding me, "Lighten up"?!"

"Oh calm down, chocolate thunder is right. That totally happens to everyone," Garcia worked to convince, but her slurring made her antics almost useless. The emphasis on that certain word lost her all credibility.

He just grumbled in response.

"You know what you need, kid," Morgan, obviously drunk, slurred. "SHOTS!"

"Yeah take a load off," Rossi said, gripping his Abruzzo firmly. Seconds later, a waiter appeared at their table with 7 shot glasses and an oversized bottle of liquor.

"You know statistically shots-"

JJ looked over at the young man sympathetically, "Just have some fun, will ya. Stop letting that big brain of yours, get in the way!" Drunk JJ, he noted. Don't cross her.

"I don't drink. You know I think I better just go. This was a bad idea..."

"Sorry, kid, not happening. You must have some fun! And don't you want to forget about what happened today?" Drunk Garcia, he noted. She was a ticking bomb waiting to explode. A whole realm of bad decisions.

"Tempting, but like you said it happens to everyone, I think that ill just go home an-"

"Oh come on Reid!" A drunk Hotch cried. "We all know that no ones pants fall down during a briefing!" Drunk Hotch, he thought. ANNOYING!

With that the young genius poured him self some liquid and took a shot.

2 hours and 10 shots later: Virginia Park

"Reid, that's like allot of wine I think you should stop!" Hotch said, the sober calling back to him.

Reid gave him a doppy, unintelligent grin, "Nah man, I'm getting my high on. Im having fun! WHOOOOOAAA!"

Garcia and JJ gave each other worried glances, they had stopped awhile ago and were becoming more like themselves. Had Reid ever been drunk before? Was this even safe?

While his friends worry began to over take them, Morgan began to show the caring friend he truly was, "Reid, man, tell me something you never wanted anyone to ever know, right now." The team looked at Morgan with a curious expression on each of their faces. They all knew how crazy private Reid was, and this, even drunk was probably just going to piss him off.

"Okay!" Reid squealed, very un Reid like. "Let me show you something. The man, then, goes and takes off his right shoe.

"Reid, what are you doing?" Emily asked, her mind and thoughts still clouded.

He began to speak in a breathy slurry voice that none of them were used too. "You want to know a secret, correct?" He pulled something from the heel of his shoe and held it up in front of them all. "I'm actually 5, 8!" He explained. The team was shocked.

Morgan looked to Garcia, then to JJ, Prentiss and Rossi, until finally Hotch. He eyed them all with a mischievous smile on his face, "This is going to be fun!"

***Pause**

"Lord help, I think Im about to die," Morgan was almost on the verge of tears. The whole team, too was trying their best to maintain control, but by golly gee, it was becoming quite difficult. They had never seen this side of Reid, never know it had ever existed. Reid, literally, was crazy. Why? The man was running around the Virginia state park in nothing but his boxers and left shoe.

Against everything he believed in Hotch watched his agent, and didn't intervene. It was realistically the first night that the team had ever spent having fun together and he didn't want to spoil it. He watched from the park bench with the remainder of the team, as Morgan worked to catch his half naked friend, who was surprisingly fast.

"Reid! Reid! Come back!" Morgan cried, as he slowed to catch his breath, still laughing hysterically. He looked up to his friends. "A little help?"

"Your mess, your problem," Rossi said back, a satisfied smile on his face. Oh how karma could be such a wonderful thing, he thought.

"Can't catch me!" Reis yelled as he again dodged Morgan. He was weaving in and out of the trees now, coming into view only to further taunt his friend. He was running exceededly fast and out of control. For this reason he hadn't noticed the big tree that crossed his path.

"WHOOOOAAA! You-WHUMPT," Reid ran into a low hanging branch. He didn't move, he wan't dead though. At least...

Quickly the team jumped from their gathered positions and made their way over to their fallen team member. Morgan stood over his friend, calmly. He had checked his pulse, so he knew the kid was fine. With a satisfied look on his face Morgan chuckled, "Well that's one way to stop him."

Reid couldn't remember anything of the previous night. That worried him. He had woke up to find a large bruise covering his forehead and his head felt like some one had bashed it in over and over with a mallet. He also didn't know how he had gotten home, or why he was wearing nothing but his boxers and left shoe.

Dammit! He thought. Do they know about the lifts?! This was why Spencer Reid should never get drunk. Yeah, the memory of his pants falling down in the middle of the briefing was cloudy, but that wasn't his main concern any more.

He was absolutely terrified to go into work today. His friends knew, they knew everything. But, seeing as it was his job, he swallowed his pride, and worked to make himself somewhat appealing. For once, yeah it didn't happen often, Spencer looked utterly worn, tired, and quite unattractive. He pulled on something over his semi nude body, brewed his coffee, and headed out the door, head and heart spinning.

Oh Lord...

He arrived at the building 1o minutes later, and was standing outside the bullpen excitedly frightened. For one, he wished he hadn't the coffee cause now he was even more hyper and jumpy then before. He sucked in a deep breath, and found himself entering the room. The hope inside him saying, They probably don't know! You have absolutely nothing to worry about! Did he believe it? Not a chance.

Immediately, as he walked inside his heart dropped to the floor. Oh they knew!

Again Reid found himself thinking:

OH SHIT! WHAT DID I DO!?

Summary: Bad choices=bad things, learn from this

I don't plan on continuing considering this is really just stupidity. But it anyone wants me to, tell me, and I'll attempt to give it a shot. I hope that this was some what entertaining! I usually don't write fluff, so feedback would be nice in determining if I should rip this story down and deny it ever existed. Or possibly write again, and see where it goes.

Besides that, hope you enjoyed! :)