The first time they woke up next to each other, was on Garcia's couch.

It was the morning/noon after the whole team had went out together. After being thrown out from the last bar, someone had the glorious idea, of going to Garcia's apartment and continue the celebration of something, they had all forgotten about after the third bar.

The only ones who had missed out the fun of Garcia's "Wonderland" as they had started to call it, sometime around one in the morning, were JJ and Hotch. Who decided to be somewhat responsible adults and had went home instead of heading to Garcia's. Lucky them.

When Spencer opened his eyes, everything was bright. Way too bright. He quickly closed them again, but it seemed like the short moment of light he had exposed his eyes and hence his brain to, had been enough to also wake a strong headache. In what had to be three seconds, the pounding pain filled his head and surprisingly made attempts to spread into his whole body.

Spencer still somehow got his brain to work out the three essential things after getting so terribly drunk.

First. Where am I? He was probably or better said hopefully still at Garcia's, or else would have to wonder how he got home, or to wherever he was.

Second. What happened? He had absolutely no Idea. It seemed like alcohol was his kryptonite.

And third. Who the hell is that beside me? Spencer realized only now, that wherever he was laying, he wasn't alone. Somebody laid half on top of him and made it impossible for him to move his right arm and leg.

He used his left hand as a shield for his eyes and looked down and again noticed something interesting. First, he didn't wear a shirt or for that matter, anything to cover his upper body, but was fairly relived that he still wore some pants. The second thing was, that he couldn't see the face of the person who laid on him, because of the wild mane of brown hair.

Either they had a surprise visitor last night who took a nap on him, which he hoped was not the case. It was his colleague and friend Alex, which would be really acceptable. Or Garcia had given Rossi extensions and Spencer begged, that this was not the case! It seemed like it was Spencer lucky day, because the person woke up in that moment and as soon as the person said something, he was relived that it was no stranger and not Rossi with extensions!

"Oh God...my head..." Alex grumbled partly into his chest and her own hair. "I will never drink again!" with that she lifted a hand to find a way to her face through all her hair. Suddenly Spencer saw where his shirt was, it was worn by Alex. Then his friend seemed to notice something interesting too about herself.

"Why am I not wearing pants?...Where are my pants?" She finally stroked her hair back and propped herself up and looked at him, for a second they looked at each other. Then Alex's eyes widened and she looked down. Out of habit he followed her gaze and both suddenly realized that Spencer's only half buttoned shirt was the only thing she wore over her black bra.

Alex jumped up, but as her legs were still in an alcohol inducted coma and refused to work, she landed face flat on the ground beside the couch.

"Ow damn it!" she cursed and held her head.

"You alright?" Spencer asked and looked down. He regretted this decision a second later when he saw that Blake, indeed, wasn't wearing any pants and was met my the sight of her butt in a simple, yet sexy black slip with a lace hem, matching her bra. Blake sat up and held her head while leaning against Garcia's sofa.

"I only have the worst hangover since my college time, beside that I'm fine" she answered and before Spencer could say anything else, the owner of the couch walked into the room, dressed in a pink pajama with kittens all over it. She too looked like she had the hangover of her life.

"Morning" was all she said and the bubbly technical analyst didn't seem to be so bubbly anymore. Spencer then sat up and felt something cold against his hand, he picked the object up which turned out to be a wine bottle.

"Here, this is yours" he said and gave it to Alex.

"How do you know?" she asked confused.

"You wrote your name on it with one of Garcia's glitter pens" he answered and pointed onto the tag of the bottle, where now Alex's name stood in bold, bright pink, glitter letters.

"Oh." She blinked a few times then looked at Garcia who made some coffee, ignoring the empty or half empty bottles of alcohol, which were spread around in her kitchen. "Garcia...you don't seem to know by any chance, where my clothes are?"

"Err…" She thought about it for a moment. "I think in the washing machine"

"Why are they in your washing machine?" asked Spencer.

"Because...I washed them?" Spencer watched how Alex sighed and let her head fall on her bend knees.

"Just out of curiosity and confusion, as I don't remember that part, why did you wash my cloth?"

Again Garcia thought about it and searched for the memory in her hungover brain and scrunched up her face in doing so. "Because...oh yeah! Rossi spilled wine over you"

"Speaking of the devil, where are Morgan and Rossi?" Spencer asked and sat on the couch next to Alex, taking it slowly so he wouldn't confuse his brain with moving too much or too fast.

"Morgan was still in bed and honestly I thought Rossi slept on the couch" the blonde replied. In this moment a shocked yell came from the bathroom, which it didn't cause two FBI agents and a very curious technical analyst to jump up and see what is going on, but rather them to wince and holding their heads.

Moments later a hungover Derek Morgan came in and Spencer looked at his best friend. "What happened?"

"Rossi scared the shit out of me, that's what happened!" he said and sat in Garcia's armchair. "He slept in the tub and, of course, when I woke up, I took a leak, just when I finish he says 'About time you finish, it started to sound unhealthy' and I nearly pissed my pants!"

"Impossible! You peed two minutes!" Rossi said as he walked in, he looked better than the rest of them, but still hungover.

"Who's idea was it, to even come here and continue to drink?" Reid asked his friends.

"Rossi" Garcia, Alex and Morgan answered at the same time.

"Yeah Rossi...let's blame Rossi...I blame Rossi too...bad Rossi" the Italian man said and rubbed his hands over his face.

"Blake why aren't you wearing pants?" Morgan asked confused, Spencer could see her blush for a second and thought that she looked beautiful, even while blushing and wearing nothing but his shirt. Maybe that was exactly why she looked beautiful to him.

"Thanks for reminding me" she said, grabbed a banana from the bowl of fruits on Garcia's coffee table and threw it across the room, where it landed against Rossis head with a remarkable thud.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"For spilling wine over me!"

"Oh." Garcia came with the first round of coffee for everyone and sat next to Reid.

"Okay, I think I can speak for all of us when I say, we will never drink this much again!" she said and the rest made some noises to agree with her.

"Wait a minute…next week is Hotch's birthday" Rossi remarked.

"Okay, we won't drink this much again after Hotch's birthday!"

So this is going to be a collection of One Shots, going through different wake up situations of Alex's and Spencer's relationship. Because I got some good Ideas to other characters too, I might think about doing this "story" with others from our favorite team too. What do you think?

PLEASE TELL ME IN A REVIEW WITH WHICH PAIRING YOU WANT ME TO DO THIS STORY NEXT!

Speaking from experience, I'll say that I WON'T DO EMILY/HOTCH, because personally I think I just can't write them. But Maybe Hotch/JJ?

I'm open for everything!

I hope you liked it! If you did, tell me. If you didn't, tell me nevertheless!