The team was drunk, not just Why-Is-The-Floor-Moving Drunk, but Why-The-Fuck-Is-There-A-Pink-Unicorn-Humping-A-Rainbow drunk. JJ had somehow sensed danger and went home before they started drinking.

Garcia was dancing with Prentiss (Who was stripping), Morgan was hitting on anything that walked and had at least D's, Rossi was working on another Ex, Hotch was sipping beers lazily in the corner snickering at his team's antics, and Reid was giddy, like he was on a sugar rush.

"Hey pwetty bwoi!" Morgan slurred as he flung an arm around Reid's shoulder.

"H-Hi Morgan! How are ya! Are you dancing? Will you dance? Is that a squirrel? How many drinks have you had? I lost count! So how are you?" Reid rambled at the speed of light.

"... That's great kid… you should get laid!" Morgan's eyes lit up with excitement.

"YEAH! Hotch get Reid laid!" Morgan screamed at Hotch in the corner who just stared at Morgan.

"... Why do I have to get him laid?" Hotch asked as he took another sip of his beer.

"'cause I said so Hotchy!" Morgan slurred as he walked away to another beach blonde chick.

"Dancing!" Reid shouted, Hotch just chuckled but stopped after Reid asked another question.

"WILL YOU DANCE WITH ME?" He asked Hotch as he bounced up and down, Hotch just gaped at him.

"Dance?" Hotch narrowed his eyes, even though he was drunk... very very very drunk... he still knew he had feelings for the rambling younger agent.

"Yes Dancing! I want to Dance! Morgan's dancing! Let's Dance!" Reid screamed the last part as he dragged Hotch out of his seat and towards the dancing floor.

Hotch just groaned, he was the most sober out of the group and he guessed that Reid was probably an awful dancer.

"Reid no offense but... I don't think you'd be very good at dancing, Not to be mean but I am actually going to remember this tomorrow... You don't seem lik-" Hotch stopped mid-sentence as he watched Reid dance Wide-eyed.

He. Was. AMAZING!

Reid swayed and rocked his hips, before putting his behind against Hotch and slowly moving down and back up again. Reid grabbed Hotch's tie and pulled him closer (they were still in their work clothes... besides Prentiss she only had her bra and panties on and she got kicked out a little while ago for 'exposing herself'. JJ had picked her up). Reid pushed his lips up against Hotch's before sliding his hands across Hotch's body. Reid grinded against Hotch's body, his thin body seemed to glow under the flashing lights. All thoughts flew from Reid's mind as he let his body go, moving by itself to the music. Even though Reid was extremely drunk he still knew that dancing was simple math. Add a one grind, two hip movements, and two pelvic thrusts every certain verse or set of notes.

"Damn..." Hotch muttered under his breath as he watched the younger agent dance. Reid could move his body in ways Hotch never could imagine. He was so…. Talented, coordinated, and… Sexy!

"Well aren't you going to dance?" The genius asked with lust gleaming in his eyes. Hotch just smirked and began to grind against Reid to the rhythm of the music. Finally Reid grabbed Hotch's hand and pulled him out of the bar.

"This ought to be interesting" Hotch grinned moving his feet as fast as they could go to keep up with the genius.

By the morning Hotch had never been happier, Reid's ass hurt like a bitch, and there were no more Pink unicorns humping rainbows… but instead two agents.