"Hey, my sexy mama, how about you talk the team into going out to the bar down the street?" asked Morgan as he strided into Garcia's cave looking and acting extremely arrogant at the moment.

"And what's in it for me?" she said with a face saying 'I'm serious' but a voice with sarcasm all over it.

"how about a big ole' hug and a dance at the bar?" he said more asking than telling. He knew she wasn't one to play with when it came to promises, but he was planning on keeping this one.

"Sounds great. Too bad it wasn't necessary since everyone was heading that way anyway. But a promise is a promise and I expect to get this one." She said as a matter of factly.

"Hahahah! You always got a trick up your sleeve don't cha' hot stuff?" he said with his million dollar grin while he walked out.

At the bar, Emily, JJ, Reid, Hotch, Garcia, Rossi, and Morgan all sat at a table sipping their drinks, chatting about little unimportant things and laughing at each other's stories and stupidness. Morgan sat on the very outside of the big wrap around booth looking as fine as ever. Next to him sat one very excited Garcia with her regular crazy appearance sipping an apple martini and laughing with JJ who sat across from her. Next to Garcia sat a very uncomfortable looking Reid who was trying to enjoy a book but wasn't getting very far since the music was basically vibrating through the walls and floor boards. Next to him was JJ who was wearing a expensive looking halter top, and black dress pants. Next was the famous Rossi, in his work clothes still, and then Emily looking the finest out of all of them. She had changed at her apartment before meeting the team and her very short strapless red dress didn't go unnoticed by any of the men in the bar. She had her hair in her usual curls and had black strappy heels on. Hotch was still in his suit, and looked rather bored, but was still trying to have a good time.

"So, Prentiss, I heard your mom moved back to Rome." Hotch said shaking his head slightly but then turning it to look at Emily for some sort of eye contact. "what did you think about it?"

"Ehh... you know I don't like politics... or my mother for the record." She said in the most serious voice, but Hotch saw the smile slid onto her face when she met his gazing eyes. He chuckled slightly at this getting a big Cheshire like grin from her.

"Well, I should of saw that one coming." He said earning a slight giggle from her. He noticed how she immediately put her walls back up and became more interested in her drink and the table then Hotch and his words. Just when he was about to say something, Morgan drags Garcia out of the booth to go and dance with him, and JJ makes Reid get up and join her and some other men in a game of darts. Rossi's gaze falls upon an old friend and he also slides out leaving a very dumbfounded Emily Prentiss behind with Hotch.

"So would you like to dance, or do you think we should stay here and chat and keep an eye on the drinks?"Hotch asked raising an eye brow in anticipation.

"Well, they all look pretty empty to me, so why not go dance the night away?" she said smiling.

Hotch grabbed her hand and lead her to the dance floor where they danced along to the fast beat shaking their hips together and moving around the dance floor. After two songs, hotch unintentionally put his hands on Emily's hips, pulling her a little closer to him. she wrapped her hands around heis neck when the music changed to a somewhat slower song and he interlocked his fingers together at the small of her back pulling her up against him completely. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but compassion for a mili-second before it was replaced with something a little more appropriate for friends. They stayed like this for the entire song, not noticing that the rest of the team had found their original spots at the table, and were watching the interaction between the two.

"Whoa, who knew that they would end up dancing together?" JJ said a little taken aback by her friends.

"Well I for one, think its super adorable and completely perfect." A slightly buzzed Garcia said leaning into Derek a little more than usually.

"Alright, baby girl either I'm driving you home or JJ is because you are definitely now passed buzzed." Derek said patting her shoulder and looking at JJ for support only to see the same look on her face as Garcia. "okay it looks like I'm the new taxi around this joint sensing you two aren't driving, Rossi cant take his eyes of that blonde over there, and Reid left a little bit ago." He said seriously.

"Fine you party pooper, but for the record, Hotch and Miss Emily over there are both as sober as can be..." Garcia said looking at the couple now dancing in a faster pace due to the change in songs.

"Well good for them, now let's go ladies, its going on 2 o'clock and I aint tryin to be out till 4 in da morning again!"

"Okay whatever Morgan." JJ said grabbing her coat off the seat next to her and slipping out of the booth after Garcia and Derek.

Hotch replaced his hands to Emily's waist again as the song changed back to a fast moving pace and she started swaying her hips back in forth in front of him. He couldn't take his eyes off of her and that dress. He then pulled her closer as she started grinding her hips on his to the beat of the music. After a while, they both got tired, and took a little break at the bar noticing that everyone had left after paying for their own drinks. At the bar, Emily ordered a beer for her and hotch, and sat at the bar stool waiting for him to sit and join her. He sat next to her as the bartender handed them their drinks and took a swig of beer.

"I didn't know you could dance." He said trying to start a conversation.

"Cant every girl dance? All you have o do is shake your hips." She said laughing a little.

"Yeah but I didn't know you could dance like THAT." He said pointing over to where they here just moments before. Emily laughed a little more this time, earning a huge grin from Hotch.

"Yeah well, all those fancy balls and galas where never the kind of place to get done on the dance floor, if I remember correctly." She said dryly, but not hiding the mile on her face when Hotch looked at her with surprise referring to her tone.

"Yeah... that's true" he said.

After another hour or so of small talk, the bartender politely told them the time and that the bar was closing earlier due to bad weather and a robbery across the street. Emily and Hotch made their way to the door but stopped outside to say their goodbyes.

"Well are you sober enough to drive?" Hotch said already knowing the answer, since Emily had since then downed two beers, five shots and a glass of scotch.

"Actually I was wondering if you wouldn't mind dropping me off. But if its out of your way then I can call a cab"

"Why? So I can let you get kidnapped by some deranged foreigner at four in the morning? Yeah I'd rather take you home myself." He said.

"Well then I think I might have to take you up on that offer considering I left my phone at home."

"That's what I thought."

As they walked to Hotch's car, Emily stumbled a little, and tripped over her own foot because of the heels she had on. Hotch immediately grabbed for her, catching her mid air before she fell on her face. He helped her up and put an arm around her shoulder for support.

After making it to Emily's apartment building, he realized she was to drunk sleepy to walk even without the heels, and waited till after she fell asleep to finally pull into a spot and turn off the car. He walked to her side of the car and searched her for keys to get into her apartment, only to realize they were probably in her car with her purse. He walked back to the driver's side, got in and drove them to his apartment where he could let Emily sleep for the night.

After opening the door, he walked back to Emily and lifted her up into his arms bridal style and carried her in his house and into the spare bedroom where she could sleep. As he put her down, he kissed her forehead and pulled the blanket over her, and walking out of the room, he pulled the door shut silently .