DISCLAIMER: I do not own Criminal Minds or NCIS, nor am I making any money from this – This is just for fun!
A/N: Sorry been a while since I updated. My bad. Thanks to all of you who reviewed and added. This chapter is basically just people getting drunk cos I thought certain characters would be funny when inebriated ; ) Now, the groups and songs mentioned in this chapter are just ones I like. Sorry if these bands etc are unknown to you. Do you have the drink 'Sourz' in America? I duno. It's a shot that you drink and it's, well, sour. This chapter may be a bit flirty and stuff maybe, but only meant in a friendship kinda way.
Quick message for Coffee Kitten: Defiantly give NCIS a try. That and CM are two of my favourite shows!
Also, just to point out, I do not endorse binge drinking nor do I intend to promote it, it's just for fun : ) Enjoy!
McCLUSKY's BAR:
The bar was only a few blocks away from 'Benny's Burger's'. Tony, Prentiss, Gibbs, McGee and Ziva walked past the rather large man standing on the door with a smile. The man, however, placed his arm out to prevent Reid entering. "ID." He said in a flat, deep voice.
"Seriously?" Reid asked, ignoring Morgan behind him who had begun laughing. Reid sighed and began looking for his wallet.
"Man," Morgan said, watching Reid search his pockets. "You can remember a book you read when you were six word for word, but you don't know where your wallet is?" He laughed again.
Reid shot him a 'shut up' look and pulled his wallet out from his trouser pocket. He pulled out his licence and showed it to the door man.
The man studied it intently, glancing up a Reid now and again. After a few minutes he handed Reid back his ID and let him in. Morgan followed, still chuckling to himself.
McClusky's Bar wasn't too big so it was easy to see where the others had sat. A bar ran along the back wall and, to the far left of the room was a small dance floor. Music was playing in the background but not so loud to prevent conversation. The rest of the group had sat in a large circular booth near the edge of the dance floor. Morgan and Reid headed over to them.
"Where did you guys go?" Prentiss asked. She had realised a few seconds after entering the bar that the two men were no longer behind her.
"Pretty Boy here got himself ID'd." Morgan said, still chuckling.
"Seriously?" Prentiss asked, now also laughing a little, as were the rest of the group.
Reid shrugged and sat down next to McGee. "At least that means when I'm forty I'll only look thirty one." He said,
Gibbs shook his head, smiling and stood. "What's everyone having?" He asked, moving to allow Morgan to sit down. The three FBI Agents began to protest at Gibbs buying the drinks but he cut them off. "You solved the case, you deserve a drink." He said, simply. To keep the order simple, everyone just ordered a beer. General chit chat fell over the group until Gibbs returned with seven bottles of beer and handed them around the group. "Cheers." He said. Everyone raised there bottles before taking a drink.
Tony looked at his bottle, then at Reid. "Are you saying I don't look thirty one?" He asked, smiling.
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Garcia entered McClusky's bar and looked around her. "There they are." She said, pointing at the booth by the dance floor.
"You want a drink?" JJ asked. She hadn't particularly wanted to go to the bar but Garcia had insisted. So she'd checked with Will, gotten changed and met Garcia outside the Tech's apartment.
"Let's go say hello first." Garcia answered, dragging JJ by her wrist.
"Garcia!" They heard Prentiss call across the room. "JJ!" She shouted, sounding a little too excited that JJ was there too.
"Hey Guys." Garcia said, standing before the group. "I'm Penelope Garcia. And this," She tugged JJ's arm to pull her towards the table a little more. "Is Jennifer Jaureau. Well, JJ." She looked at JJ and smiled. JJ waved a little and smiled too. Garcia turned back to the table.
Gibbs stood to let them sit. "Jethro Gibbs." He said. "Can I get you a beer?" He asked.
JJ nodded and thanked him. Garcia asked if it would be ok if she had some cocktail that nobody in the NCIS team had ever heard of before. Gibbs had repeated the name of it several times before heading to the bar.
"I'm Abby." Abby said, smiling at the two new women. "It's nice to finally meet you."
"I am Ziva." Ziva introduced herself, smiling.
"Tony DiNozzo." Tony said, shaking Garcia's hand. He turned to face JJ and smiled. Ziva looked at Abby and Prentiss who both shook there heads.
"Don't bother, Tony." Prentiss said. "She's a good as married."
JJ blushed a little at this statement and the rest of the group let out a collective laugh.
"And you must be Timmy." Garcia said, smiling broadly at McGee. "The one with the sexy voice." Garcia said, turning to face JJ.
"Erm..." McGee now blushed a little, suddenly feeling very conscious of how he sounded. "Yea." He said, simply, taking a sip of beer.
"Hey," Morgan said, "No love for me and Reid?" He asked, hurt in his voice.
"Come on now," Garcia said. "You know my Chocolate God and my Junior G-Man are always on my mind." She winked.
"Hey," Prentiss said, after taking another sip of beer. "Reid got ID'd!"
Garcia's mouth hung open and JJ turned to face him. "Really?" She asked, taking in his appearance for the first time. "What happened to your face?" She asked, noticing his black eye.
"And where's your shirt?" Garcia asked, noticing the baggy NCIS hoodie he was wearing.
"I punched him." Ziva said, before anyone else had the chance to accuse her of beating up the FBI Agent. "But he hit me first." She said, sipping her beer.
JJ went to speak but couldn't find any words. Garcia had no such trouble. "You hit a woman?" She shook her head. "Reid..." She tutted.
"She told me to hit her." Reid said, sipping his beer. "And it doesn't count because she's an assassin and can kill you with a credit card."
Prentiss laughed at this for some unknown reason and took a swig of beer. Prentiss laughing caused McGee and Abby to do the same, closely followed by Tony and Morgan. Reid smiled, but didn't laugh out loud. Abby then went on to explain how Reid had climbed through the elevator hatch to free them from the corridor they were trapped in, and had had to change his shirt due to the amount of filth it had collected.
"Here you go." Gibbs said, placing a tray in the middle of the table. Eight beers and one unpronounceable cocktail were sitting on it. A small cheer made its way around the table at the arrival of more alcohol. JJ thanked him and took a beer. Everyone else followed suit.
"How many have you guys had?" JJ asked, taking a sip of her own beer.
Reid shrugged and looked around the table. "Seven?" He suggested.
Tony nodded. "About that. Eight?"
Garcia shook her head. "Agent Gibbs, are you trying to get my babies drunk."
Gibbs smiled. "I think they're managing that on their own." He said, taking a sip of beer.
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"But what does that mean?" Tony asked, dragging out the last word.
JJ concentrated on throwing her dart then turned to face him. She was sure she heard Gibbs behind her laughing to himself as he got ready to throw his own darts.
"It means I liaise with the media." She explained, taking a sip of beer.
"But how?" Again, Tony drew out the last word of the question, whilst gesturing with his hands as if to emphasise the fact he was confused.
"Well..." JJ held up her hand for a moment, hiccupped and continued. "Press conferences and..." She shrugged. "Stuff." She hiccupped again.
"Stuff?" Gibbs asked, handing the darts to Tony. "Did you just describe your job at the FBI as doing 'stuff'?" He raised one of his eyebrows.
She nodded vigorously. "That's what we all do." She said, using he hand to indicate she meant the whole group. "We catch bad people and stuff." She nodded, as if satisfied with her answer. Tony swearing turned them both to turn to face the dart board. All but one of his darts were stuck in the cork around the board. "Does that mean I won?" JJ asked, looking at the score tally on the side of the board. Gibbs nodded. "Woowho!" she said, raising her arms in the air. "FBI rock!" She said, smiling. "NCIS suck!"
"Yea yea yea." Tony said, bobbing his head sarcastically. "I'm getting another drink, who's with me?"
JJ and Gibbs nodded and headed to the bar.
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"No, no, no." Garcia said, shaking her head furiously.
"Yes, yes, yes." McGee said, taking a swig of beer.
"What the hell are you two talking about?" Prentiss asked, not following the conversation at all. It was something to do with computers, she knew that much.
"Circuit boards?" Morgan offered from his seat next to her. The music had been turned up a little as the evening wore on but they had been enjoying the soundtrack of mainly 60's and 70's style music with a bit of modern thrown in.
Garcia sighed and McGee shook his head, but before either could speak, Morgan did. "Where's everyone else?" He asked, noticing there was only the four of them at the table.
"Gibbs, Tony and JJ are playing darts." Garcia answered, taking a sip of another extravagant cocktail.
"Abby, Ziva and Reid went to the bar." McGee added, glancing at the bar to see if he could see them.
"Oh, yea." Prentiss said, pointing towards the bar. The others turned to look and saw Reid standing between the two NCIS women. They were all facing the bar and simultaneously their hands flew to their mouths and then returned to the bar.
"That's going to end badly." Morgan said, shaking his head as the three did another shot. "How long have they been there?"
McGee looked at his watch. "Ooh..." He shook his head. "I...I..." He sighed and smiled. "I have no idea."
Garcia let out a laugh which nearly caused Morgan to spit out his beer, which in turn caused Prentiss and McGee to laugh.
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"Ready?" Ziva asked. Abby and Reid nodded. "One, two, three." With that they downed the shot they had in front of them.
"Yukkie." Abby said, sticking her tongue out. Reid and Ziva laughed at her. "Hey, do that magic trick again with the dollar and the pen. That was awesome!" She said, fishing a dollar bill out of her pocket. Before Reid could take it they were interrupted.
"Hey guys," JJ's voice said from behind them.
"JJ!" Abby squealed, pulling her into a hug. "Have a shot!"
JJ raised her eyebrows looking at the three. "And how many shots have you had?"
"Several." Ziva answered, although she looked the most sober of the three she was leaning heavily on the bar for support. "Dozen." She added quietly.
"Of?" JJ asked.
"Well," Reid began explaining. "We started with whiskey but we didn't want to get too drunk." He elongated to word 'too'. "So then we changed to Sourz."
"Sourz?" JJ asked. Reid nodded but didn't speak.
Reid ordered four more shots from the bar and handed one to JJ.
"Wait! Wait!" Abby shouted before anyone could drink theirs. She pointed behind JJ to where Gibbs and Tony now stood. Reid ordered two more shots and handed them to the NCIS Agents.
"What is this?" Tony asked, eyeing the green liquid suspiciously.
"Sourz." Ziva answered. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "We were drinking whiskey but we didn't want to get too drunk." She learned forward at the last part of the sentence and winked at the three newcomers.
Gibbs looked at his shot. "Sourz." He repeated.
"Yep." Abby said. "On three." She counted and the six of them downed their drinks.
"Urgh!" JJ said, sticking her tongue out.
"I told you it was Yukkie!" Abby said, playfully slapping Reid on the arm.
Tony's face was screwed up as if someone had just fed him a lemon. "I'll stick to beer, thanks." He said, placing his shot glass on the bar.
Gibbs looked at the three drunken shot takers. "I'd stick to whiskey if I were you." He said, putting his glass down next to Tony's. "At least that doesn't glow in the dark."
"Hey..." Reid said, closing his eyes and pointing in the general direction of JJ. "Did you know..." He smiled. "Did you know..." He opened his eyes and looked at them. "That 'whiskey' with the 'e' in it is Irish or American, but whisky without the 'e' is Scottish, English, Canadian or Japanese." He nodded."It's true."
Abby looked as if she was genuinely interested in this fact, as did Ziva.
"That's good to know, Spence." JJ said, laughing a little. "I'm gonna..." She turned to see where everyone else was. "I'm gonna go sit back with those guys over there." She turned to face Gibbs and Tony. "You coming?" She asked. "Or you staying with the shot brigade?"
Gibbs smiled. "I'll get another round in." He said, moving closer to the bar.
"Good idea, Boss!" Tony shouted, raising one arm in the air, finger pointed, as if the further show his approval.
JJ laughed and grabbed him by his other arm. "C'mon, DiNozzo." She said, dragging him back to the table.
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"Do you think we should stop them before they pass out?" Prentiss asked, watching Reid, Ziva and Abby who were still at the bar.
Gibbs shrugged. "They're grown ups." He said, sipping his beer. "They can deal with the consequences."
"What..." McGee hiccupped. "What time is it?"
Garcia looked at her watch trying to focus. "Something to or something past something else." She slurred. She looked around the table. "God you people are Sexy!" she exclaimed, slamming one hand on the table. "Even you, Gibbs, you silver fox, you!" She looked at him and growled.
"Easy, Baby Girl." Morgan said, laughing. "Oh crap!" He said suddenly.
"Wha..." Prentiss hiccupped a few times. "What?" She pointed at him as she asked.
"How we gonna get the SUV back to work." Morgan looked around the group and mumbled something nobody understood, then swore again.
Prentiss scoffed. "We'll get it tomorrow." She said. "I don't live too far from here." She waved her hand as if dismissing him. "Piece a cake."
"I like cake." Tony said a little absent minded.
Before anyone else could speak, Ziva, Reid and Abby stumbled there was back to the table.
"Helloooooo!" Abby said, before laughing to herself. Reid slumped down on the seat next to Morgan and Ziva next to Gibbs on the other end of the bench.
"You three have fun?" McGee asked, looking at them.
Ziva nodded and said something in Hebrew. Reid pointed at her. "She said 'very much so'." He hiccupped. "I think." He shook his head.
"Reid," Morgan looked at he younger Agent. "How you getting home, Man. You live the other side of..." Morgan sighed as if he couldn't remember what word he was looking for. "Other side of town."
"And you do." Tony added, looking at Ziva.
Reid pointed at a still standing Abby, who grinned. "I'ma gonna stay at Abby's." Reid said. "And Ziva is."
"Reid," Garcia said, "You dirty dog!" JJ laughed but it was cut of by her hiccupping again.
"Why is everybody hiccupping?" Tony asked, looking around everyone, gesturing wildly with his hands as if confused.
Gibbs didn't speak, but shook his head.
"How come..." Morgan pointed at Gibbs. "How come you're not drunk?" He asked.
"Ahh..." McGee said, raising one finger as if he knew the answer but not elaborating.
"He probably has a rule somewhere." Tony said, sipping his beer.
Gibbs chuckled to himself, watching his team slowly descend even further into a drunken stooper.
The group were quiet for a moment when Abby gasped. "I love this song!" She said, grabbing Reid by the arm and dragging him to the dance floor. The rest of them listened until they recognised 'Are You Gonna Go My Way' floating out of the speakers.
"Really?" Gibbs asked, looking around the table. "Abby digs Lenny Kravitz?"
Tony laughed, which in turn set McGee, Garcia and JJ and Ziva off.
"Wait, wait!" Morgan said, looking at the pair on the dance floor. The dancing mainly consisted of jumping around and playing air guitar but Morgan noticed something else. "Reid likes Lenny Kravitz?" He asked, looking at Prentiss who shrugged, then at JJ and Garcia who just both looked confused. "Look," He said. "He knows all the words." Morgan was starting to look as confused as JJ and Garcia did.
Prentiss laughed. "Seen a whole new side of Reid tonight, eh?" she laughed again.
"But Abby doesn't like music unless it makes your ears bleed." McGee said, sounding baffled.
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After several more songs, which both Abby and Reid appeared to know all the words too, the two returned to the table with some more beers for everyone.
"Didn't think that was your scene, Abs?" Gibbs asked.
"A good song is a good song, Gibbs," She smiled.
"I didn't know you were into that kinda music." JJ said, looking at Reid with a drunken glare.
"You never asked me." Reid said, defensively. "You guys," He pointed at his team mates. "Assumed I just listen to classical. I never told you that." He sat back in the seat.
"Yes you did." Prentiss said. "On the jet once." She said, faintly recalling a conversation about The White Album and The Rat Pack. If she recalled correctly, it was the same conversation that revealed Reid had never seen 'A Clockwork Orange'.
Reid looked up and to the side for a moment as if deep in thought. "Oh yea..." He said, smiling. "Well, it's not true." He shook his head.
"You guys have a jet!" McGee asked. Morgan nodded. "That is so cool." He said enviously.
"There there, McGeek." Tony said, patting him on the shoulder. "You got your little thumb scanner." He put his thumb up and pressed in onto the table as if to show how the machine worked.
"No way!" Garcia said, "That is uber cool!"
"Oh my God, it's battle of The Dorks!" Tony said. Morgan and Prentiss laughed. Morgan turned to say something to Reid only to notice he, Abby and now Ziva were now on the dance floor again, Reid stood between the two woman who were dancing their way around him.
Gibbs looked at his watch. "Last one," He said, drinking his beer. "Then I'm outta here."
JJ frowned. "What time is it?" She asked.
"Just gone three." Gibbs answered.
"Three!" Prentiss and Garcia exclaimed in unison.
"I have to be up for work in like..." Garcia counted on her fingers. "Three and a half hours." She sighed and drank some more.
Morgan laughed. "Relax, baby girl." He said, "We'll shoot after this round."
They continued to chat and watch Abby, Ziva and Reid now jumping around on the dance floor to a Jimmy Hendrix number until there bottles and glasses were empty.
"Yo, Reid!" Morgan called, standing from the booth. Reid turned to look at him for a second before making his way over. "We're heading off," Morgan continued. "You coming?"
Reid shook his head.
"You know it's, like," Prentiss looked at her watch. "Nearly three thirty?" We have to be at work soon."
Reid nodded. "I'll be at work." He smiled. "Just make sure we have coffee at work." He added, pointing at Prentiss as if it were her job to do so.
"You'll be a work," JJ said, hiccupping. She tried to continue but another hiccup prevented her.
"You'll be a work," Garcia continued. "But will you be functioning?" She asked accusingly.
Reid raised his hands as if defending himself. "I'll be at work." He said again, this time laughing a little.
"See ya, Kid." Gibbs said, shaking his hands. "Don't let the coffin freak you out too much," He added. Reid laughed a little, already having been told by Ziva about Abby's preference for where she slept. The rest of the NCIS team didn't bat an eyelid. The FBI team however shared confused looks before saying there goodbyes.
Abby gave everyone a hug and told them how much she loved them, FBI Agents included. She hugged Ziva and Reid until Tony reminded her that they were staying at her place. A fact she seemed to have temporarily forgotten.
Reid shook hands with McGee and Tony. Morgan gave him a hug as did JJ and Prentiss. Garcia planted a huge kiss on his left cheek.
Ziva shared brief hugs with the departing FBI Agents and her own team.
Once outside, the cold night air seemed to help Morgan sober up a little. "You think he'll be ok in there?" He asked, looking back at the bar.
Tony nodded. "You think he'll get lucky?" He asked, closing one eye as if he was having trouble focusing.
JJ gasped and slapped him playfully on the arm.
The FBI Agents bid farewell to the NCIS Agents. McGee and Garcia swapped number for 'gaming purposes'. Prentiss and Tony swapped numbers with plans for them to all meet up for a drink again sometime.
The NCIS Agents headed one way down the street and the FBI the other. "Seriously, though..." Morgan said. "Do you think he will?" He couldn't duck fast enough from the onslaught of purses and palms slapping his body. "Kidding!" He called, as if to form a truce. "Kidding!"
The three women stopped attacking him and smiled. "Well," Prentiss said, smiling and looking back at the bar. "You never know."
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THE END
So that was my little, someone pointless and plot less story. But what the heck! I had fun writing it! Hope you enjoyed it. I have a few more planned, one is an NCIS crossover (again!) and one is just plane old Criminal Minds. Not sure when I'll get to posting them, got quite a bit going on, but I'll try and start soon! Again, hope you all enjoyed and thanks for the reviews and adds : )
Until next time y'all xxx
