Wow, I'm glad some of you folks read and liked my story. I didn't expect such a warm welcome. Thanks for the positive feedback guys. My goal here was that I wanted to try something different from what I'm use to seeing in the CM fandom.

The Hangover

Chapter 2: Some People Just Can't Handle Vegas

Las Vegas hit Emily Prentiss like a ton of bricks. The vibe that it gave out was too much, and it tempted her. She found herself getting lost in the atmosphere that it provided. The hustle and bustle of the city seemed to be calling her.

The thing was that she was here on business. She was here to crash the party and that's what she was going to do.

Okay, let's do this, she thought.

Luckily she was able to check into a nearby hotel, so she settled in quickly before heading out. The camera Seaver had loaned her was situated comfortably in her pocket, ready to be used. Without wasting any time she headed toward the casinos.

This wasn't the first time she'd been into Las Vegas. She had come on other occasions here with the girls or with the entire group. So it wasn't hard to figure out which place they'd be on. Plus she knew Morgan was the one in charge, which made it that much easier to figure out.

Once she entered the giant lobby she took a deep breath. It was time. Nothing would distract her, she was definitely not going to be intimidated by Vegas or be easily swayed from her mission.

As if I can't handle Vegas, she thought confidently. This was nothing. It'd be a total walk in the park.

"Whoo! Come on baby, give it to me, give it to me!" Morgan chanted as he pulled down the lever on the slot machine.

Spencer watched as the result came and had no matches. "You know that the probability of these things are—"

"Cut it out Spencer," Morgan interjected. "You giving me bad luck here, especially with that man purse of yours that your wearing."

"Actually it's called a satchel," Reid defended, tapping his satchel. "I keep all my important stuff here."

Will was not far away from them on another seat behind them. "I swear these things are rigged."

The three already had some alcohol in their system, but it wasn't anything heavy and were still in a coherent state.

"Damn!" Morgan barked as he was met with another failed result. He pulled himself up and pointed to a section to the right. "I'm gonna try the roulette."

The other two simply nodded without looking, attention fixated only on the machine currently in front of them.

"Than we're going for the strippers." Morgan added.

Again they only nodded so Morgan began making his way to his destination. He momentarily froze in his tracks when he heard a very familiar voice to his side.

"Wooooh! That's an eight!"

Is that...

He turned his head in the direction of the voice and made his way over to the crowded table.

And there she was, Emily Prentiss. Glass of wine in one hand, while her other hand was fisted in the air in a victory pose.

"Emily?" Morgan called out in disbelief.

Emily paused to search around. Her eyes landed on Morgan's. "Oh... hey Derek."

Morgan furrowed his brows. "Don't 'hey Derek' me princess, what are you doing here?"

Emily looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "What's it look like, I'm on a roll."

"Weren't you suppose to be with the girls?" Morgan questioned.

Crap.

"Oh... yeah, about that," she trailed off. This was bad, he wasn't suppose to catch her. This just couldn't get any worse.

"Hey Derek!" Reid called out with Will next to him.

Oh come on!

They both stopped when they noticed Emily. Will being the first to speak. "Emily, what a surprise."

"So do you want to have a drink with us?" Reid asked casually.

"Man do you even know what a bachelor party is?! Morgan said. "Because that's what this is, a bachelor party. Not some house party. We can't just invite her in!"

"I mean well, she's already here." Will added with a shrug. "We might as well have fun."

This only caused for Morgan to frown. "You can't be serious man."

"Are you scared I'll outdo you Derek?" Emily taunted.

Morgan only slumped his shoulders. "Man this is the worse freaking bachelor party ever."

Reid glanced at Morgan. "I'll get us some drinks to loosen up." With that he disappeared to get some more drinks.

"Alright, let's not just stand around here." Will said, placing his hands around them. "Let's go gamble outta our minds. What do you say?"

"Let's go." Emily said.

"Yeah alright." Morgan murmured.

And so they resumed their night with their sudden newcomer. Morgan was still a bit bitter about having Emily crash their guys night out, but in time he was getting over it.

Reid returned afterwards clumsily holding four glasses and trying desperately not to drop them onto the ground.

Will rushed over to him and relieved him of some of the load, handing one of the glasses to Emily and keeping one for himself, while Reid handed the other one to Morgan.

"This here will loosen us up." Reid stated.

"Good, I definitely need this." Morgan replied.

Will held his glass up, prompting the others to follow in suit. "Well guys, down the hatch."

And then it was all a blur.

The hotel room was a mess. Bottles were scattered everywhere the eye could see. The jacuzzi was overflowed and had some water running down the edges. The TV was hanging and the furniture were tossed over. Curtain drapes were tilting awkwardly in the wrong direction.

Emily woke to the sound of a door closing. She instantly regretted opening her eyes when she was met with a bright room. She rubbed her aching temples in an attempt to stop the room from spinning.

Her guard was immediately up when she stared at her surroundings. This was definitely not her room. Unconsciously she checked herself over and was relieved when she noticed she was still clothed. What the hell did she do last night? She couldn't remember anything.

With a groan she stood up from the hard floor she was laying on and made her way over to the sofa. Which surprisingly looked like the only furniture still in tact. She ran a hand through her hair and tried to gather her thoughts. The only thought that ran through her though was:

What the hell is a chicken doing in the room?

A movement could be heard next to her and she shifted her head just in time to see Reid stumble from behind the counter of the mini bar; falling face first onto the floor.

Reid gave her a glance —that she imagined resembled hers when she woke up— and made his way over to the bathroom. Reid paused very briefly when he almost tripped over a chicken, but continued to the bathroom. Once open he began doing his business.

In his semi-conscious state he wasn't aware that there was something else inside. It wasn't until he heard a growl that he chose to turn his head.

And there it was. A vicious looking tiger. A vicious looking tiger eyeing him.

It bared its sharp fangs out and released another growl.

"Aaah!" Reid shouted, running out of the bathroom only to stumble over a sleeping figure.

"Fuck!" Morgan grunted as he was rudely awakened. He went to glare at the perpetrator only to divert his gaze almost instantly. "God damn it Spencer, put on some damn pants!"

Reid allowed the realization of becoming aware that he was only in a shirt and boxers to pass in order to warn his friend.

"Derek don't enter the bathroom!"

"Spencer, relax buddy." Morgan replied tiredly.

"No you don't understand, there is a tiger in the bathroom!"

At this Emily lifted her head. "A what?"

"There's a jungle cat inside the bathroom!" Reid repeated more frantically.

Morgan groaned and lifted himself up. "Okay chill, I'll have a look." He took one good look and slammed the door closed before facing the others with an amused look. "Holy fuck, he's not kidding there's a tiger in there!"

"No way," Emily managed to mutter in her aching condition.

"Yeah, I'm not kidding." Reid replied.

Morgan went and took a seat on the sofa next to Emily. "Hey, you okay princess?"

"God, no."

"How in the world did a tiger get in the bathroom?!" Reid asked, still visibly freaked out.

"Hey Spencer, you mind putting some damn pants on. I'm finding it very weird that I have to ask you twice." Morgan repeated.

This time Reid followed the order and searched for his pants.

"Damn it look at this place, it's a mess." Emily groaned.

"What the fuck happened last night?" Morgan asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"How should I know, I can't remember," Emily answered with spite. "I'm still trying to figure out why I woke up in your hotel room."

Morgan smirked. "Maybe you got lucky."

"Shut up Derek, I have a massive headache and you're not helping."

"Alright, let's just get some coffee in our systems and bail out before housekeeping shows up." Morgan said. He motioned for Reid once he saw he had found his pants. "Spencer, go wake up Will."

"Right," he nodded.

"God I hate Vegas." Emily muttered, leaning her head back against the sofa.

"Emily look around, this is a sign that we had a damn good time," Morgan joked. "How could you hate Vegas?"

Despite her headache Emily managed a weak laugh.

"Will isn't in his room," Reid cut in.

"Are you sure?" Morgan questioned.

"Yeah I checked all of them and for some reason his mattress is gone."

"He's probably already downstairs getting some food." Morgan said.

"Call him," Emily suggested, still leaning back on the sofa.

"Way ahead of you," Morgan replied, his cellphone already on his ear.

Much to their displeasure Will's cellphone began ringing in the very room they were in.

Reid picked it up from the counter and answered it. "Hello?"

"Spencer," Morgan simply said. "It's me."

"Oh hey Derek," it than sunk in and Reid ended the call. "This is Will's phone."

If there were a table near him than Morgan would've slammed his head onto it. "No shit Spencer."

"This day just gets worser and worser." Emily complained.

"Oohh, Melissa is going to kill me, how am I going to explain this to her?" Reid muttered.

"Calm down Spencer, let's just get downstairs, get Will and get our asses out of Nevada. It'll be fine," Morgan reassured. "Okay?"

Reid sighed. "Okay, let's go."

And suddenly another noise could be heard. It sounded like a soft cry, a soft human cry.

"What the hell is that?" Emily asked, afraid of what the answer would be.

"It's coming from the closet, c'mon," Morgan ordered as he stood up.

Reid carefully opened the closet door and the trio froze.

Inside was a cute little baby boy in his carriage. He couldn't be older than a few months.

Morgan released an exasperated sigh. "Who's freaking baby is that?"

"Spence, are you sure you didn't see anyone else inside the suite?" Emily just had to ask.

"Positive, I checked everywhere," Reid assured her. "Check if it— if he has a name tag or something?"

"Spencer we're in a hotel not a freaking hospital," Morgan retorted. "He's not gonna have a damn name tag."

Emily stepped closer to lightly tickle the baby's belly. She had to admit that the baby boy looked really cute in his little blue shirt and hat.

"Em, we don't have time for this right now," Morgan cut in. "Let's go find Will and we'll deal with the baby later."

Emily turned to glare daggers at him. "Morgan, we aren't going to leave a baby in the room. There's a fucking tiger in the bathroom!"

"Hey it ain't our baby." Morgan replied.

"I'm with Emily on this one," Reid agreed. "We can't simply leave him here."

"Fine whatever bring him," Morgan resigned, swinging his arms up.

The three were soon on an elevator heading downstairs. The baby was safely hoisted on a strap-on carrier.

Emily's gaze went from the baby to Reid and than back to the baby's again. "Are you sure I shouldn't be the one holding him?"

"Yeah I think Emily should be the one in charge of the baby." Morgan added.

"Nah don't worry guys, I watched an episode of Mr. Belvedere." Reid replied as if that were a good solid reason.

The elevator stopped and an elderly woman entered, pausing to send a smile to the baby.

"Aww how cute, what's his name?" She asked.

Emily roughly but discreetly elbowed Morgan on his side.

Morgan was barely able to mask the grunt but seemed to take the hint. "Jake."

"Carlos," Reid corrected.

And Morgan and Emily almost facepalmed.

... ... …. …. ... ... ... …. …. ... ... ... ….

The coffee felt like medicine for Emily. It worked to ease the frustration by a bit.

"God I needed that." Emily said.

"Me too." Morgan agreed, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Guys no one has seen him." Reid called as he made his way to their table. "I must've checked everywhere. The gym, the casino, even the front desk and no one has seen Will."

"Calm down buddy, he's a big boy," Morgan started, handing Reid a cup of coffee. "All we have to do is retrace our steps."

Emily rolled her eyes. "Well that's easier said than done. Given this massive headache I have, I'm surprised I even remembered who you two were."

"C'mon princess, that attitude won't help us." Morgan scolded.

Emily sighed. "You're right, sorry. I guess the day just got to me."

Morgan nodded understandingly. "Hey, no harm no foul. Now can any of you remember anything?"

"I remember us three, well us three being Derek, Will, and me, were taking shots up on the roof," Reid began.

"And than we hit the casino up," Morgan continued. "We played a few games."

"And than I joined up with you guys," Emily concluded. "That's about all I remember."

"Damn," Morgan cursed, stuffing his hands in his pocket. His fingers came into contact with a tiny paper. He pulled it out and showed to the others. "Hey I just found this parking ticket, turns out we arrived at Caesar's at 11:15am."

"You genius Derek," Emily praised. "Check your pockets guys."

They soon emptied the contents of their pockets onto the table.

"Hey Spencer I think this belongs to you." Emily said, handing him the ATM receipt that was in her pocket. A little smirk played on her lips.

Morgan watched as a look of horror came across Reid. "What's it say?"

"That I spent about $800 on—" Reid couldn't even finish his sentence. "I am so dead." Now his girlfriend would definitely know he lied to her.

Morgan could only laugh at his friend's predicament. It was only when he felt Emily grabbed his wrist did he stop.

"What's that in your hand?" Emily asked.

Reid halted his rant to gaze at the tag around Morgan's wrist. "Hey you were in the hospital."

Morgan gazed at the tag. "Holy crap I was."

"You okay?" Reid asked.

This time Morgan did facepalm. "Yes Spencer, I'm fine."

Emily placed her hands in her face. "Damn it all. I so hate today."

"Hey this is good, we got a lead now." Morgan said, gesturing his tag. "We'll head to the hospital and take it from there. Like I said, it'll be okay. Okay?"

"Promise?" Emily replied. She knew it seemed childish but the day had gone into complete hell and she just wanted a bit of reassurance. A little something to keep her going.

Morgan nodded with a smile. It was pretty much the only he had done today. "I promise."

"It's our only option right now." Reid added. "I say we move it."

They quickly began placing their stuff back into their pockets and downed the rest of their coffees. With that the trio and a half left to grabbed the car and head for the hospital. Where they hoped Will would be at safe and sound and this whole day would be just a bad memory.

Author's Notes

Again, thanks to those who reviewed. Also, thanks to those who put my story under their alert/favorite list.

And don't worry I know it looks like this is my first story but it really isn't. I've written stories before so I'm not a total noob XD!

P.S. Enjoy your Thanksgiving :)