The team all gathered down at the club next to the slot machines. All the men were dressed casually and the ladies went for a sexier look. Garcia and JJ had on matching dresses while Emily had on a simple but sexy black dress with one shoulder strap that stopped right above her knees. Emily chose to have her hair down in soft curls that fell over her shoulders.

Once Hotch spotted Emily he had to remind himself to breathe. She looked amazing and he had to force his gaze away from her. Alcohol started coming at them from all directions and the team took what they were offered. After four shots, on top of what Emily already had, she was ready to dance, so she quickly grabbed a hold of JJ and Garcia's hands and pulled them onto the floor with her.

The men watched as the three ladies danced with each other and Hotch was jealous of JJ and Garcia considering the fact that Emily was in between both of them and she had no problem grinding her hips into both of them. Hotch had to control the rage that was threatening to erupt from him when he saw a young man walk up to the girls and ask Emily if she wanted to dance. Not wanting to know the answer, he quickly got up from his seat and headed for the bathroom.

Morgan and Dave exchanged a quick look with each other before putting their plan into action. They both slipped something into Hotch and Emily's drinks and they sat back down right as Hotch returned to the table. Without saying a word, he lifted the small glass to his lips and gulped back the rest of his drink. Morgan winked at Reid as he got up and grabbed Emily's glass as he headed over to the ladies. He worked his way in between Emily and the young man and started to dance with her, all while offering her her drink, which she took greedily and drank it back.

Dave and Reid noticed that Hotch was rather quiet, and his eyes were drooping slightly. Morgan dragged Emily back with him with JJ and Garcia trailing behind making sure Emily stayed on her feet. Morgan sat Emily down in the seat next to Hotch and she immediately leaned into him, causing Hotch to open his eyes a bit. After a moment of silence Emily let out a loud laugh at nothing and she threw her arm around Hotch's neck, trying to hug him.

"We need to get them out of here," Garcia barked over the loud music.

Morgan nodded his head. "Okay, I'll get Hotch to the elevator, but you girls have to get Emily." The two girls agreed and pried Emily away from Hotch and helped her to her feet as Morgan did the same with Hotch. Once the five were in the elevator Morgan leaned Hotch against the wall while the girls placed Emily in front of him. His hands immediately went out to rest of her waist and pulled her closer to him. The three watched as his hands slid down to her ass and squeezed. A small moan escaped Emily's lips and the scheming three wondered if they even needed to give them anything other than alcohol to make them act on their feelings for each other.

The second the elevator hit floor 12 Morgan turned to help Hotch, he noticed that Emily had passed out already, and Hotch was right behind her.

"I'm gonna have to carry Emily, so you two are going to have to drag Hotch," he informed the blondes. The two nodded then looked at each other wondering how they were going to do this.

Morgan quickly picked Emily up into his arms bridal style and carried her towards the room they had already set up. Just as he was putting the key card into the slot he turned back and chuckled loudly at JJ and Garcia struggling to drag Hotch down the hallway. He watched as both ladies looked at each other than gently placed Hotch on the ground and they each grabbed an arm and pulled their boss the rest of the way towards the room.

"Why is he so heavy?" Garcia cried out once she reached Derek and she leaned against the wall in exhaustion, dropping Hotch's arm.

"He is dead weight baby girl. He's not going to be light." Morgan opened the door, carried Emily to the bed placing her down gently. He made his way back to the girls and told Garcia to hold the door while he picked Hotch up and placed him down next to Emily.

"Wow," Garcia gushed as she watched her man in action. "That was hot."

Morgan couldn't control the laugh that left him. "Thanks. Now how do you want to do this?"

"Take off Hotch's pants," JJ said to Morgan.

His eyes snapped up to hers and he arched an eyebrow. "Are you out of your pretty little mind? I'm not taking his pants off!" he argued.

"Well we aren't," the two blondes protested with their hands on their hips.

"It would make more sense for you two to undress Hotch while I take Prentiss."

"You are not laying a finger on my little gumdrop. Knowing you your hands will roam," Garcia chided.

"Fine, get her undressed," he said grumpily as he went to work on getting Hotch undressed. He was minding his own business, trying not to look at Hotch or Prentiss but Garcia's next statement threw that hope out of the window.

"Wow, she has really nice boobs."

Morgan started to choke on air. JJ walked over to him and patted his back. "Are you okay?"

"Stop talking about her boobs," he pleaded. Although he told his mind to behave itself he couldn't help but taking a peek at Emily. The girls already had her undressed except for her black strapless bra and boy shorts. He gave an approved look when he noticed that Garcia was right, she really did have nice boobs. Morgan finally looked away and hurriedly took off Hotch's shirt.

JJ snatched Hotch's clothes out of his hands and threw the clothes all over the room along with Emily's. "What now?" she turned towards Garcia.

"We have to position them," she told them as she snapped her fingers at Morgan and told her to move Hotch towards the top of the bed.

After five minutes of arguing, cursing, and breathing heavily, the trio finally got the duo in the position they wanted. Hotch was in the middle of the bed in only his boxers while Emily was placed half on top of him. Her leg was draped over his, and her breasts were against his chest. They placed Hotch's hand over Emily's ass.

"We're still missing something," JJ pointed out, but didn't know what it was exactly.

"Her hair," Morgan pointed out, which caused the two girls to look at him. "What?" he shrugged. "When I spend a hot passionate night with a honey, her hair is always messed up," he informed them as he walked over to Emily and ran his hands through her hair making it a knotty mess. Once he finished that he grabbed a hold of the blanket and ripped it off the bed while leaving the sheet half on the bed to make the scene look more realistic.

"That's perfect," Garcia clapped. "Now let's get out of here and let our two lovelies get some sleep," she said as she grabbed her bag and all evidence that they were there and headed for the door.

"Oh my God, wait!" JJ cried out as she rushed back over and placed the two pieces of silver on the two sleeping brunettes and walked towards the door again and pushed the two out of the room closing it tightly behind her.

"Let's go get a drink," Morgan suggested as he slung his arms around JJ and Garcia's shoulders then headed towards the elevator.

"As long as you promise not to put anything in it," Garcia laughed as they entered the box and smiled to themselves at a job well done.