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Morgan began to grow restless as Erin hummed the jeopardy theme song and pointed over at the clock. This was entertaining to her, watching Derek Morgan squirm. He was definitely nervous. Perhaps the males took a mental note not to pick her again. She hoped so. It was more entertaining to watch them dish the dirt out on each other. She didn't like dishing it out on herself and she could always give the other girls truth ideas...

"15." After a few more seconds passed she spoke again "10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2."

"Truth!" Morgan yelled. "I pick truth."

When the evil grin appeared on her face he froze. "I mean I pick-"

"No. You already chose." Erin lifted her head up in mock superiority and glared at him. She ignored the fact that Morgan was grumbling and proceeded onto her question. "Which male actor would you date if you had to?" Her eyes froze on his and Morgan felt cold as he felt her gaze.

"What if I prefer female actresses?" he whined.

"Male," Erin snapped at him as he fidgeted under her gaze.

"All right." Morgan pondered his question for a moment before deciding. "I'd pick Chris Evans."

"Why?" Strauss demanded.

"He's attractive, popular with the ladies, he was excellent at playing 'the Torch' and I love his movies."

Morgan caught sight of JJ nodding in agreement out of the corner of his eye and zeroed in on her. "Have a thing for Mr Chris Evans, JJ?"

Her blue eyes looked straight down at the floor as she felt her cheeks heating up a bit. Again.

"All right. My turn." Morgan smirked as he looked over at Emily. "Truth or dare?" Say truth, he pleaded silently.

Emily glared at him. There was no way she was saying truth. After all, it was none of their business who she liked in this room. Then again, it wasn't any of her business whether Morgan let his sister's dress him up when he was younger either.

"Dare."

"Fine. I dare you to run down the hall yelling 'I am a woman, hear me roar." He looked away from her as her jaw dropped.

Hotch and Dave laughed a bit as Reid looked back and forth between everyone curiously.

Garcia tried to stifle her giggle though JJ was still focused on the floor.

Emily glared at him. She knew there were 24 hour cameras in that hallway and she knew they had sound.

"Taking a chicken, Em?" Hotch asked innocently. He ducked as she swatted at him.

"No." Her eyes met his and they had their own staring contest before Garcia nudged Emily.

Looking down, Emily tried to decide if she should take her boots off, they had little heels and would be loud. But she didn't want to go barefoot and may slip in socks. She'd keep the boots on and sighing she stood up.

When she approached the door she tried to ignore the fact that everyone was looking at her and she began to run down the hall way.

"I am a woman, hear me roar." Everyone bust out laughing when they heard it, including Erin. Emily managed to say it over 20 times before she came back. She was out of breath from running as fast as she could to get it over with.

It was even worse when everyone began to clap. Emily glared at the guys quickly before glaring at the girls. JJ and Garcia shared a look and stopped clapping. They were all on the same side, right?

"Aaron Hotchner," Emily seethed as she sat down, her face red from humiliation and running. "Truth or dare?" she asked in between breaths.

He stifled another laugh and tried to make his face mock serious. This was surprisingly hard for him despite the fact his face was always serious. "Truth," he managed to mutter out without laughing.

Emily glared at him as she thought quietly. Finally she grinned. "What is the most embarassing thing to happen when you tried to get lucky?"

As if on cue, Hotch's face went beat red as he recounted the memory in his head.

"Well..." He began as he saw all the eager expressions, ready to devour this "gossip." He felt like one of those people that told stories to all the excited children. "It was my first time... and before we even began I got so excited I threw up on her shoes... that was that."

Hotch finished quickly and moved on. "JJ," he managed to say before the laughter erupted.

"I said, JJ," Hotch said even more loudly. This time he did succeed in giving everyone a Hotch look but that didn't stop the laughter.

Finally, JJ looked up at him. "Yes?"

"Truth or dare," he said eager to get away from the subject of him.

"Truth," she said a little nervously as her voice betrayed when she squeaked.

Hotch smirked. He recalled a secret JJ had told him a couple years ago.

"Have you ever made out with a pillow, mirror or anything else of the sort to practice?"

He could have sworn a literal fire exploded in her eyes as both humiliation and anger overwhelmed her features.

"Yes," she said through gritted teeth. "When I was a child." She tried to explain as if that would stop Morgan and Hotch from laughing.

None of the girls laughed this time and JJ crossed her arms. "Reid."

He sighed. Couldn't he just watch it all unfold? "Dare," he said letting out the breath he'd been holding.

"Spencer Reid." JJ shared a gleeful look with the girls. "I dare you to remove your shoes and socks and let us paint your toenails. And keep your shoes off for the rest of this game."

The looked on Spencer's face was what you would call priceless as he froze and gave Morgan a pleading look.

Within seconds he was attacked by Garcia, Emily and JJ whom had removed his shoes and socks before he had a chance to protest the dare. Erin watched on in growing amusement as the two girls focused on holding Reid down while Garcia explored her purse before bringing out a beautiful purple colour.

Reid heard Morgan laugh quietly and he looked over at him. "You're wearing make up. You can't laugh here." Of course then Hotch laughed and Reid just tried to ignore the fact that the nail polish applying was tickling him.

Morgan did feel a bit bad for Reid but when he saw the purple gleaming on his nails next to his pale complextion he had to laugh. But it was Reid and they would get back at those evil girls.

When it was finished the girls admired their work. Spencer Reid had 8 purple toenails and two pink ones, which were his big toes.

Reid rubbed his arms. Those girls were stronger than he expected and then it was his turn to pick someone. He moaned as he sat up.

He refused to look at his feet, afraid of how he'd react. This was terrible.

"Garcia," he managed to say weakly.