Penelope didn't know where to look. The dare didn't particularly affect her, she had worse happen to her during a game, but the thing was... DEREK WAS THERE!

Hotch felt for both Derek and Rossi. The former because he knew how he was feeling; if it was Emily in the position Penelope was in, he would want to kill someone. The latter because he was surely going to get killed.

Emily looked at Penelope and saw the confliction her features expressed. She glanced at Derek and gulped. This dare wasn't going to go down well.

Reid, although slightly inept in matters related to jealousy, knew that if Rossi was to attempt this dare Derek was going to end up causing him harm. He was worried for his team... his family.

JJ, like the others, was worried. The team wasn't drunk enough to just laugh about this happening, there was going to be consequences.

Derek's fists were clenched, his teeth was grinding against each other. His eyes were shooting daggers at Rossi, silently threatening him. He felt he was the only person allowed to even touch Penelope. He would break Rossi's hands if he touched her.

Rossi cleared his throat. He knew he was risking his life if he carried out the dare. He made his decision hesitatntly. He stood warily, glanced quickly at Derek who was to his right before turning to Penelope who was sat to his left.

He held his hand out and she took it and stood. They were facing each other, looking at each other for what seemed like minutes but was only mere seconds. Standing toe to toe, Rossi lifted both hands and held them over Penelope's backside; not touching her yet.

The team watched on with fear, Derek looked on with complete hate and disgust. Penelope breathed deep then nodded at Rossi, telling him wordlessly to proceed. He did so, grabbing her plentiful backside and then after a few seconds he backed off as if he had been burnt.

As quickly as Rossi had stepped back, Penelope had spun around so that she was facing Derek. He had stood and began to charge towards Rossi but Penelope simply placed a delicate hand on his chest, halting him.

She just placed both hands on his cheeks, looked deep into his eyes and spoke to him in a whisper.

"Hotstuff, it's okay. Sit down, drink and let's carry on with the game." The calming words had the affect needed, Derek sat back down immediately. He drank his beer with haste forcing it to go straight to his head.

"How about I make cocktails? I think we need to be a little more drunk to play this game." JJ voiced.

Everyone agreed. Let the fun begin.