Morgan nudged Reid's elbow and slid a note over as they sat next to each other at the latest budget meeting.

Pretty Boy! You want to play a game?

Yeah! What game is it?

Alright, so we are going to write a story. I write one sentence then you write the next sentence in the story. It turns out really weird.

Sounds like fun!

Okay. Here's the first sentence: A man named John walked into a bar.

A gay guy named Joey walked over and said, "Hey, I'm Joey."

"Um, hi. I'm John." John replied sitting down at the counter.

"So, Johnny boy. You want to came back to my place and I could whisper in your ear, if you know what I mean?" Joey flirted.

John choked on his beer, almost falling off the stool he was sitting on.

Joey reached over and grabbed John to steady him, saying, "It's okay Johnny. I'll take you home and take care of you.

"Get away!" John coughed, running out the door.

"Baby come back! Johnny!" Joey called, chasing John.

"Ahhhhh! Stalker!" John screamed as he ran down the street, with Joey right behind him.

"Johnny Boy! I'll treat you good!" Joey promised.

"No! Go away you crazy psycho!" John yelled back.

Joey tackled John and started kissing him all over his face.

Morgan was struggling not to bust out laughing.

"Rape!" John screamed at the top of his lungs. "This is rape!"

"Boy, if you don't want him, I'll take him," another gay guy named Harold said as he walked up to them.

John was so confused but relieved as he watched Harold and Joey walk away holding hands. "What the fuck?" He mumbled to himself. "What is going on with people tonight?"

Their story was over because Emily leaned over and whispered, "What are you two little girls giggling about over there?"

Morgan passed over their story and he could see Emily struggle not to laugh too as she read it.

Hotch glanced over at his team and saw them passing notes and giggling but decided to let them have their fun. It's not like anyone was really listening to the man talking in the front of the room. Rossi was drawing pictures and Hotch had been going through his emails on his phone.

Rossi leaned over and whispered to the three young agents, "Children, settle down now."

They snickered and Emily replied, "Sorry Uncle Davey."

Rossi smiled and reclined in his chair, as Hotch smirked and rolled his eyes.

Emily saw Strauss walk into the room and elbowed JJ to wake her up.

Strauss pointed to Hotch and his team. "Follow me. Urgent case. Can't wait." She walked back out of the room.

The team scrambled up from their seats and hurried after her.

Hotch was in the middle of a conversation with Rossi when he glanced out the window then whispered, "What the hell?"

Hotch turned to see what he was looking at and saw Morgan chasing Reid around the bullpen. "Shit," he muttered as he ran out the door. He leaned against the railing on the catwalk and pointed to Morgan and Reid as he called out, "You two!"

They skidded to a stop and turned to face him.

"What is going on?" Hotch asked.

"Hotch, Reid stole my phone!" Morgan whined.

"But he took my bag first and wouldn't give it back!" Reid added.

Hotch sighed. "Morgan, hand over Reid's bag."

"But Hotch-!" Morgan complained. Hotch shut him up by giving him a look. Morgan grumbled but passed over the bag back to Reid.

"Reid, give Morgan his cellphone," Hotch ordered. Reid handed Morgan his phone. "Now both of you behave." With that Hotch turned and walked back into his office, with Rossi smirking as he followed.

He is really becoming their father, Rossi thought to himself, then smiled. I think he knows how he is acting and kind of likes it.

Rossi sat at the bar with Morgan and Reid. Rossi didn't drink anything because he was their ride home and he wanted to let the younger men have a good time. He was making sure that they weren't going to get to the point to where they would have hangovers in the morning. When the boys were on their third beer, Hotch called.

"Rossi," Rossi answered.

"Dave, did you get them home?" Hotch asked. "I know Morgan usually drives Reid but his car broke down and I'm assuming they went with you."

"They aren't home yet," Rossi said.

"Where are you guys?" Hotch asked.

"At a bar." Rossi confessed.

"WHAT?!" Hotch screamed into the phone. "You took my sons to a bar in the middle of the week, knowing that they have to work tomorrow?!"

His sons, Rossi thought. Slip up or not, Hotch still called Morgan and Reid his sons. "Aaron, relax. I'm here with them and I'm making sure they aren't drinking too much. They only had three beers."

"That's three beers too many," Hotch growled into the phone. "They shouldn't be drinking in the first place!"

"Alright, alright," Rossi grumbled. "I'll take them home." He hung up the phone and turned to Morgan and Reid. "Time to go home boys. Hotch called and he almost blew a gasket when I told him where we are."

"Why did you tell him!" Morgan pouted.

"Come on," Rossi laughed, walking towards the door. Morgan and Reid reluctantly followed.

Author's note: This chapter had a lot of Daddy Hotch in it because I keep getting reviews on how much people love it. Sorry it took a little while to update. I'm having major writers block. Please review, and I'm open for any suggestions.