I hope this chapter makes you laugh. Also, this is another holiday-themed one. And, I know I'm a bad updater, but my internet has been screwy, and I've been traveling, and I fell asleep on my keyboard... several times...
"So, who's going to come in here tomorrow hung over?" Kate asked somewhat sarcastically. "Because I, for one, can't get drunk tonight."
"Welcome to the curses of pregnancy, my friend," JJ replied. "I will also be staying sober tonight, since it's a school night." She sighed wistfully. "Of all the perks of not being a mother, the ability to get wasted was one that I miss, right up there with the ability to stay asleep on the weekends."
"Well, I'm not gonna get drunk, because the last time I got supremely drunk, I woke up to a certain profiler in my bathroom, shirtless!" Garcia called down as she scurried back to her bunker. The group laughed at this statement, and Morgan was slightly embarrassed, but took it in stride.
"I'm gonna go out with Savannah tonight to celebrate," Morgan proceeded to announce. "So we will just have to get drunk for all of you."
"Have fun with that," Rossi replied dryly from the catwalk, where he could look down on the gathered group in the bullpen, who had all leaned on a certain genius' desk. Said certain genius had stayed quiet, hoping they might go away and/or that Hotch would send them back to work, but, unfortunately, that didn't happen, so instead, he was forced to work as they talked over his head about St. Patrick's Day plans.
"Hey guys, did you know that…" Reid began, and he proceeded to go on a ten-minute rant of every St. Patrick's Day fact he could think of, which, thankfully, had the desired effect.
By the end, no one was leaning on Reid's desk.