"What in the hell is that supposed to be?"

"Prentiss, I'm pretty sure that that qualifies as cheating," Morgan told his dark-haired teammate while trying to choke back his amusement.

"Shut up, Morgan," Emily snapped before turning to her game partner with an incredulous expression on her face. "Really Reid?"

Reid shot her an injured look with those big bambi eyes of his. They never failed to tug at her heartstrings (and he knew it) but seriously?

"I have no clue what that's supposed to be," she informed him bluntly much to his distress.

He pouted at her and crossed his arms. Who knew that the one thing Reid got truly competitive over was Pictionary, of all things? It would be adorable if this whole situation wasn't so frustrating.

"That's the point of the game," he complained. "It's Pictionary. You're supposed to guess."

"She's not very good at it," Morgan teased.

Emily shot him a dark glare at him. He couldn't talk. His partner actually had decent drawing skills that didn't hamper their score gaining ability. Unlike hers. Seriously, what shape was that even supposed to be?

"No trash talking," JJ reminded them calmly from her position next to Hotch.

Emily glared at her too. The blonde was only calm because her and Hotch were in the lead by a stupid number of points, they had come first in this round - leaving her and Reid to battle Morgan and Garcia for the final point up for grabs.

"Pretty boy, you're not meant to stop drawing," Morgan informed him, looking up from his own whiteboard where he was drawing multiple circles with squiggles in them.

"I can't add any more to it," Reid explained, giving Emily a pointed look. "Everything's there."

Rossi scrunched up his nose and tilted his head sideways to see if that would help. He had swapped with Hotch for this round, having been voted the worst player in the last round. His guessing skills were ridiculous for a seasoned profiler. Emily suspected he just enjoyed finding innuendo in everything. Honestly, he was worse than Morgan.

"Are you sure, kid?" he asked doubtfully.

Reid glared at him.

"Yes!" he replied indignantly.

It was definitely a mistake in letting Garcia find a Pictionary Generator for this game. Ignoring the fact that it stopped arguments ("No, Reid, scientific discoveries is not an easy topic," Hotch had said exasperatedly), 'idioms' should never have been an option.

"No teasing our boy-genius," Garcia scolded, distracting herself from her own guessing to come to his defence.

Emily just snorted.

"Come on, Garcia. Guess while they're behind," Morgan coaxed his partner.

"Is it a dime a dozen?" She guessed.

Morgan shook his head and added a weird shape to the top of one of his circles.

"Try, Emily," Reid all but demanded, his own competitive spirit heating up.

Emily looked at the downright weird drawing helplessly.

"Look before you leap?" she haphazardly guessed.

Reid's face fell.

"Noooo," he whined, she could see him restraining from petulantly stomping his foot. "How do you even get that from this?" he demanded, stabbing the board with the pen, there was an audible 'THUMP'

Emily decided not to tell him that she was just blindly grabbing at idioms in hope that she struck gold.

"Oh! Oh! It's a smart cookie!" Garcia all but shouted from next to Emily, the whole couch vibrating with her excitement.

"Yes!" Morgan cheered and exchanged a high five with her as Reid and Emily looked sourly on.

"That's two points for Hotch and JJ'S team, one for team Awesome and none for team Blackbird," Morgan said smugly.

He had the right to be after all, Emily thought irritably, that point made them draw with her and Reid.

"What was that even meant to be," she demanded, swinging around to face her sulking partner.

"A loose cannon!"

Emily gave him a blank look before looking pointedly at their whiteboard.

"Really?"

"Yes!"

Everyone took a good look at Reid's drawing. There were several sort-of rectangular shapes that were angled upwards with a box with circles at the bottom of each (Emily supposed they were meant to be wheels). They were all clustered together with a grid drawn over them and a larger supposed-cannon was drawn at the opposite end of the board.

"There is no way that that's a cannon," Emily defended.

"I suppose it could be..." piped up JJ, not looking particularly sure of herself.

"I can see it," Garcia said, nodding.

Derek looked incredulously at her.

"Woman, it's a box-"

"Not even a good box," Emily interrupted.

"-a badly drawn box," Morgan agreed before continuing, "with squiggles on it."

"Circles," Reid automatically corrected depute his sulking.

"It looks like a cannon," Garcia reiterated with a pout of her own.

Morgan just threw up his hands in exasperation and rolled his eyes.

"Guess it doesn't matter because we won," he crowed.

Emily glared harder at him.

"I made it as obvious as I could," Reid was complaining in the background. "It even had a stack of cannon balls next to it."

"Is that what that pyramid of circles was?" JJ asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yes. Of course!"

"How can you be amazing at technical drawings and diagrams but be hopeless at this?" Emily asked him.

Reid flushed, in irritation or embarrassment - she couldn't tell, and retorted, "I'm not that bad at drawing, you're just bad at guessing."

Emily let out a hissing noise as Garcia tried to sooth ruffled feathers before someone lost a limb. And by someone, she meant Reid.

"Let's have a fresh new start," she said chirpily. "Time to swap Rossi back in."

"Oh, I'm good watching this train wreck," the Italian assured her.

"Don't be ridiculous," Garcia chided. "We have to be fair."

Emily heard the unspoken "and have no blood spilled."

"So," Garcia continued, looking cautiously between Emily and Reid. "Who was the worst player this round?"

"Her!"

"Him"

The two said simultaneously, childishly pointing fingers at each other.