"Walking!" Henry chirped excitedly, waving his hand in the air.

"Running!" Emily guessed as JJ yanked her son from the edge of the chair he was about to fall off.

"Purpose?"

Everyone turned to look at Reid. The genius just shrugged.

"It looked like purposeful walking," he explained.

"Where does that fit into a movie title," Emily demanded.

"Well, there's a German-"

Rossi interrupted them with a violent shake of his head and then shot them an exasperated look. This game of charades was already not going well and this was only the first round! This was definitely an easy one too. He made the walking motion on his palm again. A bit more forcefully than what was required but still.

It wasn't like he could make the rude gesture he wanted with Jack and Henry in the room. Hotch and JJ would kill him and he wasn't stupid.

"It is walking," Emily insisted.

Rossi gritted his teeth and shook his head again.

This was ridiculous. He'd have to try something different. He gestured to himself.

"Italian!"

"Suit!"

"Old man."

That last teasing comment got Emily a dark glare. She just shrugged it off and smiled innocently at him. He gave her the universal 'I'm watching you' gesture. Jack and Henry giggled.

"Is that a part of the charade?" Garcia queried.

Argh, they were seriously so dense. How were they this stupid?

The team was having another of their now semi -regular 'Games Nights'. Only semi-regular due to the nature of the job, of course, or Rossi suspected that it would have become a set thing if it was up to Garcia. Not that he minded, it was nice to hang out with the team away from bars. At least this way he could ensure that they all got a good meal. Will, Henry and Jack sometimes made an appearance now, like today.

Speaking of Will, the man was looking a bit shellshocked at the team's antics. Even he hadn't seen this level of crazy from them before.

"If you could act better," Morgan said exasperatedly, reading the man's expression correctly.

Rossi just sniffed at him; his charade skills were just perfect thank-you-very-much.

He waved at himself again only to be greeted by more confused looks. He sighed heavily. This was disappointing. He had hoped that it wouldn't come down to this but-

First, he pointed at himself, then Hotch, followed by Reid, Will and then Morgan.

"Men!" Garcia all but shrieked into the confused silence while clapping her hands, bangles jangling.

His finger went to his nose, correct! The colourful woman cheered and the rest of them exchanged dismayed looks. Rossi was feeling fiery smug. Not so smart now, are they?

"Really?" Morgan whined.

"How was walking meant to mean man?" Reid demanded. "That's just obtuse."

Rossi rolled his eyes at him and basked in the feeling of smugness. It was nice to get one over the kid. Even if he was pouting about it.

He opened his hand again in a different gesture.

"Second word," Jack and Henry chorused at his two raised fingers.

Now, this was definitely going to be an easy one. He pointed at his shoes.

"Shoes?"

"Soles?"

"Souls as in human souls? Is it a Catholic film?"

He spoke too soon. Shaking his head at all the suggestions, he pointed more aggressively at his shoe.

"Shiny?" Jack guessed hopefully.

Reluctantly, Rossi shook his head.

"Laces?"

"Pair?"

Reid frowned and mouthed words to himself as the others guessed wildly, each guess more outrageous than the next.

"Black!" the kid said triumphantly.

Finger went to his nose again as Jack and Henry cheered for their uncle.

"Why aren't you cheering, Auntie Em?" Henry asked his aunt, tugging at her sleeve.

"Because I wanted to win," she said, tickling him and making him shriek and squirm.

"You've got to be faster," Jack informed her solemnly.

Emily resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Hotch frowned at that sort of thing around children.

Rossi coughed pointedly. They all turned to look at him expectantly. He spread his arms out.

"That it?" JJ asked.

He nodded.

"How? That's not a movie," Morgan pointed out.

"Wasn't 'Black Men' a study on racism?" Emily thought out loud.

"You're thinking of '10,000 Black Men Named George'," Reid lectured. "It was written by Cyres Nowrasteh and directed by-"

"Yeah, yeah," Emily brushed him off and looked at Rossi. "Is it that?"

Rossi shook his head.

"Reid would have gotten the point anyway," JJ pointed out when Emily frowned.

"I guessed it!"

"Pretty boy got the name right though," Morgan teased.

"It doesn't matter since it wasn't right," Reid said firmly before a fight broke out. "What films have 'black' and 'men' in the title?"

"Plenty I'm sure but I can't think of any," Hotch admitted.

Rossi shook his head in despair. They were federal agents for crying out loud. This should be obvious to them.

"Grandpa Rossi is looking angry," Jack observed.

"That's distress," Will said with a chuckle.

"What's distress?"

"It looks like he has an owie," Henry said to his dad.

"He thinks we're stupid," Morgan answered them.

"My mommy and Unca Spence aren't stupid," Henry said with a pout.

"What about me, little man?" Will teasingly demanded, tugging gently on his son's hair.

"You're silly, daddy," he gigged out.

Emily ignored the conversation that was happening to look intensely at Rossi. He repeated the two gestures in a bid to help. Reid bit his lip and Morgan squinted at him.

Surely, one of them would get it. This really didn't bode well for the rest of the game.

"Oh, oh, dad!" Jack interrupted, waving his hand around in the air. "What was that movie you and Aunt Jess said I couldn't watch? The one with the men in the glasses? It had 'black' in the name, didn't it?"

Hotch looked at his son and then grinned broadly.

"Men in Black," he declared, ruffling Jack's hair when Rossi cheered.

Finally!

"It took an eight-year-old," he teased, sitting back down.

"I'm nearly nine!"

"Seriously? Men in Black?" Emily said with a pout.

"So obvious," Reid agreed.

"Simple you mean," Morgan said, crossing his arms.

"Hey, you didn't guess it," Rossi pointed out. "You're turn Aaron."

"Really, Jack got it."

"We'll do it together, dad," Jack decided, hopping into the middle of the floor.