It was another Games Evening Extravaganza as Garcia had dubbed it. She'd made a poster with sparkles and everything.

Hotch gave a grinning Emily a dark look.

"I will be sitting this one out," he declared firmly.

"Aw, come on, man," said Morgan. "You can't leave me and the kid with these pretty ladies."

Garcia giggled at that statement and gave him bedroom eyes while JJ and Emily just rolled their eyes at him. Emily even followed it up with pulling a face.

"It's more interesting if the male to female ratio is equal," Reid added, appearing to be unconcerned.

"Actually, never mind," Morgan said quickly. "I want to heighten the odds of getting a decent kiss."

"You don't think Reid is a good kisser?" Emily asked with a lazy smirk.

"I'm not the one who goes around kissing him," Morgan retorted.

A faint blush stained her cheeks as the dark-haired profile stubbornly turned away. Reid, oblivious to this, was regaling JJ with the history of kissing games.

"Definitely sitting this one out," Hotch reiterated.

"You should have brought Beth," Garcia told him. "And no sitting out of the Games Extravaganza."

Hotch sighed heavily at her pleading look and plopped himself into the circle they'd made on the floor.

Beth would have probably run for the hills at the suggestion of this game. She didn't quite get how weird his team could be. Of course, she hadn't spent that much time with them yet - only heard him complaining. Maybe the next Games Night. Hopefully it would be something tame like scrabble.

He was extremely jealous that Rossi managed to escape this one because he "had to deal with publishers," hence why they were at JJs tonight. Henry was at a sleepover and Will was covering for someone at the precinct.

"Why do all these games have to be done on the floor," JJ complained. "We're not kids."

"That's how they're played," Garcia told her with a vigorously nodding Reid agreeing with her.

"The only person who looks comfortable like this is Emily," said JJ.

Everyone turned to look at said agent who was sitting very neatly with her knees under her chin and hair covering most of her face looking very pleased with herself like.

"The woman's part cat," Morgan dismissed with a careless wave.

"Want to see if I have claws?" she threatened.

"You've been self-declared," Reid scolded, looking disapprovingly at her heavily bitten nails.

"I can still bite," Emily amended her threat.

"I'm sure she does," Morgan muttered to Reid who turned a very interesting shade of red.

"No sexual harassment," Hotch decreed.

"This whole game is sexual harassment," JJ mumbled but still looking far too eager for this game.

"I think Pretty Boy should start," said Morgan.

"No."

"Oh, I will," Emily said exasperatedly, expecting an argument.

"Chicken," Morgan taunted Reid under his breath as Emily spun the empty Fanta bottle, she had downed the contents of for them to use.

Only for it to go careering out of the circle, bashing off a chair leg and spun to point firmly at the wall.

"Does that count as her turn?" JJ asked, amused.

"I'm not going to kiss your wall," said Emily, looking disgusted but apologetic. "I've seen where Henry puts his sticky fingers."

"I do clean, you know," JJ replied mildly then shook her head. "I don't blame you though."

"I knew we should have kept a weight in it," Reid said, scrambling across the room to peer at the bottle.

"For it to inevitably spray everywhere? No thank you," retorted JJ. "This house has enough stains."

"We could fill it with marbles," Reid suggested.

"And who on earth has marbles? Oh, of course you do," said Morgan as Reid magicked a handful of marbles into existences and started inserting them carefully into the bottle.

Once he had finished, Reid tightly screwed the lid back on and passed it back to Emily.

"Take two," she joked, giving it a firm spin.

Huh, Reid was right. It did spin properly with a bit of weight.

Round and round it went, getting slower and slower, until it landed on...

"I think the universe is trying to tell us something," deadpanned JJ as the bottle pointed at her.

"I think the bottle is inhabited by Morgan," Reid decided.

"Who am I to argue with the universe?" said Emily with a catlike smirk as she leaned in for her kiss.

Morgan whooped as their lips locked as Hotch just rolled his eyes. They were what he called an exciting pair.

JJ wiped at her mouth as she reached for the bottle.

"My turn," she needlessly announced, spinning it.

The team watched it with bated breath. It went past Garcia, Emily...

Morgan whistled as Reid turned bright red.

Reid. It had landed on Reid. This was going to be fun.

"Meep," he squeaked.

"Not want to kiss me?" JJ questioned; eyebrow raised.

"Of course, I mean, no, wait, Will, yes?" Reid babbled much to the amusement of everyone else.

Even Hotch was finding it hard not to smile.

"Will isn't threatened by anyone here," JJ assured him.

"Should I be insulted?" Morgan asked teasingly.

"Oh, hush," JJ replied with an eye-roll.

"Ok," Reid said decidedly before leaning across the circle and firmly planting a kiss fully on JJ's lips.

Squeaking a bit in reply, JJ returned it - satisfied that it got him to squeak too.

Just as quick as it started, it was over.

"Come on, Lover Boy," Morgan told a dazed looking Reid, pouting a bit.

"Coming, coming," he absent-mindedly muttered, grabbing the bottle.

"You need to spin it, not pass it," Emily teased.

Reid pulled a face before he spun the bottle quite forcibly. It shifted around as it spun because of that. He may have used too much wrist as they watched it spin and spin. It landed between JJ and Morgan.

"JJ," Morgan immediately declared.

"Nope, can't be the same person two times in a row."

Morgan glared at her.

"Not want to kiss me?" Reid decided to echo JJ, throwing a mock-hurt look in for good measure.

"Dude, you're my brother."

"Pucker up," Emily said gleefully.

Reid just shrugged at Morgan's helpless look and, taking mercy on him, pressed a quick kiss to his basically brother's closed lips.

"What, no tongue?" Emily teased.

Morgan lunged for her as Hotch sighed loudly. One normal Games Night. One. That's all he was asking.