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"Al right ladies lets ask the spirits some questions." Garcia plopped the board down on the coffee table and poured drinks for herself and Emily.

Meanwhile…across town.

When Hotch had answered the door, he found a petite blond haired woman dressed as a pizza delivery driver. She had a pizza box in one hand, and a boom box in the other.

"Someone call for pizza," she cooed, eyeing Hotch up, and down like he was the banquet table at a feast for condemned prisoners.

"Ah - no we -"

She ignored him, and brushed past him into the living room. She set the boom box on the end table. She turned on the music, and began a very slow strip tease much to the amusement of Gideon. and the rest of the guys, except Reid whose face began to resemble the color of a newly ripe tomato.

Hotch had sat down next to Gideon. who contrary to what Reid thought, had been nursing the same beer all for more than an hour, and besides Hotch, was the most sober of all of them.

"I suppose I have Morgan to thank for this."

"No, I hired the young lady."

Hotch gaped in open mouthed surprise at Gideon. When was this man going to stop surprising him at the weirdest times?

"May I ask why you, and not Derek?"

Hotch was trying to keep his eyes off of the woman, whose state of undress was sure to get him in trouble with his wife. Funny how he couldn't seem to maintain eye contact with Gideon. He'd never had that problem before. As for Reid, his eyes were glued to the blond in much the same way a puppy looks at a stick its owner may, or may not throw for a nice game of fetch. Morgan, and the Jareau men were cat calling, and trying to get her to sit on Reid's lap. She just shook her finger at them with a lovely little pout of her crimson painted lips.

"Are you kidding, if I allowed Derek to get a stripper, she'd have been all over poor Reid? I had to get someone that would put on a good show, but not touch, or be touched by the guys." Gideon said.

"As usual. I bow to your wisdom," Hotch said, kicking himself for his inability to take his eyes off of the nearly naked woman in front of them. Gideon had been right to handle this part of the party.

As for Reid, he was working on his third beer trying desperately to cool the burning blush on his cheeks, he wanted to kill Morgan, for surely this had been his idea. He was irritated with his partner, and he had to admit he was pretty happy with this turn of events. He hoped no one would mention it to Jen, he certainly wouldn't.

When her dance number was over, the girl sashayed up to Reid, leaned over, and whispered something in his ear that had his face returning to candy apple red. He refused to tell anyone what she'd said even after Gideon paid her, and she left with a win, and a smile in his direction. After that he began to work in earnest to get as drunk as possible, and maybe he could forget her breath in his ear, and the smell of musk on her skin.

When Hotch took time from bull shitting with Sam Jareau several hours later, to notice Reid, he saw he was deep in conversation with an equally drunk Morgan. They looked like they were plotting something. Hotch was about to go find out what the groom, and his friend were up to, when they both got to their feet, and stumbled toward the front door. He moved to intercept them before they could leave the house.

"Hey, guys where are you going."

Reid blinked owlishly at him, and said as he stood swaying like he was on the high seas. "I'm gonna go home now"

"Spencer… you can't… remember, you're staying here with me tonight," Hotch said in a placating tone.

"I gotta go now, hafta tell Jen something very important."

"Yeah, very important, "Morgan echoed. He giggled when Hotch glared at him.

"You'll see her tomorrow remember, you're getting married."

"I am," Reid asked looking genuinely puzzled for a moment. "Oh yeah… I am - why?"

Hotch couldn't believe this, was he going to be subjected to a game of twenty question's with a drunken Reid.

"You love her Reid, and you're going to be a father."

"I am," Reid said again his eyes huge. He turned, and nearly fell into Morgan, who wasn't steady, himself.

"Jen's gonna have a baby," he announced to his friend, as if this was news to everyone.

"Silly… I know that, you already told us." Morgan threw an arm around Reid, and began to sing

"Hav'en my baby, what a lovely way to say how much you love me." When Reid joined him in a very off key tenor, Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose, and wondered if he'd sunk into the seventh level of hell.

When the song was finally over, half the words slurred, or forgotten, and the chorus ended at different times, Reid began to insist again that he had to leave. Hotch tried to explain again why the young man had to stay with him. While he was dealing with Reid, Morgan passed out cold on the couch.

Gideon and Hotch each grabbed one of Reid's arms, and propelled him up the stairs to the guest room where he stumbled, and fell onto the bed still insisting he had something very important to tell Jen. Hotch lost his patience, and suggested the young agent call his girlfriend. The older agents left the room to break up the rest of the party. Reid pulled his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, and squinted hard at the little numbers of the touch pad. He couldn't remember the speed dial for Jen's phone which he found amusing. He did manage to dial their home number which was something of a miracle considering the state he was in.

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When the phone rang, it was in the middle of the Ouija board telling the girls that Emily, and Martin were definitely going to hit the sheets. Haley, and Penelope were laughing hysterically when JJ picked up the phone, and she had to put one finger in her ear to hear the voice on the other end,

"Hello."

"Jenny," a singsong voice said

"Spencer, is that you?"

"Um…yeah who else would I be?" He laughed hysterically

Sounds like the guys got him plastered.

"Spence… what do you want?" She was trying desperately not to laugh.

"Hafta tell you somethin important, Hotch wouldn't let me come home." She inwardly cheered Hotch, the last thing she needed the night before her wedding was a drunken Spencer to deal with.

"What is it babe, what's so important?"

"I love you Jenny!" He said, his voice still singsong.

"I know you do Spencer, I love you too." Damn now she was going to have to explain to the girls why she was crying. She would just blame it on pregnancy mood swings, they'd believe that, right.

"Is that all babe?"

"Uh yeah, gotta go to sleep now, night-night."

"Good bye Spence." But she was talking to silence. She was glad he was with Hotch, rather than with Morgan. Who knows where he would be, or what he'd be doing if left to the tender mercies of Derek Morgan.

"Hey guys, I just got a call from a very drunk Spencer, wait till I tell you what he said." The girls were in stitches again because the sprits had said that JJ, and Spencer would have triplets.

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Hotch, and Gideon managed to get cabs for the guys except Morgan who was still snoring on the living room couch. They decided to leave him where he was, instead of trying to rouse him, or carry the big man out to Gideon's car.

Hotch eventually made it back home with Haley, and a sleeping Jack. He was putting Jack down to bed, when Haley knocked on the guest room door. There was no answer, so she poked her head in, and found Reid passed out face down on the bed. It must have been the mother in her, because she found she couldn't leave him to sleep like that, so she went in, and pulled his shoes and socks off. He shifted, and sighed, and she froze thinking he'd awoken, but when he didn't move again, she grabbed the throw from the foot of the bed, and threw it over him.

Hotch came in behind her, and asked, "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine, just sleeping."

"I don't envy him the hangover he'll have in the morning."

"It's a good thing the wedding isn't until 3 pm."

Hotch took her hand, and said, "Come on Mrs. Hotchner, lets go to bed."

She kissed him, and said, "Ok Aaron, but only if you promise me we're not going to go right to sleep." She raised an eyebrow, and he laughed.

"Why Haley Hotchner, I do believe your trying to seduce me." He hoped she was, all this wedding, and baby talk had been giving him idea's concerning his wife.

"And what if I am, what are you going to do about it?" He picked her up, and left the room pushing the door closed with his foot. "Let me show you," He said.