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"Ok, Sweet Cheeks, we have to talk." Garcia said seriously after recovering from her fit of laughter. She had just called Reid back after a few hours, having convinced him to go to school on a Saturday. Reid was angrily walking back to the house he and Rossi shared when his 'friend' had called to gloat.
"Talk about what?" Reid asked grumpily, "How you made me wake up Rossi for a ride to school? Or how only after he left did I realize that it is a SATURDAY MORNING! It's like a mile back to the house and Rossi said he won't come back to get me."
"Oh, don't get your mismatched socks in a bunch. You have an eidedic memory, certainly you looked at a calendar recently."
"GARCIA! You normally don't think about stuff like that when you've---"
"Hey, don't get snappy with me Sweet Cakes. I really did call to talk to you about something."
"Fine. What?"
"Oh, I don't know, what about your love confession to a certain blonde bombshell? Or maybe the kiss that you planted smack on her lips? Or the fact that a certain friend of mine just told me that she thinks you're cute when you're drunk? Take your pick."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"How trashed were you Reid? I mean, I can see Morgan forgetting some of this stuff, but you? I mean, you kissed JJ! I would think you'd remember that!"
Suddenly the images from last night seemed to flash in front of him. "No," he moaned, "she probably thinks I'm a moron!"
"Quite the contrary my pupil of love. For some reason unknown to the rest of the world, our resident liason--who by the way seems to always have an unending supply of hunky police officers knocking at her door--was only bummed by the fact that it took a high alcohol level to finally get your groove on and kiss her."
"Trust me Garcia, I'm pretty sure there was no 'grooving' involved."
"Oh, you shouldn't bet on that. I have a pretty reliable, and sober, source that says otherwise." Garcia smiled into the phone.
"What do I do? Should I tell her I'm sorry?" Reid asked embarrassed. He would be lying if he said that he had never thought of kissing JJ before, but he certainly hadn't envisioned doing it while he was discovering the joys of jello.
"NO! She'd probably destroy my computers in front of me if she found out I was telling you all of this. Just take it as a chance to 'test the waters'." Garcia advised.
"Garcia--"
"No, Reid. Make no mistake about this. You break my girl's heart and I will destroy you." She said with a strangely sadistic tone. "If at the end of this my girl is broken hearted, there will not be a hole deep enough for you to hide from me."
JJ was trying to discover if there was any way to kill yourself with a dress, or a plastic hanger. She had been stuck dress shopping with Emily, Allie, and Becca, for the last hour. Normally, she would have been able to spend an entire week in a mall without breaking a sweat, but after getting absolutely no sleep last night--and then being forced to pick out a dress for a high school dance, it was a little too torturous.
"JJ, do you need help in there?" Allie asked as Emily listened to Becca drone on about a subject no one cared about.
"No, I think I like this one the best. Let's just get it."
"No, you know the drill, you've got to come and show us." The younger girls squealed as JJ exited the dressing room in a too small gown.
"WOW! You totally have to try on this one now." Allie threw another dress full of sequins at her. Emily took this chance to extract herself from the chattering teenager and join JJ in the dressing room.
"JJ, you are not going to ruin this for me."
"What do you mean?"
"I never got to go to my high school Prom. I am now living vicariously through you." Emily said smugly.
"Emily, it's just a stupid dance, I've been to plenty--
"No, I either lived in a country where I didn't speak the language or we moved before it was Prom--my entire high school existence." Emily pouted, knowing her friend hated making people rehash painful memories.
"Wait, don't you speak like 16 different languages?"
"That's beside the point, this is important!
"Fine. I'm just a good friend. Did you never really go to PROM?"
"No. And, I like to make fun of you, and this totally lets me." Emily said impishly.
"You know these dresses are heineous, right?" JJ sighed.
"So how was dress shopping?" Morgan teased. The team was gathered around the dining room table of Rossi & Reid's house, once again briefing on anything new.
"Oh, you just wait until this is over, and I will like totally like make you suffer with a passion." JJ threatened.
"JJ, how many times did you just use the word like?" Morgan pointed out as JJ's eyes widened and her hand unconsciously covered her mouth.
"Hotch, we may need to get her out of there. She's starting to sound like a teenager." Emily feigned concern.
"Oh, you two are just a riot." JJ rolled her eyes at her plotting teammates.
"Ok, Garcia, what do you have for us?" Hotch asked, refocusing the team on their task.
"Well, you asked me to check for only children that have lived in the area and are now attending Midland or a surrounding school. Like I said before, I've got a big fat zilch."
"Do I sense a 'but' in there mama?" Morgan prodded.
"Only if it's yours, in which case I will go grab my dollar bills and you can give me a show, my big chocolate easter bunny." The team laughed loudly as Morgan ever so slightly blushed. "No. Actually yes, I decided to look for larger families with students attending Midland. As of that, we've got two families with teenagers that have lived in all of the areas, and one family with a teenager and an elementary school age kid. I've sent the info to your handhelds."
"The Johnsons, The Solielises, and The Graves." Hotch read from his PDA.
"You know, Nate Johnson has a rap for being kind of a wild kid." Reid informed the group.
"Reid, are you honestly listening to high school gossip?" Rossi asked as Reid blushed.
Hotch's cell interrupted the conference and the team listened to the one sided conversation intently. "Aaron Hotchner. Yes. What time? Thank you." He quickly shut the phone and smiled to the team, "That was the school counselor. He wanted to inform me of a seminar that he'd like to send JJ to."