[a/n: this story was only supposed to be one chapter, but then i started thinking about what emily might say if she noticed derek in his outfit from the day before, and it sounded good in my head, so i wrote it down. also, loved the comment that someone could totally see my first chapter happening in the show. when basing a story off spoilers, that is what i strive for :) love y'all. peace.]

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL HERE IN.. the towel made me do it, i swear...

Prentiss snorted in amusement as she watched Morgan saunter into the room.

"The player strikes again..", she muttered in undertone, causing Rossi and J.J. to smirk and exchange a glance in shared good humor.

Derek's brow crinkled in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"You come in here all 'Mr. Swagger' with yesterday's clothes on? That leads me to believe you've had one of your infamous 'dates' last night", Emily explained. "So! ...Who's the lucky lady?", she teased.

"None of your damn business", Derek sauced back, plunking down in his usual spot around the round table and lifting a folder from the pile in the middle of the table to leaf through. "And luck has never had anything to do with it."

"Anything to do with what?", Penelope asked unwittingly, arriving in on the conversation mid-sentence.

"Reid?", Emily asked as he had arrived shortly after Penelope. "You're a genius. Figure this out for us- How many women has Morgan gone home with in the years that you've known him?"

Reid scoffed. "I may excel at math, but even I'm not THAT good."

Rossi, J.J., and Emily laughed collectively.

"Ouch, pretty boy!", Derek scolded, swatting Reid playfully in the arm. "Watch yourself now."

"Okay then", Emily pressed on. "What is the probability that he went home with a 'date' last night?"

Reid studied Morgan calculatingly.

"Given the limited parameters presented to me by way of his current attire, level of cleanliness, and over-all aura of contentment, I would surmise that the probability would lean in fact towards the more likely end of the spectrum."

"So.. yes?", J.J. attempted to confirm. "He did go home with someone?"

"The probability is high", Reid nodded.

"See?", Emily jibbed, prodding Derek in the arm. "Even Reid thinks so."

"Aren't we supposed to be reviewing the case?", Penelope squawked over-hastily, trying to divert the attentions of her team away from their current line of questioning.

"Baby girl, chill", Derek tried to reassure her covertly. "We have to wait for Hotch."

"Come on, Morgan", Emily persisted. "You can tell us who it was. We're all friends here."

Penelope opened her mouth, but luckily she was saved from incrimination.

"Sorry I'm late everyone", Hotch apologized, swooping into the room just in time. "What've we got?"

"Ah...", Penelope faltered, forgetting herself momentarily. "..Murders- Right! There's been a string of suspicious murders in Atlantic City, which brings me to my own point of business; Sir, I can't work on this case if it turns out to be casino related."

"Is this to do with your sealed personal file?", Hotch guessed.

"Oh, no. Not mine, sir. It's Kevin's", Garcia assured him. "He's banned from Atlantic City and-"

"Hang on", Derek interrupted. "He was banned from Atlantic City? A whole city? How did he manage that?"

"He tried to rip off ten casinos at once and nearly succeeded", Reid answered, regarding a crime scene photo with close scrutiny.

"Yeah.. How'd you know that?", Penelope asked in surprise.

"I've read his file", Reid answered offhandedly, removing another crime scene photo from his folder and comparing the two he now held.

"You read Kevin's file?", she asked, confused as to why he would feel the need to.

"I've read everyone's file", Reid stated in a tone that suggested he thought this revelation should come as a surprise to no one. "Except the ones marked 'classified'. I left those alone."

"Garcia, if you're worried internal affairs will think you're gathering information for Kevin, I can appeal to them for you on your behalf", Hotch offered, ignoring Reid's rather harmless breach of privacy.

"Oh..", she hadn't thought of that option. "Well, thank you, sir."

"As long as you can assure me that you will stay objective in this and professional, we should be in the clear. Can you do that?", Hotch asked.

"Yes, sir. Most definitely so, sir", she nodded.

"Good", Hotch nodded determinedly. "Everyone else- we'll go over the finer points of the case on the way to the crime scene. Wheels up in thirty."

[a/n: working on a idea for chapter three. i'll post it as soon as it comes to fruition.]