Chapter One: In Which The Case is Wrapped, and Morgan is Accosted

JJ turned to face the team, tucking her phone away in her jacket pocket. "Well, I've dealt with Strauss, so we're free to leave as soon as Hotch gets ba-" She was interrupted by the door swinging open and the man in question striding through towards them. The team rose to their feet slowly, exhausted by the harrowing case that they'd just closed. You could see it etched into their faces, and feel it in the fog that seemed to surround them.

Hotch shook hands with the man he'd been talking to, thanking him for all his cooperation. "Okay, the police can take it from here. Let's go." Nodding to the officer, the six of them followed him out of the building, and into the frigid air.

Reid let out a gasp as the wind whipped his hair around his face. Born and bred in Las Vegas, the cold was something that the genius had never quite managed to wrap his (overly large) mind around. The fact that he had managed to mislay his coat earlier in the week wasn't helping his general temperament, and therefore Reid wore three scarves and two jumpers instead. The rest of the team, whilst better dressed for the elements, weren't exactly enjoying the freezing weather either, it had been rather a point of contention all week. As they trudged up the street, heading for their hired SUV, Morgan shouted above the noise of the traffic.

"Drinks?"

There was a chorus of agreement.

*

Garcia (clad in purple checked pyjamas) was racing down the hotel corridor, dragging both Emily and JJ by their hands.

"Let's go, let's go!"

"You know, I don't think they're going to be okay with this..."

"Shh, have faith in my powers of persuasion Emily!"

"Guys... we went past their room."

"I said I had powers of persuasion, not location!"

Eventually finding the door that she was looking for, she gave the other two a stern look and ordered them to "Stay" before she released them. Knocking on the hotel door, she grinned. It had been a tough week on all of them, and this, this was just what the doctor ordered.

Morgan peered out.

"Now, I'm not opposed to opening the door to three pretty ladies in pyjamas, but what brings you here?"

"You flatter me angel cakes. Now, I don't think we've done enough drinking, so we're going to have a little pyjama party. We have supplies," (Emily held up a bag of drinks, and JJ a bag of snacks), " but now we need a room. So move over boys, because as of now, you have company!" Tired and mildly tipsy, Morgan didn't even question her, just stepped aside and held open the door.

"After you ladies."