Spencer Reid was used to dealing with perplexing situations, but he was having a hard time fathoming just what JJ, Emily and Garcia were doing in his and Morgan's room. The reason wasn't important right now. What was, was that he was trapped in the bathroom in his underwear, and he'd accidentally left his ratty Caltech shirt that served as a pyjama top on the bed. Damn it! He thought to himself. Come on, he chided himself. Improvise! There must be something I could use...

*

Emily was unpacking the various bottles she'd brought onto the desk, when she heard a door opening. Spinning quickly to see what she missed, she caught a glimpse of what look like a sprinting Reid wrapped in a...what was that? A shower curtain? He turned a furious tomato, grabbed something, and turned tail and fled back to the bathroom.

The team froze for a second, nobody quite sure what they'd just witnessed. Confusion hung in the air, and slowly the giggles began to rise, almost, but not quite hitting the surface, not quite let loose, out loud.

A blushing Reid bedecked in a threadbare t-shirt and shorts slowly stepped out of the bathroom.

The dam broke.

Hysterics rose and filled the hotel room in the giddy manner of the bubbles in fizzy drinks. Tears streaming down their faces, clutching each other for support, JJ and Garcia fell backwards onto the bed. Emily caught Morgan's eye and the pair erupted into even more laughter. This carried on for several minutes, but felt more like an eternity to Reid (who was now so red that Emily was concerned for his health). Finally, the four calmed down, letting loose the odd hiccup.

"It wasn't that funny." said Reid in a most indignant manner, the violent blush beginning to calm slightly.

"Man... what was that?" Morgan asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Forgot my shirt..."the lanky doctor muttered.

Emily couldn't help but see the flaw in the logic in this. "So use the towel?"

Reid's mouth dropped open, brain working overtime to think a response.

"I'm err- I, I mean to say that is, of course I, hmm, um. You see," He paused. Nothing came.

"Alright. I didn't think of that." The laughter began again, but less raucously then last time. "What are you all doing in here anyway?" JJ waved the snacks , and Reid's attention was caught. "Are they... M&Ms?"

The party resumed.

*

"I have never... gotten a parking ticket."

"That's because you drive like a 92 year old Reid."

"Just because I'm not reckless like some people!"

"Guys, break it up. Okay, all those jailbirds with tickets to their names... drink!"

"Can't Garcia."

"WHY?"

"No more."

"How can there be no more? I bought four bottles!"

"It has been three hours Em'ly..."

"Woah..."

"You're all missing the point. What do we do NOW?"

"It's too late to go buy anymore, and the bar's shut. Maybe it's time to call it a nigh-"

"BAD JJ."

"Fine. But what do all you drunkards have planned?"

"Not drunk. Tipsy. Very slightly tipsy, as are you."

"Morgan... I think we're trashed."

"OW! What was that?"

"It's a mini cupboard... what's in it Spence?"

"MORE."