First, thanks to Sofia2015 for suggesting this song for another one of my stories. This will be appearing in one or two of them in the future. Second, I do not own Criminal Minds, or Allan Jackson or George Strait's music!

After solving a particularly nasty case in Detroit, the BAU decided to stop in at a bar and try to calm down.

As they were nursing their various drinks, Reid noticed a sign for karaoke. He quietly got up, and spoke to the DJ. He figured this would be a good release for all the pent up stress of the last few cases, and as he was still reeling over Maeve's untimely death, he needed to let out his feelings.

"Spence?" JJ asked, seeing the normally reserved genius looking through the songs.

"What is our resident genius doing?" Garcia wondered.

"Five bucks says Pretty Boy sings," Morgan joked.

"I'd like to be part of that," Rossi put five dollars in the middle of the table.

"Ten says he runs off," Blake added her own bet to the makeshift pot.

However, the music began, and Reid took the microphone.

Nobody saw them running
From 16th Avenue
They never found the fingerprints
Or the weapon that was used

"All right, Reid!" Garcia shouted. She grinned mischievously at Morgan, saying, "Sorry, sweetness, but it looks like I've got a new man!"

But someone killed country music
Cut out it's heart and soul
They got away with murder
Down on music row

"Spence, of all the songs to sing, why that one?" JJ scolded playfully. "We look at murders all the time, and now when we want to relax, you sing about another one?"

Reid just waved at her as he sang the next line.

The almighty dollar
And the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition
And for that, someone should hang

("Ahh, you tell 'em, Reid," Morgan spoke up, joining him onstage.)

They all say "Not Guilty!"
But the evidence will show
That murder was committed
Down on music row

Then he and Reid sang together, For the steel guitars no longer cry
And the fiddles barely play
But drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Are mixed up in your face

Reid finished the chorus, Ol' Hank wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio
Since they committed murder
Down on music row

Morgan took over, They thought no one would miss it
Once it was dead and gone
They said no one would buy them ol'
Drinkin' and cheatin' songs

(Rossi smirked. "Oh, but I still buy 'em.")

"That makes two of us, Dave," Hotch said dryly.

He and Rossi had to join in,
Well there ain't no justice in it
And the hard facts are cold
Murder's been committed
Down on music row

Now the entire BAU joined the chorus,
For the steel guitars no longer cry
And you can't hear fiddles play
With drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Mixed right up in your face

Reid sang solo again, Why the Hag wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio
Since they committed murder
Down on music row

Then the team finished the song,
Why they even tell the Possum
To pack up and go back home
There's been an awful murder
Down on music row

Over the applause, Rossi said, "Once again, Dr. Reid, I am surprised by your hidden talents."

"Thanks for singing with me...and Alex, I believe you lost ten dollars!" Reid said as he watched Morgan collect the pot.

"Did I ever tell you that I hate karaoke?" Blake grumbled good-naturedly.