The team, tired and cold checked into the hotel provided for the rest of the night. The two day stay would end tomorrow with everyone glad to be getting back to Quantico. Everyone went to their separate rooms and literally fell into bed. Garcia heard a soft knock at the door.
"Coming", Garcia said, her footsteps muffled by the thick plush carpeting. Opening the door she saw the last person she thought she'd see.
"Reid?" Garcia said.
"Hey Penelope", Reid said, shuffling his feet. "Did I wake you? I'm so sorry. I'll just go…" Reid turned to leave and Garcia pulled his arm.
"Get in here, Boy Wonder", she said laughing as she pulled him in the door. "What brings you by my boudoir?"
"I was just coming back from photographing the storm." Reid said. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about me and…"
"Omigosh, I didn't even notice it had started!" Garcia ran to the window and looked out with awe. "Um, Reid how long ago did you come in?"
"About an hour, why?"
"And what floor are we on?" Garcia said quietly.
"Third. Pen, what's going on?" Reid said, walking over to the window.
"I don't think the snow is supposed to be this high", Garcia said, her voice quivering. Reid looked outside and marveled. In a matter of an hour, a huge snow drift had covered the front of the charming, old, front entrance/exit only hotel, and it was still snowing.
"We're snowed in!" Reid said excitedly. A loud knock came on Garcia's door.
"I'm coming", she said, and when she opened the door Morgan was standing there in just pajama pants and flip flops. Penelope Garcia's heart stopped and she lost all use of her brain.
"Mama, have you seen Pretty Boy?" he asked, obviously upset.
"I'm here Morgan, what's up?" Reid answered. Morgan crossed the room with the quickness.
"This is all your fault", he said enunciating each word.
"What?" Reid said trying not to smile.
"What?" Morgan said with a mock laugh. "What, he says? You brought this storm, Genius", Morgan said flopping down on Garcia's bed. "I can't be stranded here! I have plans!"
Garcia's heart fell a little when she heard this. He was eager to get home to someone else. 'Cheer up', she reminded herself. 'We're still best friends.'
"Honey Dew", Garcia said sitting down next to Morgan. "I don't think that Reid talked to the weather gods and made this."
"Yeah, well, he's loving it!" Morgan said huffing. Another knock came.
"Great balls of fire, I'm popular!" Garcia said giggling. She opened the door to find JJ in just a tank and boy shorts.
"Garcie have you, oh!" JJ said, trying to pull her shorts down a bit. For Reid it was too late. His eyes had followed the trail of her long legs from foot to hip.
"Jayje! Wait, come in, it's freezing. Here", she said handing her a spare robe.
"Thanks", JJ said wrapping herself up. "Did you guys' heat go out too?"
"Your heat stopped?" Reid said. "I'll be back."
"Me too", Morgan said following him.
"So Garcie", JJ said smiling. "Reid and a half naked Morgan?"
"I know right!" she said laughing. "And you chased them away!" She laughed out loud when another knock came.
"Good gracious of me!" Garcia said. Opening the door , Emily stood in her footie flannel pajamas.
"Em! This is a good look for you." Garcia said letting her in.
"My heat is out!" Emily said. "Yours too, JJ?"
"Yep", she said, standing next to Garcia's heater. "Penelope here is the only one, it seems, with heat."
Garcia sat down and two more knocks came. "Oh just come in!" Garcia said laughing.
Hotch walked in with white tube socks, jeans and t-shirt. Rossi was right behind him.
"Is this where the party is, Kitten?" Rossi said grabbing a seat in a nearby chair.
"I guess so." Garcia said. "You guys out of heat too?"
Rossi nodded but Hotch was completely mesmerized. There stood Emily Prentiss in the most non-sexiest footie flannel pajamas ever and he was getting more turned on by the second.
"Hotch?" Emily said.
"Yeah", he said coming out of his daze. "My heat's out too."
A series of knocks came followed by a very childish argument.
"Did not!"
"Did too! Now whatever rain dance you did to start this, make it stop!"
"Rossi", Garcia said wearily. "Will you please let Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dee in?"
Rossi opened the door.
"I heard that, Princess", Morgan said cracking a small smile.
"Look", Reid said. "I wanted to see the storm but I didn't cause it."
"Look, Man", Morgan said. "On some level in my brain I know it's true. It's just easier to take it out on you. My plans are utterly ruined. You can't get back deposits."
"What plans, Morgan?" Rossi said.
"Um", Morgan stammered.
"Yeah, what gives Bro?" Reid said mocking.
"Uh, fine", Morgan said giving up when the team wouldn't stop badgering him. By now, everyone had grabbed a seat with Hotch in a chair by the wall and Emily on the floor leaning against his leg, Rossi by the door in a chair and JJ, Garcia and Reid in the bed.
"I was planning on showing a special lady just how much she means to me with a carriage ride and romantic dinner."
"That's sounds wonderful", Garcia whispered.
"I hope so. It was for you." Morgan said, looking her in the eyes.