Chapter 10- The Epilogue Chapter

AN: I really didn't think this needed an epilogue, but I was typing and suddenly, POW! This came to mind... hope you all like it... Dedicated to onetreefan, who suggested a song in a review, and Sangreal7, klcm, and Harlie (My right hand woman!), who all discussed perfect songs with me...Please see the postscript AN...

"That one really is perfect, Hot Stuff."

Derek cocked his head to the right and arched a brow. "I'm not digging it."

It was after hours; they were waiting for the rest of the team to arrive so they could go for a beer. While they waited, they were working out a private dancing soundtrack. They were having some luck coming up with songs they agreed on, but not much.

Penelope swiveled on her chair and lowered her glasses down her nose. "That's what you thought of Cream, too."

Thinking back to two months ago, when his Baby Girl had strutted her stuff for him, he had realized he did think that about the song. Now, it was on his iPod® playlist, the CD was in the SUV, and it was on the hard drive to his computer. Hell, he even had a copy of that CD at his mother's in Chicago.

He never knew when it would come in handy.

"You're right," he said, leaning forward, his hands on her armrests.

She reached up and curled her hands in the soft fabric of his black shirt, then leaned her face upward, her mouth nearly touching his. "As usual..."

"Hey, Garcia, I... Oh, hi, Morgan."

Derek growled, and looked at the door with exasperation. "Don't you ever knock?"

"Sorry!" the young genius replied, blushing just a bit. "Geez, this is still rather sudden for me, and-"

"I cut you slack last week when you walked in on us after hours. Next time-"

Penelope put a hand on Derek's chest. "There won't be a next time, because we will wait in the lobby after work."

"What about when we're at work?"

"We need to behave on company time," she said primly.

Derek snorted. "Since when have we ever behaved?"

"That's true," Reid added, then noticed the computer. "What are you looking at?"

"Songs for dancing," Pen replied.

"What kind of dancing?" JJ asked, coming into the office with Emily.

Derek grinned. "Sexy dancing."

"Dontcha by Pussycat Dolls," Emily replied. "That one is always fun at the clubs."

"No," Pen said. "Stripping dancing."

"Oh, good Lord," Emily groaned.

"Same group. Buttons." JJ nodded, then replied again, "Or Toxic by Brittney Spears."

Emily cringed. "Nothing by her, I can't stand her. How about Figured You Out by Nickelback?"

"Too loud," JJ said, getting a nod from Pen.

"You Can Leave Your Hat On?" Hotch added from the doorway.

"Too cliché," Emily replied, getting a look from Derek and a chuckle from Penelope.

"I know the perfect song. The Stripper by David Rose orchestra." Rossi smiled, and began to hum/sing, "Bah-dah-dah, ba- DAH-dah dum!"

"That old thing?" Emily growled.

"Now that is cliché," Hotch said at the same time.

Pretty soon, everyone in the lair was arguing rather loudly over which song had preference over the other and why.

Everyone but Spencer Reid.

"I know the perfect song," he said quietly.

"You?" Morgan asked incredulously, then grinned wickedly. "What? Mahna Mahna from Sesame Street?"

After glaring at Morgan, Reid stood, reached for the laptop, then pulled the song up on YouTube.

Pen was the first to react.. "Wow...that... that's good." Her eyes were wide, and her lips pursed in surprise. "Really good."

The rest of the group sat dumbfounded, nodding their agreement.

Reid strutted out of the room, thinking to himself, They should never mess with a genius...

AN: We'll never know what song he picked, but I figure, we all have our favorites in mind! LOL

Thank you so much for reading, and see you next story, which will probably be posted either Sunday night or Monday morning. I'm going camping and won't be in town, so I will answer reviews and post after. Have a nice weekend! Love, Kricket