"What the hell do you want?" Garcia groaned, swinging her door open. It was five in the morning, she did not want to be disturbed. Yet, here she was, answer her for at the butt crack of dawn. At her door was the men of the BAU. Morgan was standing there with a grin, Rossi looked moderately bored, and Hotch looked stoic as normal.

"We are here to kidnap Reid." Hotch said in the most serious tone.

"Ah, I see, you should have called first."Garcia said as she opened the door completely.

"Thanks, Baby Girl."

"No problem, show him a fun time guys but no underage drinking, okay?"

"I can't promise that." Rossi smirked and the other two rolled their eyes.

"Don't listen to him, he's batty." Morgan grinned before walking over to the couch that Spencer was slumbering soundly on.

"Hey!"

"Do you think we can take this couch?" Morgan asked with pursed lips, putting his hands on the end of the couch.

"Not unless you want to get stuck in an endless sea of spam and pop ups that I will plague you with if you do." Garcia threatened, wagging a finger at him.

"It's okay, we'll just take the boy." Rossi drawled on, stepping towards the couch. "Okay then Morgan, you get the feet. Hotch, you get his arms."

"And what will you be doing?" Morgan quirked a brow.

"Supervising."

"Isn't that normally my job?" Hotch smiled slightly as he strolled over to the couch.

"Not today it isn't."

"Okay then, lets do this thing!"

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Reid opened his bleary eye's to find himself, well... not on Garcia's couch. He fumbled around for his glasses before finding them. Strangely, they weren't on Garcia's coffee table but on a bedside table. It was then that he realized that he was in some kind of hotel room.

"What the-"

"Hey there, sleepy head." Rossi said, walking in and handing the eighteen yearold a cup of coffee.

"What is going on!?" Reid huffed, taking the coffee.

"We are giving to the eighteenth birthday celebratation you never got because you were commiting your mother." Morgan said, entering.

"It's not my birthday!"

"Details, details." Morgan waved a hand, dismissing the thought.

"Just go with it, Reid, I am." Hotch said with a shrug of the shoulders.

"Well I believe I know where this is going and I don't like it. If you think you're taking me to a strip club you are mistaken." Spencer crossed his arms with a scowl.

"Come on, Reid, have you ever even been to a strip club outside of work?" Morgan groaned.

"Morgan I grew up in Las Vegas! I saw strippers go to work on my walk home from school. One time, I got lost and ended up wondering into one. One of those nice women drove me home."

"Okay, so you got a piont, but still. You-"

"No! I don't want to!" Spencer scowled.

"But we already kidnapped you!"

"Well maybe if you want to give me an eighteenth birthday so badly, Hotch can get Jack and we can go get Will and Henry and we can all do something." Spencer offered with a gesture of his hand.

"Well Will is working today and I think that bringing the kiddos would sorta bring down the mood of the day but if you don't want to go to a strip club we can go to Morgan's house and knock back some beers-" Rossi started before Reid cut him off.

"Rossi, I'm eighteen years old!" Reid squeaked with wide eyes.

"I forgot that you were nerd for a second." Rossi groaned and rolled his eyes. "Fine, juice for you but we watch R-rated movies. And before you can put the kabosh on this plan you should know that it would be great bonding for the males on the team and it will help us see you as an adult when you return to work when you're twenty-two."

"Fine, lets just get out of here."

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"Male bonding? Nice sell piont." Morgan smirked as he a Rossi as they walked into the kitchen.

"Well we had to do something." Rossi rolled his eyes.

"That kid does need to calm a little though." Morgan groaned and crossed his arms.

"I know, I could do without movie reviews." Rossi said, taking out a shiny object. "I think I got just the potion to fix him."

"A flask?" Morgan raised a brow. "Isn't that illegal?"

"Only a little. It's just a little vodka to calm him down a little, plus he was three Federal Agents watching him. Whats the worst that could happen?"

"If this almost a month has taught us anything? Alot."

"Just a little bit in his tea, thats all. He's a man now anyway, and we both know that the legal drinking age is all politics anyway. Your telling me that you never drank before you were twenty-one?" Rossi crossed his arms at him.

"That besides the point. Look, we are Federal Agents, we can't give him alcohol. Besides, you know that recovering addicts aren't supposed to drink and if we are going to get him drunk we should only do it once at the right time."

"And that right time is...?"

"His twenty-oneth birthday celebratation."

"Right. Well if I'm going to have to sit through the movie reviews and statics, I'm going to need a drink." Rossi said, poring himself something to drink.

"Yeah, make one for me to, I love the kid, but he's being really... nerdy."

"What do you expect, Morgan, he's the BAU's resident genius. He's king of the nerds." Rossi snorted, pouring a second glass.

"What does the BAU have to do with that?"

"Morgan, the BAU is a team elite of profilers. We are the big brains of the FBI. We are a group of super nerds." Rossi said, picking up his drink.

"Well I agree on the super part, not so much on the nerd part." Morgan said, picking up his drink.

"Eh, think what you want, it doesn't matter much to me. Drink up."

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They had gone to go get drinks half an hour ago. Spencer scowled slightly and licked his dry lips. He was thristy and bored. How were they supposed to 'male bond' if they weren't there?

"They have been in the kitchen awhile." Hotch grunted.

"Yes.."

"For the period of time that they have been in there and the amount of laughter we have heard, chances are their drunk. Scotch, probably." Hotch said, crossing his arms.

"I'd say vodka. It's easier to slip into things so Rossi would bring it to try to slip it to me, probably." Spencer said, tipping his head up towards.

"We should probably go get them before they hurt themselves."

"Yeah." Spencer got up with a stretch. "Time to have some 'male bonding.'"

"Go team." Hotch smiled, standing up. They walked into the kitchen and found just what they thought they would.

"N-no... THERE."

"I dun see i'"

"There!"

Morgan and Rossi were staring at the ceiling and Morgan was pionting up at something. They were very clearly drunk. Spencer went and sniffed their glasses.

"Vodka."

"What are we going to do with them?" Hotch asked as they looked on as Morgan continued to try to piont out something on the ceiling that may or may not exist.

"I'm not sure..."

"Maybe we should just lock them up somewhere intill they are sober."

"Sounds like the best plan I've heard all day."

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"...Hotch?" Spencers voice squeaked and Hotch looked over at him.

"Yes?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"What the-"

CRASH.

"The front yard!" Spencer and Hotch yelled, standing up and running towards the frontyard. This should be good.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Spencer screeched at the top of his lungs when he saw Morgan, sprawled out on a matress on the front lawn.

"DID HE LAND OKAY?" Rossi shouted out the window he was leaning out of.

"HOW DID YOU TWO MANAGE THIS?"

"Weeeellll first we pushed tried to... to push out the matress... and I fell out to." Morgan slurred with a chuckle.

"You could have killed yourself!" He squeaked, mouth gapping.

"You could have killed yourself!" Morgan mocked in a high pinched mocking tone.

"Reid, go inside while I handle Morgan." Hotch said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Reid, go inside while I handle Morgan." Morgan mocked in a comicly deep voice as Reid threw his hands up and stomped inside.

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"So much for male bonding." Spencer said with a small smile as they all sit in the living room. The moon was high in the sky and Morgan and Rossi were knocked out on the couch, snoring loudly. Only Hotch and Spencer were awake.

"Not exactly the day we had planned but hey, it better then commiting your mother, right?" Hotch gave him a smile.

"Way better, thanks for doing this but for my twenty first birthday lets cut the kidnapping, please." Spencer laughed, shaking his head.

"I think we can manage that. I never wanted to kidnap you in the first place."

"Yeah, I figured that. You acted like to were kidnapped to." Spencer laughed, shaking his head.

"Yeah, well I could drive you home if you want."

"No, I'm fine, sleepovers are fun."

"Okay then. Happy mock eighteenth birthday, Reid."

"Thanks."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Agggghhhh, this chapter sucks and is short and I'm sorry! I wasn't very inspired and their was a lot of potentail here for things... WAAYYYYYY out of my comfort zone and the whole thing feel flat XD Sorry! I'll try to do better! I'm starting to outline my next story and this one is winding down SOOOO... eheheheh... I'll try to do better -u-"

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