Here I am, trying to keep to my promise of updating more regularly. Thank you all so very much for nominating this story in the CM Profiler's Choice Awards. I am so happy that you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it. Here's more of the team!

"Baby girl!"

"Whoa!" Pen staggered backwards as Morgan pulled her into a big bear hug. "What's up my hunk of chocolate love?" Her voice was muffled against his chest. When he still hadn't released her ten seconds later (ten seconds was a hell of a long time – especially when she had both hands full of luggage and alcohol).

Her best friend finally straightened up, if somewhat reluctantly. "Holy shit, I am so glad to see you, you have no idea."

"O..kay." Pen shoved her bags at him. "Here, take these while you explain what's going on." She closed the car door and headed towards the opened front door. "What's wrong, has Emily been teasing you again?"

"Yes," he said, pursing his mouth as he followed her inside.

"Oh my God, Morgan," laughed Emily from the couch. "Are you actually pouting?"

"I do not pout!" he retorted, shooting her a death glare, which she completely ignored.

"Oh yes you do," said Pen. "I mean, I love you to bytes, but you so do pout."

Morgan, put the bags down next to the couch. "When? When did I last pout? Huh? Huh?" he challenged.

"You mean not counting the one we saw three point seven five seconds ago?" interjected Reid, making Emily guffaw.

"Haha, good one, Dr Reid," said the slim brunette, winking at him.

"Thanks." Reid grinned back at her, ignoring Morgan's angry growl. "Well, let's see. You were pouting when JJ and I arrived an hour ago, because you found out that Emily and Hotch got the double room with the best view in the house. Then there was yesterday, when the final results of the firearm, tactics and hand-to-hand combat contest were posted and you came third."

"That was totally rigged!" said Morgan, looking furious. "I have never, ever, ever, come second, never mind third. There is no freaking way the top two results were DEA guys. Hell, I bet they were taking some of those steroids they recovered from that warehouse bust."

"Oh dear, Reid, did you have to bring that up?" Pen heaved a huge sigh, dropping down on the couch next to Emily. "Now we're going to hear about that for the next three days."

Reid looked gleeful. "And oh, how could I forget?" He paused. "Actually that's a rhetorical question, because I can never forget. The crowning glory? You pouted for like seven days straight when you – "

"Reid no!" shouted Emily, Pen and JJ at the same time.

But it was too late. Reid had already finished his sentence. "…when you found out Anderson beat you in the 'Best Butt in the BAU' contest."

The silence that followed that statement was so thick that Pen thought she could hear the seconds tick by on her smartphone. Oh shit, she thought when she saw the tips of Morgan's ears turn red.

"I. Did. Not. Lose. To. Anderson." The words came out between clenched teeth. "He totally cheated."

"He did?" JJ looked surprised. "How?"

"JJ!" hissed Pen. "Why are you riling the angry lion?"

"What?" said JJ, putting on her little orphan Annie hurt look. "I was just curious."

"You know very well that Anderson went around to everyone and gave them a cupcake in exchange for voting for him," snarled Morgan.

"Yeah, that was an ass-tounding effort and sweet assss…." chimed in Emily. "He is such a clever little butt..on."

"Oh, the double choc cupcake with the peanut butter icing was rear-ly, rear-ly good," said JJ, pointing to her bottom when she said 'rear', causing Emily to snicker. "And the raspberry one with the oozy white chocolate centre was ass-pecially good too."

"What the hell guys!" yelled Morgan just when Hotch walked into the living room, a beer in his hand. "You're supposed to be my friends, and you betray me over some stupid confectionary?!"

"I wasn't bribed by confectionary," volunteered Hotch, sitting down next to Emily. He smiled down at her before bending down to kiss her on her nose.

Pen's heart would have melted right at that moment except for the fact that her bff was currently glaring at her like he was Samson and she was Delilah – right after she had cut off his hair. "Babe! I voted for you! And I, too, like Hotch, was not bribed by cake." But oh man, had she been tempted. It had been that time of the month and she was so freeking close to dropping on her knees and worshipping at the altar of Anderson if only he could just give her a morsel, a teeny , tiny crumb of the double choc peanut butter icing topped piece of silver. She had finally known what Judas must have felt like when he betrayed Jesus. Although he was obviously much weaker than her cos he wasn't even on his period when he accepted the 30 pieces of silver.

Morgan looked slightly mollified. "Thank you, babycakes. And thanks boss."

"Oh." Hotch looked non-plussed. "Uh, I meant I wasn't bribed because there was no need to. I'd already voted for Anderson."

The other profiler's mouth dropped open and Pen saw Reid wince. "Wait, you mean you thought Anderson's ass was better than mine?"

Hotch paused. "I don't know if I really thought about the subject in question, but objectively speaking, Anderson's appeared better."

"How the hell can Anderson's ass be better than this?" Morgan turned around and in front of all of them, let his jeans drop to his ankles.

Pen's jaw dropped open along with everyone's else's. Reid squeaked and covered his eyes with both hands.

"I mean, come on guys." Morgan slapped his butt cheeks and then squeezed them. "These are harder than steel. Seriously."

"Holy Christ!"

Everyone in the room jumped at Dave's loud exclamation. They looked up to see him standing in the doorway, bag in hand, looking flabbergasted.

"What the everlasting hell is going on here?!"

At that, the three women looked at each other and then simultaneously burst out laughing. They laughed even harder when Morgan suddenly jumped into action and pulled up his jeans so fast that he almost tripped.

"M-Mo-Morgan…w-was t-trying to show us the error of our ways w-when we v-voted for A-Anderson," gasped Emily, wiping the tears from her eyes. "That was very possibly the grossest thing I have ever seen."

"Hey, come on," said Pen, trying to defend the poor, battered and bruised ego of her friend. "It's a really nice ass, you gotta give him that."

"It may very well be," answered JJ. "But I couldn't quite tell seeing as I was totally distracted by the leopard print underwear."

"So true," agreed Emily. "But hey, it could have been worse. It could have been a g-string."

"Ewww." JJ made a face.

"I know, right? My morning sickness would have made an appearance for sure if Morgan had been wearing that."

A shocked silence followed and Emily clapped a hand to her mouth, eyes rounded. "Oh crap. I didn't mean for that to come out like it did." She looked at Hotch, whose eyebrows were only very slightly raised, while a smile played about his mouth. "I'm sorry."

He took her hand and brought it to his mouth for a kiss. "No need to apologise." He looked up at the team. "We were going to tell you this weekend anyhow. So we're expecting um…" he smiled. "Well, triplets."

"Oh my GOODNESS!" squealed Pen, throwing her arms around her girlfriend. "TRIPLETS! That is so freaking amazing!"

JJ ran over and joined in the hug, while Dave came over and pumped Hotch's hand heartily.

"Triplets! You close-mouthed son of a gun. Oh should I say fertile son of a gun," said Dave, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I can't be happier for the both of you." He kissed Emily on the cheek. "Congratulations. You are both going to make great parents."

"And we're all going to be godparents, right?" Pen winked at Emily, who grinned back at her.

"Fo' sure! Well." The brunette profiler hedged when Morgan came and gave her a reluctant hug, obviously still a little put out by her earlier teasing. "I don't know if my innocent little babies can have a godparent who wears leopard print underwear."

"Give me a break," groaned Morgan. "I didn't get a chance to do my laundry last week. This are my last pair of jocks."

"Umm… so what were you planning to wear tomorrow?" asked JJ, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I have my trunks for going to the beach, and after, I was just going to go commando." He shrugged.

"The only thing I'm going to say about that is we are so not sharing a room," said Dave.

"What? You think you're so attractive that if I go without underpants I'm going to be overcome with lust and jump your old bones?"

Dave shrugged, dropping his bag on the floor and walking over to the bar next to the entertainment unit. "It's happened before."

"What?" Morgan flung himself down on an armchair. "You are such a liar, Rossi."

"Okay, okay," interjected Hotch, his tone mild. "Let's not get into a fight about Rossi's possible non-consensual sexual encounter. And seriously, Morgan, have you ever heard of something called a store? You can even buy underwear there. Just keep that in mind for next time. The thought of you kicking a door down sans underwear doesn't even bear thinking about."

Pen bit her lip hard to stop herself from laughing when her supervisor actually shuddered. It was then that she realised Reid had been silent all this time. "Reid? Are you all right?"

Everyone's eyes shot over to their resident genius who was still seated on one of the armchairs. He hadn't moved at all since Morgan dropped his pants.

"Yes," answered the doctor, voice slightly muffled by his hands. "Is it over? Is Morgan dressed? Cos I really want to take my hands away from my eyes and congratulate Emily and Hotch. But I also really, really, really, don't want to see Morgan's rear end again. It'll just be embarrassing to have to go back to seeing the psychologist."

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