As they all seemed to stumble into the BAU at the same time, bumping into each other wasn't a good thing. Especially at work. As they sat up and tried to steady themselves, all of the members of the team winced in reaction to falling. They didn't expect to get that wasted, but heck, why not have fun? Reid seemed to have been the worst, and, the team knowing his low tolerance to alcohol, gave him sympathetic looks. Reid still remembered what he'd said last night, and so far, there weren't any invading questions. He was thankful for that. At least maybe they could all forget about that and return to the semi-normal life they lived previous of the revealing night, although it was fun, even for Reid once they all let the Hankel case go. And, as Morgan promised, Reid got to hang out and dance with a few pretty ladies, although he couldn't remember it, but it didn't help that Morgan had been taking pictures of a drunken Reid trying to pull the moves on the ladies, and he sure could do that when he was drunk. You could hardly tell of his high IQ level when he was in that drunken state... he almost seemed normal, save for the paleness and anorexic look they've all grown to know. And as Morgan stood and pulled his phone out, he clicked a few buttons and showed it to Reid. Knowing Reid, with his eidetic memory and such, he immediately remembered the night...
Flashback:
Morgan stood, half buzzed, taking numerous pictures of Reid by the bar next to some girls. Soon, the girls were all dancing with Reid, and surprisingly, he had a few good moves too. By the end of the night, Reid had danced with twice as many girls as Morgan did, along with five numbers. Morgan was surprised at the young genius. He never would've thought he had it in him to get so many girls in one night.
Reid glared at Morgan, and Morgan just smiled. Maybe he shouldn't've shown him the pictures before Reid had his morning coffee. But, they were all on the hungover side, and knew it would be a long day of interrogations with Strauss. Now noticing that their being hungover was very visible, they all groaned at the thought of having to listen to the evil bitch's voice yelling and threatening to break up the Bureau's finest team.
After taking a sip of his coffee, Reid sighed out of relief he hadn't been asked any questions, yet, at least. He knew they'd come sooner or later, but he'd chosen later over anything to get his story straight. It was still a little hazy to him. He couldn't, yet, believe what Morgan and Rossi had found. They'd promised to keep it a secret, but he'd been promised many things many times before only to be let down, so, he figured, why was this any different? After realizing that fact, he sighed sadly to himself and proceeded to his desk to finish up on some lingering paperwork scattered on his desk. Just the thought of having to use his brain gave him a headache.
After a few minutes of silence, Reid spoke up. "Remind me to NEVER EVER drink alcohol again." Reid announced in a hushed tone, only so Morgan and Emily could hear him. They started laughing.
Epilogue:
Two weeks later:
"Hey, I almost forgot, what happened that night at the bar?" Hotch asked. The whole team looked up expectantly. Reid's eyes widened.
FIN
A/N: I know, not a good place to end it, but there you go. It's very short and I wish I didn't have writer's block, but sadly, I've been diagnosed...