The teams were decided, and Kate was on a team with Rossi, Reid, Garcia, Morgan and Monty.

That left Garrett's team, which was Hotch, Cruz, Simmons, Lily and JJ.

"You pick who's going first," Garrett said. "We've decided on something, and we just need you to pick the unlucky someone."

Rossi looked amused at his choice of words. "Well, Reid's smart. You'll go first, right, Reid?"

"Sure," Reid agreed, standing up.

"Here it is," Garrett said, telling Reid it in a whisper.

"Do you think we can win, Callahan?" Morgan asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"I'm not sure," Kate said. "We've got Garcia and Monty. I think they'd be the best at this game, and you and Rossi bring that competitive drive. But I don't think that Hotch and JJ would like to lose either, so I think they'll be bringing their a-game."

"Shrewd profiling," Morgan whispered. "I've got my money on us, though. Oh, Reid's going."

In the center of the room, Reid stood with his arms at his sides, then brought up his hand and whirled it next to his ear.

"Movie," Garcia said.

"And book," Monty said, as Reid did the sign for book.

"First word," Rossi narrated.

Reid held up both hands, and repeated the motion five times.

"Oh, no," Kate said, the words bursting from her before she could stop herself. "Not Fifty Shades of Grey."

There was stunned silence, then Reid applauded. "Good job, Kate!"

She flushed, seeing the looks on the other team members faces. "What?"

JJ and Hotch whispered together conspiratorially and Kate had a feeling they'd be giving her an extra hard title to mime.

Rossi patted Kate's shoulder. "Great job, Kate. You want to pick the next title? I think Hotch is up on their side."

Indeed, Hotch was standing up rather deliberately, as if to show that his team wasn't just made of poorly chosen movie titles.

Her mind went blank. "Um. You've Got Mail?"

"Seriously?" Morgan asked, as Garcia clapped.

"I love that movie, you have to do it," she enthused.

"I've never seen it," Monty admitted.

"Maybe you've seen The Shop Around the Corner, then," Reid interrupted. "It's actually a remake. Or maybe you've seen In the Good Old Summertime. You see, The Shop Around the Corner was 1940, and starred Jimmy Stewart, but In the Good Old Summertime was 1949 and starred Judy Garland."

"Cool your jets, Genius Boy," Garcia said. "If he hasn't seen You've Got Mail, I doubt he's seen something even older than it."

Reid shrugged and lifted his hands in defeat, but his eyes were sparkling. He didn't mind being shut down, and Kate was glad to see it.

Rossi told Hotch the title, and Hotch mimed the sign for movie.

He pointed at himself.

"Ooh, me!" JJ said, not waiting for him to finish.

He shook his head, moving his finger to point at JJ.

"Him?" Lily asked. Hotch pointed at Lily then.

"You," Simmons said matter-of-factly.

Hotch nodded.

On the other side, Morgan was grimacing. "You sure this wasn't too easy?"

"I want to see him add the 've'," Monty joked.

"He'll probably skip to 'got'," Rossi surmised, watching him.

Hotch did, indeed, skip to 'got'. He was miming handing things to people, but they just weren't getting it.

"Gifts?" Cruz asked. He seemed a little out of his element; he'd had Reid give him a refresher on the rules beforehand, but still seemed a little lost.

"Present?" JJ asked. "You present? No, that's nothing."

"Receive?" Lily asked. "You receive?"

"Get," Jack said.

"Got," Simmons corrected.

"Simmons is our dark horse, isn't he?" Morgan whispered to Kate as Hotch exulted that someone had gotten it right.

"You got?" JJ said, wrinkling her nose.

Hotch was now puzzled. He'd used up his mime of handing things out, but how else to do mail?

He pretended to write, then lick an envelope.

"Writing?" Cruz asked.

"Written," Jack said.

"Sending," JJ said.

"Letter?" Lily wondered.

"Mail," Simmons said. "Seriously, my wife has seen it a million times; me with her. You've Got Mail?"

"Yes!" Hotch said. "You're the man of the hour, Simmons. I'm glad you stayed."

"So am I," Simmons shrugged. "Actually, I think I've overstayed. My wife just texted me, asking why I'm not home yet."

He made his goodbyes quickly, putting his phone to his ear before he'd even left the room.

"Do we need to even the playing field?" Rossi joked, and Garrett scowled at him. "No, we don't. Pick your player."

"I'll go!" Garcia said, before the words were even completely out of his mouth.

He gave her the title and she grinned, then clapped a hand over her mouth as if she was afraid she'd give it away by her excitement to have received this title.

"Book," Morgan said. "And movie."

Garcia continued miming. She stuck her nose in the air and strolled about the room, looking down at people and faking disgust when she came too close to JJ.

"Snooty?" Monty asked. "Snotty?"

"Proud," Reid and Rossi said at the same time.

"Pride, duh," Morgan said.

"And Prejudice," Reid said. "You guys keep giving us the easiest titles."

Across the room, JJ threw up her hands. "You guys have to stop guessing so quickly!"

"Nuh uh," Morgan said.

"Is that the best you have, 'nuh uh'?" JJ mocked.

"It's all we need," he joked.

Reid spoke as soon as Garcia had returned to their side. "Oliver Twist. It's perfect."

"Okay," Rossi said. "Great choice, Reid."

Cruz was chosen on the other side, and when he heard his title his face just fell.

"Oh, Cruz has no idea what he's doing," Garcia said.

He painstakingly went through the motions to say that it was a—

"Wait, Rossi, is it a book?" He asked, turning around.

"You aren't supposed to talk!" Lily exclaimed, then flushed and clapped a hand over her mouth upon realizing she'd yelled at her boss.

Rossi stepped forward and whispered again to Cruz.

It was a book and a movie.

Watching him mime Oliver was painful. He finally reverted to spelling it.

"O!" JJ said.

"L," Hotch began. "I. V."

But then Cruz got stuck on E, utterly confused as to how to mime one, so he skipped to the next word.

"Wiggle?" Lily asked.

"A dietary problem of some type?" Hotch asked cautiously and JJ looked alarmed.

"Twist," Garrett said, interrupting them. "It's Oliver Twist and good effort, Matt."

Cruz returned to his seat quickly, looking immensely relieved.

"Okay, here's one for Kate," JJ said, and Kate looked up in alarm.

"You don't pick the player on the opposite team," Kate said.

"You can," Hotch said. "It's not in the rules or anything. Come on, stand up."

He raised an eyebrow and she rose to the challenge, letting Morgan help her up. "Thanks, big guy," she murmured, slipping past him to the middle of the room.

"It," JJ said simply.

"Pardon?" Kate asked.

"It is a book by Stephen King," JJ said, smirking and sitting back down.

Kate stood in the middle and racked her brain.

She pointed to her elbow, and only got shouts of elbow and body part.

She pointed to books, and tables.

She tried to spell it but couldn't figure out how make an I that people recognized.

And she was the first to lose one on their team.

It was a bit hard to make that walk back, but Morgan was grinning at her and Rossi patted her arm. "Good try, Kate," he said. "We should have gotten it."

She tried to smile, but looked over at the other team and wondered.

JJ did a phenomenal job when given the title My Fair Lady.

Monty then saved the day for their team by stumping Lily with They Died With Their Boots On, and he himself did an alright charade for, of all things, Charade.

"I love Hitchcock," Garrett said. "I had to choose it."

Garcia startled. "Charade isn't Hitchcock," she said almost immediately. "It's Peter Stone and Stanley Donen."

He gave her an appraising look. "You know your films."

"I know my Audrey Hepburn," she grinned.

"Oh, I love Audrey Hepburn!" Lily interrupted. "Especially Roman Holiday. God, she's so young in it."

"And you know that Gregory Peck liked her so much that he had her get billed alongside him?" Garcia said. "I mean, she was an unknown and would have been cast as such if he hadn't done that for her. He was a great guy."

That, of course, resulted in Rossi getting To Kill a Mockingbird, and then Garrett finished out the evening by failing to make his team guess what he was trying to say when he got the title, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.

The evening ended on a high note.

Reid drove Kate home in silence. She'd intended to get a ride from Garcia or Morgan, to lessen the awkwardness of talking with Reid again, but they'd started making plans of getting late night Chinese food, so she'd silently followed Reid out the door and he'd opened the passenger door for her before she'd even asked.

"Thanks for doing this," she said, breaking the silence when they pulled up to her house.

"No problem," he said. "I'll get the file on that case."

"Just...whatever," she said. "It doesn't matter that much. It's in the past, right?"

She climbed from the car, and was mounting the porch steps, rather slowly due to her pregnancy, when she heard footsteps and Reid was suddenly next to her again.

"If you saw it like that, then you saw it like that," he said, a bit breathlessly. "Maybe they did cut you out. Next time, I'll reserve judgment."

"It's okay, Reid," she said. "I think we both had something to learn tonight. And I think we did."

He looked down at her. "Has anything ever been too much for you?" He wondered aloud. "You just take everything so well, so calmly. What shakes you, Kate Callahan?"

She just shook her head. "Plenty, Spencer Reid."

And in a darkened room, just upstairs from them, Meg sent a text to a boy named Bobby.

A/N: It's legit been a month since I updated this. Holy cow, I'm not even sure how that happened! School got evil, though. That was something. And then inspiration just fled me and then the next episodes of the tenth season were...

Daunting. Incredibly daunting. How does one fit a game into Mr. Scratch, I might ask!

But I plan to try. And I think the next update shouldn't take nearly so long to be written.

Thanks for sticking with me this long! Please review with your thoughts.