It was late and everyone was gone by the time Penelope got there at around two in the morning. The party was cleaned up, the team sat around in their sweatpants and lounge clothes, in the large living room looking over the case, and the Redmond's had all gone up to bed sometime ago.

"Hey Baby Girl." Morgan greeted ushering her into the large home, pressing a kiss to her head as he did so.

She grinned "Hey hot chocolate."

"Hello my fine furry friends." She called through a huff, her bright blue heels clicking as she hurried into the living room. "Can someone please tell me why there is so much traffic at two in the morning?"

"Your in Vegas kitten," Rossi said through a smirk, his eyes still glancing over the files.

She sighed shooting a look at him, "I know that, but we're not on the strip, I mean this is ridiculous!"

"It's not that bad," Reid said, looking at up her not batting an eye at her, blue and yellow bird printed dress or matching accessories. "It's not nearly as bad, as New York. Their consistently rated the worst in the world, as far as traffic goes."

Prentiss chuckled, "You don't think maybe your just biased? You did grow up here."

He shrugged his shoulders mutely offering a small half smile in return.

"Oh who cares!?" Garcia said dropping her bags and dropping into a overstuffed chair with a flourish. "Give me the juicy details!" She gushed lowering her voice into an almost whisper, "Are they nice? Do you think they'll like me? How do they know junior G-man? Do you think-"

"Whoa, slow down mama. One question at a time." Morgan said sitting on the arm of her chair and crossing his arms over his broad chest, "I'll tell you one thing that Briar Rose sure likes to push buttons." He mutters bitterly.

Spencer makes a noise in his throat, drawing the teams attention to himself, Hotch raised a brow at him and he sputtered for a minute running a hand through his hair nervously. "She didn't mean anything by it. That's just her personality, she's always been like that." He said smiling slightly.

They all shared a look, but before they could said anything about his comment, they were interrupted by the sound of foot steps on the stairs.

Spence let out a yelp sound at the sight of, Briar Rose, standing in front of them. Her hair slightly mused, face free of makeup and clad only in a pair of girl boxers and a plain black bra, holding a sleepy Dahlia on her hip.

Silas stood behind her, with his black sweatpants dragging the ground and his arms crossed over his faded 'the clash' T-shirt.

"Briar what are you doing?" Spencer squeaked his voice strained as he jumped to his feet faced flushed and papers slipping from his fingers. "Why don't you have any clothes on?!"

She gave him a look rolling her eyes, "I'm not naked Spencer."

He sputtered, "That doesn't make it better!" He said in disbelief, fumbling through his bag that sat on the couch, and pulling out a white T- shirt, he tossed it to her and she shook her head in amusement, Handing him Dahlia while she slipped it over her small frame, letting it fall till mid thigh.

"We couldn't sleep." Silas, mumbled, wandering towards the kitchen, and flipping on the light.

"Dahlia doesn't seem to have a problem," Spencer said, nodding his head to the toddler sound asleep on his shoulder in her pink, disney princess night gown.

Briar let out a light laugh stepping closer to Spencer, so she could run a hand over her baby sister brown curls, while the team watched on in curiosity. "Yeah now. She asked for you." She informed him, gazing at him with a soft smile.

Garcia let out a 'aww' at the sight of the little girl sleeping on Spencer and Briar Rose glanced at her, taking in her big blonde curls and flashy style, She smiled at her, walking over to stand in front of her while Penelope shifted nervously, "Killer shoes," She complemented holding out a hand for her to shake. "Briar Rose Redmond, But you can call me Briar or Rose, if you want I don't mind."

"Penelope Garcia," She grinned shaking her hand, "You can call me either, or just penny, and I also answer to 'all knowing goddess' "

Briar chuckled, "Good to know. Your the techie right? Spencer's told me about you guys before"

"Yeah, yes I'm the technical genus of the team. How do you know G-man?"

"G-man?" She turned to smirk at Spencer, "I haven't heard anyone call you that in years. His dad used to be my Dad's lawyer. I've know Spencer my entire life. We grew up together."

The Team couldn't hide their surprise at the admission, Hotch' harsh glare promising to talk about this later.

"Hey uh, you guys hungry?" Silas asked poking his head out of the kitchen.

Briar smiled. "We have a tradition, that if we can't sleep, we all get up and make breakfast," She laughed, "It doens't matter what time it is we make breakfast."

"Sure, thank you." Hotch smiled politely trying to gain more trust from the family.

"Waffles?" Spencer questioned hopefully.

Briar grinned heading toward the kitchen, "You bet your sweet ass!"

Spencer blushed when J.J let out a surprised laugh, and Silas made a face, "Please don't talk about Spencer's ass in front of me." He complained.

She shushed him pushing him into the kitchen, "Oh, like you haven't heard worst."

It was quiet for a minute while, the team watched Spencer blush with various looks.

"He does have a sweet ass."

"Garcia!"