They had been at the bar for an hour, getting strange looks the entire time (of course). "Puck" had been on and off the dance floor so much, he spent more time walking than dancing. He wasn't allowed to have alcohol by anyone that he went with, and they were pretty vigilant about watching him. (He had still managed to get a good buzz from drinking from his dance partners' cups).

Then J.J. got a phone call. She immediately went into the bathroom, where it was quitter, and took it. She came out with a slightly sad look on her face.

"It was fun while it lasted. But I just got a call from Strauss, she had a new case. She wants us to leave tomorrow, so you guys better make the best of tonight." She laughed slightly as she sat down.

"What?" Young Spencer asked, confused. "What am I supposed to do while you're all gone?"

Everyone just looked at each other, not knowing what to say, he obviously couldn't go with them.

"Next round's on me. Help me carry, Hotch?" Jennifer asked, getting up.

He nodded and followed her. A male with a half shirt and bright orange pants came up; he tapped "Puck" on the shoulder and smiled when he turned around. Young Spencer smiled back and got up. They walked onto the dance floor and immediately started grinding. The girls smiled as they looked at him. Rossi hadn't had as much contact with him as everyone else, so he was still pretty perplexed by the young enigma.

The liaison and team leader came back and set the drinks on the table.

"I've gotta go to the bathroom." The blonde said, looking at the techie.

The eccentric woman smiled and got up. They quickly walked to the bathroom.

"I still don't understand that." Rossi said, looking after them.

"It's a simple defensive method. If a male comes onto them while they're on their way, they have a plan of escape. Plus it gives them time to talk over things together that they can't talk about in front of the people that they were with. It makes them feel safer, plus it makes it easier if they need something like lip gloss." The doc said simply.

Everyone just looked at him.

"What, Spencer explains things." He shrugged.

"Emily agrees with this statement."

Everyone just looked at her.

"What, try it! It's a lot of fun." She defended.

Everyone rolled their eyes and went back to their drinks. Not long later they were joined by the two blondes again.

"Emily asks if you want to dance." The brunette said to her liaison friend.

"Jennifer says she would enjoy that." The blonde replied.

They both smiled and went onto the dance floor.

"Wanna dance?" Garcia asked, aiming in the direction of Hotch and Rossi.

"I'm just an old man." David offered as an excuse.

"Ok, sure." Hotch rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face.

He got up and accompanied his teammate onto the dance floor. The three males watched their group dancing, they really were having a lot of fun… and it was mostly because of "Puck".

"You both are young and full of energy, why don't you go dance?" David asked them.

"I don't really think that's be a-" Reid started.

"Go." The eldest commanded.

Morgan smiled and got up.

"May I have this dance? I promise I will be a complete gentleman and not lay any harm upon your virtue." The black male asked in a fake regal-ish accent.

"If you talk like that again, I'm telling Spencer to dress you in all Great Britain stuff next time." The doc chuckled lightly, getting up.

"Psh, he can try." Derek scoffed leading his friend onto the dance floor.

"And he will succeed, don't forget, he's like a young male Garcia. He has his was."

"We'll just see about that."

"Yes we will, and we'll see that I'm right."

They had finally reached the dance floor and started moving to the music. Spencer wasn't actually half bad when he was given the chance.

"I bet you I'd be right." The elder of the two rolled his eyes, having to yell over the music.

"Oh, a bet?"

"Yes, a bet Mr. Know-it-all. "

"And what are the stakes Mr. Piercing lover?"

Derek gave him a slight glare at bringing that up.

"How much you got?"

"Money? I thought you were classier than that time old bet."

"Fine, we'll bet something else."

"Good, what is it?"

Morgan held up a finger, signaling that he was thinking. The genius laughed but kept dancing. A million thoughts of what it could be passed through his head, but he didn't dare voice them, he wanted to see what his colleague came up with.

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It was three whole songs later that the ex-football player finally came up with a good thing to use instead of money.

"IO got it." He announced.

"Finally." His companion laughed.

"If you win, I do half your paperwork for the next three months."

"I like that condition." Spencer smiled.

He always got more paperwork than everyone because he could do it faster. Not that it made it ok for them to do it.

"But, if I win… you have to dance for me. Only me. Just you and me in a room, with you dancing."

The genius glared at him. He was so very not pleased with that arrangement.

"You are one perverted little FBI agent." He finally said.

"Do we have a deal Mr. Know-it-all?" Morgan asked, holding out his hand.

"Fine, Mr. Piercing lover." Reid said, gripping the hand and shaking it.

"You're never gunna forget that, are you?"

"Nope."

"Wait, if you're teasing me about it… why are you wearing all of your piercings?"

"Shut up."

The stronger male laughed. Then he looked slightly confused at something over Reid's shoulder. The doctor turned and quickly saw what his friend was looking at. His cousin was super close to another guy; the guy was talking in his ear. But that wasn't what made Reid leave his friend and go cut between them. What made him do that was that the male that was obviously over twenty three had his hand up "Puck"s skirt.

Elder Spencer pushed his way in between them.

"Good bye." He said, quite rudely to the other adult.

"Go back to your jock boyfriend, and get the fuck away from my business deal." The male rolled his eyes.

"How about I not, and you get away from him. Plus, that business deal is illegal."

"Spencer." "Puck" sighed.

"Spencer." The genius replied.

The younger understood.

"Sorry." He said to his old dancing partner.

He took a few steps away. His cousin quickly followed after him.

"Fucking narc." The male who had just been laughed scoffed.

That got the intellect, he quickly turned around.

"Yea, I am a fucking cop, and he's sixteen."

Reid just looked at the male with a raised eyebrow. The male quickly walked away, not wanting anyone else to hear that.