A/N: I'm usually a Morgan Garcia fan, but this idea has been bugging for a week. So I had to write it down so I thought I'd share.
Prologue:
JJ got up from her bed at the knock on her hotel room door where she was watching TV. They had just finished a ca se in Las Vegas, the pilot wanted to check out on the plane so they weren't headed back to Quantico until the following morning.
"Reid?" JJ wasn't surprised to see Dr Spencer Reid stood at her door.
"Hey. Umm." He scratched the back of his head nervously. "Do you want to get a drink?"
"Sure." JJ replied. "Did you already ask the others?"
"Morgan is on the phone with Garcia; Emily is planning on taking a bath. Hotch is just Hotch."
"Right." She smiled at him. "Let me just grab my jacket and purse."
"Sure." Reid smiled back.
"So I thought you had gone to visit your Mom." JJ said as they waited for the elevator.
"She's having a bad day; she doesn't recognise me and screamed at me to leave."
"I'm sorry." JJ was genuinely sorry she knew how tough it was for Reid to deal with his mother.
"I'm used to it." Reid shrugged.
"So where are we going?" JJ changed the subject.
"I know a good place." He assured her. "It's not far from here."
"Then lead on Doctor Reid."
The ringing phone woke JJ out of her slumber. She groaned her head pounding.
"Hello?" She answered mentally cursing whoever had woken her.
"Agent Jareau this is your six am wake up call."
"Thanks." She hung up the phone. After five minutes JJ slowly climbed out of bed.
"I'm never drinking with Reid again." She muttered as she padded into the hotel room bathroom, she switched on the shower. As she waited for the water to warm up JJ stood in the front of the mirror.
"Never again." She turned on the tap hoping that splashing cold water on face would wake her up. As she ran her face she noticed a pink plastic flower ring on her left ring finger.
Not thinking how it got there JJ slipped into her toiletry bag and grabbed some aspirin.
"JJ you look terrible girl." Morgan commented when he found her waiting in the lobby. "Hey!" He protested as Emily dug an elbow into his ribs.
"You never tell a woman she looks terrible in the morning." Emily chastised him. "Do you want some aspirin?" She offered.
"I already took some thank you." JJ replied. "And I blame you Morgan for letting me drink alone with Reid."
"Morning." Reid walked up with a Starbucks cup looking none the worse for the wear.
"You don't look so bad for your night out." Morgan commented.
"I don't get hangovers." Reid shrugged.
"I hate you." JJ muttered. "Hand over that coffee if you know what's good for you."
"Don't withhold coffee from a woman with a gun." Morgan advised. Reid reluctantly handed JJ the cup.
"Ahh!" She took a sip before her cell phone rang.
"Good morning Garcia." She answered after checking caller id. "We should be leaving in about half an hour... I'll fill you in later I promise... He's standing right here hang on." She held out her phone to Morgan. "Garcia has been trying to call you; your cell is going straight to voicemail.
"I must have switched it off by accident." He took the phone. "Hey baby girl." He stepped away.
"So where did you two go last night?" Emily inquired.
"I remember a bar, I remember fish, I vaguely remember what I think were bad showgirls and tequila, lots of tequila."
"That's what got you." Emily nodded. "Reid next time don't let her have tequila."
"Hey." Reid protested. "I tried to stop her but she was on her second shot and insisting I try it. Thanks got a little fuzzy after that."
"So you don't remember what happened either?"
"JJ wanted me to show her Vegas. So we caught the end of a really bad drag act, that's where the showgirls came into it. We played blackjack for about ten minutes and then you wanted another drink which is where the tequila came in."
"Morning." Hotch joined them. "Are you okay JJ you look pale?"
"I'll be fine once I've finished Reid's coffee." She took another sip.
"Okay, our plane leaves in less than half an hour. Let's go."
TBC - let me know what you think.