Shiinata's library

"No, and when I rejected him he said I looked poor."

The three intoxicated girls all giggled at your words, making you slightly laugh too.

"You know, it's a new year, a new you," Penelope said, and immediately you knew she was going to give you some crazy advice, "and I think you should start that new you off with a new year's kiss."

You snorted at her suggestion, downing the rest of your drink.

"Wait, I thought you were still with that guy," JJ questioned, definitely not remembering his name.

You rolled your eyes, "No," you answered, "I blocked him."

"Wasn't he the one you were raving about like last week?" Emily asked.

You let out a sigh, "Unfortunately."

"Didn't he have the cool car and the big fancy apartment?" Penelope added, continuing to sip on her drink.

"He did," you said, nodding, "but, he also had intense mommy issues and I think he was a narcissist."

All three of them made a face, making you regret your decision even more.

"That's just a double homicide," Emily commented as she finished her drink, "I'll be right back."

She then got up and walked towards the bar to get another drink. You would've asked her to grab something for you if she hadn't walked off so fast, leaving you with just Penelope and JJ. You looked across the crappy dive bar to see Morgan being his usual self, talking to a group of random ladies. Hotch and Rossi had decided against going out with you guys and instead opted for an early night, retiring at the hotel. Spencer decided to spend some time with his mom before they had to return home, which the team respected.

"Who stands out to you the most?" one of the girls in front of you asked.

"What?" you said, entirely confused as the alcohol was starting to get to you.

"Well we have to get you a New Year's kiss," Penelope said, "so who here do you like the most."

"Why are you so set on me having someone to kiss?" you questioned, "what about yourself?"

Penelope just waved you off, "I already have my eyes set on someone," she said, making eyes at someone at the bar.

"Well good for you, but I'm not into that right now," you told her.

"Oh, come on," she whined, "there has to be at least one person here that you want to talk to."

You shook your head, "Nope, the guys here are just as bad, if not worse than the ones back home."

"But it's Vegas," she argued.

"Meaning?"

"You don't have to remember them and they don't have to remember you."

"That's comforting," you joked, "I just don't think my future husband's at this bar in Vegas."

JJ shrugged, "You never know, I mean I met Will in Louisiana, that's a long way from home."

You shook your head, "Yeah, but that was different, you didn't meet him in some trashy bar where he was drunk out of his mind like all the idiots here."

"Fair point," JJ said.

Penelope's face and shoulders dropped, no doubt annoyed by your lack of optimism, but before she could voice her feelings someone interrupted you guys. None of you had noticed, but Spencer had entered the bar and made his way over to your booth.

"Hey," he said meekly, confusing all of you as to why he was here.

"I thought you were with your mom," JJ said.

"I was, but she was having a bit of a rough night and I decided to join you guys and let her settle," he explained, picking at the strap of his satchel.

You looked up at him, feeling an ache in your heart for him. You knew about his relationship with his mother, and the guilt he felt for not visiting her often. You knew him having to leave her early was weighing on him. He looked over at you, taking in your appearance. Most of the time he saw you, you were in your work clothes, or something more casual when the team hung out outside of work. But, he'd never seen you in an outfit anywhere near what you were wearing now. You had on a rather flattering mini dress that Penelope had begged you to wear, since in her words, you only experience your twenties once. If your brain wasn't so fogged you would've swore Spencer's ears started to turn slightly red as he looked away from you.

"I'm gonna go talk to Morgan," he said, swiftly turning in the opposite direction.

You were opening Reid's appearance would change the subject, but immediately Garcia was back to her current mission.

"Alright, back to Operation: New Year's Kiss."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "That's still not happening."

"Come on, humour me here," she begged.

"You know this will be easier for you if you just give in," JJ told you.

"God, it's like bargaining with the devil," you complained.

"The devil might work hard, but I work harder," Penelope said giggling.

You just shook your head, hoping if you just played her game a bit she'd give up.

"Alright, so what are your standards?" Penelope asked, getting straight to the point.

"My what?" you questioned, already over this.

"Me personally I like them tall, sculpted, handsome," she said, listing her type, "and I love me some chocolate thunder."

"Garcia, I don't know what my type is," you told her honestly. You didn't dwell on your expectations that much, instead liking to decide on a person without narrowing your list down to a certain group.

"You have to have some sort of standards?" JJ said.

You shook your head, "Not usually."

"That's where your problem is, sweetheart," Garcia said, "you need some good ol' standards, and some high ones at that."

You let out a small laugh, "I don't have any clue what they would be."

"Start simple, what do you like from a person?" Penelope asked, watching you intently.

You thought about it for a moment. Obviously you had your basic standards, someone kind, someone nice, maybe funny if applicable, but never had you narrowed them down so thoroughly.

"I like someone nice," you said with a shrug.

Garcia just scoffed at you, "That's so basic, everyone deserves someone nice," she said, "don't you have a dream person in mind?"

You just shrug, running your finger around the rim of your empty glass. This conversation would be so much easier with a full drink.

"For example mine is-" Penelope started, but you cut her off before she could finish.

"If you describe Morgan one more time I'm going to chuck this glass against my head."

JJ let out a loud laugh at your threat, enjoying the banter between the two of you.

"Alright, alright," she mumbled, "you have to have something more specific than that."

"I don't know," you said with another shrug, "I want someone that treats me like a person, and calls me back, and shit," you admitted.

"That's a start, what else?"

You thought about it for another moment before answering, "I want someone that actually remembers my birthday, or the day we met, or even where we met."

The girls across from you leaned forward as you rambled on about more things you thought of.

"A guy with a real job would be great. I'm so tired of getting approached by these guys with some stupid "startup business" that's either just some scam, or ripoff of something that already exists. Or, those guys that say they're going to be the next Hemmingway or fucking Kurt Cobain. Do you know how many future "musicians" and "authors" I've met that act like they should be treated like some god," you spat out, getting more irritated the more you thought about all the things you hated.

"You ladies look like you could use some shots," Emily said, interrupting the conversation as she placed a tray of shots down. You had no hesitation drinking one of them and then another. You waited for the other to take, but JJ only took one and so did Emily. That left two that Penelope decided you could have. You knew you shouldn't be drinking that much, but tonight warranted it.

"So what'd I miss?" Emily asked, sitting down next to you.

"She's spilling her guts about her type," JJ said, pointing at you as you continued to speak.

"I want a guy that can actually decide things, you know. No, I actually don't want to pick where to eat, why can't you just pick? You should know my favorite places anyway, why's it so hard? You know what else I hate, I hate guys that hate what I like. Too bad you don't like my music, I like it. If I want to listen to fucking the Ramones, or The Smiths, or Fontaines D.C., or god forbid I want to listen to the entirety of Tick, Tick, Boom, then why shouldn't I, even if they don't like it?"

"What's that?" JJ and Emily asked, confused to the last thing you mentioned.

"It's a musical," Garcia whispered to them.

"Oh God, she's lost it," Emily murmured, watching you continue on your rant.

"Indecisive guys are just so unattractive. So are dumb guys, that's a standard of mine actually. I want a guy with a degree. Maybe even two. No, he has to have at least two actually, and a stable job," you said.

"Amen, to that," Emily said, raising her glass to you.

"I want a guy that wouldn't mind if I made more than him. Or, a guy that doesn't have wandering eyes. I want someone who doesn't coddle me, but can take care of me if I need him too. He shouldn't be afraid of me getting sick, or even going out and having a good time if I want to. And, I like a guy that reads a lot actually. And I'm just going to say it, I want a guy that's at least slightly nerdy."

Emily had been listening intently to what you liked, and a thought was starting to form in her head. She glanced at JJ and Penelope to see if they were picking up the same thing she was, but they were too busy paying attention to you.

"I want a guy that will watch all the Star Wars movies with me, or The Lord of the Rings, those are good movies. It'd be great if he didn't make fun of me for collecting comics I liked and call me a child and say I was collecting children's books," you exclaimed, thinking back to that one annoying guy that called your comic books childish, but thought modern art was the epitome of high art.

"What about looks?" Emily asked, trying to point you in the right direction to answer her suspicion.

You thought about it in record time, quickly diving into what looks you liked.

"Brown eyes are ten times better than blue, blue eyes freak me out. And blonde guys are pure evil, I like brunettes better anyway. Someone who dresses well would be great. Why would I want to walk out the house with someone who looks a mess?"

The more you kept talking the more Emily smiled as you proved her hypothesis correct. She couldn't wait to debrief this with JJ and Penelope, who she hoped were having the same thought as her.

"And is it bad to say I like a tall guy? And I don't mean some guy that's like 5'6 and swears he's tall and "basically" six feet. No, I want an actual tall, tall guy," you said, making the entire table try not to laugh, "also, glasses, glasses are so hot. I don't know why guys don't wear glasses. Contacts are a scam created by the government to make women not have hot nerdy guys with glasses, and LAISIK is part of that too."

You officially had your entire table in fits of giggles to the point their ribs hurt. Your drunken self was hilarious to them, especially when you talked about your expectations for a guy.

Once the three of them had finished laughing, and you'd calmed down a bit, Morgan came over to your table.

"Any of you fancy a game of darts?" he asked, already acting overconfident, "unless you're too scared to play me."

"In your dreams, I could beat you one handed," JJ said.

Everyone knew how good she was at darts and to not challenge her unless you wanted to be beaten.

"Don't get too overconfident," JJ said, standing up to leave the booth.

Penelope followed as she said, "When you lose don't come crying to me," to Morgan who slung his arm around her.

"I'll see you guys in a second. I'm gonna grab another drink," you said, heading back towards the bar.

"You sure that's a good idea?" Emily teased.

You waved her off, continuing to make your way to the bar. The second you left Emily looked at JJ and Penelope.

"Okay, am I crazy or was her type basically Reid?" she asked the other girls who immediately glowed at her words.

"I'm not the only one that thought that," Penelope exclaimed.

"I thought she was trying to tell us something with how exact her description was," JJ joked.

"So, what do we do with this information?" Emily asked, hoping they would pick up what she was putting down.

Penelope looked at her, giving her the classic Penelope look, "Are you saying we should play Cupid?"

"I'm not not saying that," Emily said, "besides you were the one that said she should get a kiss at midnight."

Penelope let out a squeal, excited by the thought of her two favorite people being together.

"We don't even know if he would be interested, and besides she's wasted and has no clue about anything," JJ pointed out.

"You're right," Emily admitted.

Penelope deflated a bit, "Yeah, but I mean whatever happens, happens, right?"

The other two girls agreed, deciding to move onto a new topic as they made their way over to watch JJ kick Morgan's ass at darts.

You weren't having as much fun as the other girls, as you didn't even make it to the bar before feeling like you had to throw up. You quickly darted to the bathroom, easily skipping the line by gagging multiple times on your way there. You threw yourself into the first available stall, puking your guts out. When you finished and walked out to wash your hands a girl asked if you were good to which you nodded. She offered to walk you out to your friends, but you declined, thanking her.

You quickly collected yourself, deciding to continue on your original task of getting another drink. You reached your limit and you were already way past it. Tonight was an exception though. You'd recently dumped that guy that you unfortunately actually kind of liked, and then you had to work a grueling case. Not even to mention that it was New Year's Eve and you were in some dingy Vegas bar, which basically meant you had to get insanely trashed.

You stumbled up to the bar ordering your drink. Before it was done, some random guy tried to say something to you, but you decided to ignore him. The second your drink was put on the bar you grabbed it, making your way over to your friends.

Some random song was playing that you could half hear as you pushed through a group of people. You watched as people joined in for a round of darts, and somehow you found yourself among them.

A round or two really wasn't going to hurt you. Usually you were pretty good sober, or at maximum a bit tipsy, so how bad could you be when you were basically completely gone. Turns out it was pretty bad. You managed to hit the wall once, and stumbled into random people multiple times. It didn't help that you felt a pair of eyes on you the entire time, but you couldn't fully blame your poor performance on that. When you almost hit someone during your last turn your dart privileges got taken away by Morgan for everyone's safety, including your own.

You went over by the wall where Penelope had been standing, rooting for JJ as she continued to win over and over again. You stood there for a bit before you realized your drink was completely empty. Deciding to get another one, you turned around quickly, accidentally knocking into someone.

You started to apologize when you looked up at who it was. He was apologizing too, making sure you didn't drop your glass as it tumbled out of your hands.

"Shit, sorry Spencer," you said, trying to gather your words, "I should've been paying attention."

"It's fine," he said, clearing his throat, "are you okay?"

"I'm fantastic, why?"

"You don't seem fantastic," he said, building up the courage to say his next words, "you're drinking more than normal and you've looked kind of sad all night."

"I'm just enjoying myself," you argued, not wanting him to know that deep down you wanted nothing more than to be home right now, wallowing in your own home, "I'm having fun, I promise."

Spencer looked down at you, his hand on your arm to keep you stable, "Please don't lie to me," he said, his voice as low as it could be over all the noise in the bar.

"I'm not-" you started to argue before getting cut off by yourself gagging again. You tried to hold it in, but instead turned to the nearest trash can puking your guts out again. Apparently, your body couldn't handle more alcohol than you'd already put in it.

You pulled your head out the trash can, groaning a bit. You felt hands let go of your hands as you lifted up your head. You fixed your hair a bit before turning around to see Spencer behind you.

"Let me take you back to the hotel, please," he said, his voice a bit desperate.

Sober you would've been disgusted for vomiting in front of him, and having him hold your hair back for you. Sober you would've also known immediately that he was just trying to help you, but drunk you had a very different mindset. You started to fight against his hold on you, but you were so weak you could barely move.

"I-I'm, f-fine," you tried to argue, but gave up.

"Come on," Spencer said, guiding you out of the bar. Usually, he would've told the team he was leaving and said goodbye, but right now he was too focused on you to care.

The next thing you knew you were in a taxi on the way back to the hotel. Before you could even blink you were through the lobby and at your door. Spencer was fumbling for your room key as he looked through your small purse.

"You have your key, right?" he asked, looking up at you.

You thought for a moment before shaking your head, "No, I gave it to JJ to give back to me."

Spencer's shoulders dropped as he tried to think. You were propped up against the wall, trying not to slide down it, or fall down in general. You hated being one of those stumbling drunk girls, yet here you were. Not in your right mind and locked out of your room.

"Here," Spencer said, guiding you a few doors down, "you can stay in my room till JJ gets back."

He unlocked the door, turning on the light as you stepped in. You groaned a bit, not used to the light. You felt hands on your arms, guiding you to the bed. You sat down, kicking off your shoes, wanting to go to sleep.

"Do you want something to change into?" Spencer asked, clearly nervous as he stumbled over his words.

You couldn't get yourself to speak, and instead resorted to just nodding. You could hear Spencer riffling around in his bag before pulling something out.

"I don't usually wear these, but I keep them just in case," he said, handing you some clothes.

You took them as he helped you stumble your way to the bathroom to change. You looked at what you were given, a pair of sweatpants that were too big for you, but were clearly old since they wouldn't have fit Spencer either. You assumed these were clothes he put in his bag eons ago and just never took out. The other article of clothing was an old sweater of his you hadn't seen him wear in years.

You threw on the too big clothes as you took the jacket you didn't realize had been placed on your shoulders. Spencer must've placed his blazer over you to keep you from freezing at some point. You smiled at how thoughtful he could be. You left your dress in the bathroom along with the blazer as you stepped out of the bathroom.

Spencer was sitting on the bed waiting for you to come out. He had a bottle of water in his hand that he offered to you. You drank some of it before laying down on the bed. Spencer swiftly shut off the lights for you.

"If you need anything just tell me," he said, his voice soft as he lowered himself to your level. You could feel one of his hands softly stroking your hair, soothing you a bit.

"Lay down with me, please?" you asked before you could even register your words.

"What?" Spencer said, flustered by your request.

"I don't want to fall asleep alone," you mumbled.

Spencer let out a sigh, "You're not thinking straight," he told you.

"Please," you begged, really not wanting to fall asleep alone. It was comforting knowing there was someone right next to you.

"Only until JJ gets back," he told you as you felt his hand leave your hair.

You tried to mumble an 'okay', but the words never left your lips. You felt the mattress dip to your right as Spencer laid down next to you. You turned over facing him, your eyes still shut. You were both still for a moment before you felt his hand reach your hair. You relaxed more at his touch, eventually falling asleep in Spencer's bed.

***

BONUS (because I'm so nice lol)

"Where'd {Name} go?" Penelope asked to no one in particular as she tried to look for you.

"I don't know, I thought she was with you?" JJ said as she walked over to Penelope, now done with her game of darts.

Morgan and Emily followed behind her, getting asked the same question immediately.

"Wasn't she standing with you?" he questioned, quickly scanning the bar for you.

Penelope shook her head, now asking the strangers within her vicinity.

"Hi, sorry, have you seen my friend?" she asked, starting to describe you. Unluckily, the people shook their heads. Emily and JJ did the same, but had the same misfortune.

Luckily though, before Penelope could panic too much, someone tapped her on her shoulder.

"Sorry, but were you looking for someone-" she asked, describing you perfectly.

"Yes, that's her, do you know where she is?" Penelope asked frantically.

"I saw her leave with some guy a little bit ago," she told them.

"Who?" Emily quickly asked, hoping you didn't leave with some sketchy guy.

"I don't know, but they looked like they knew each other," she told them, "he was pretty tall, brown hair I think, and he was dressed rather nice, he gave her his blazer before they left."

The entire team felt a weight lifted off their shoulders the second they knew it was Reid you left with.

"Thank you," JJ said as the girl left.

Just as quickly as they felt relieved they immediately realized what had happened.

"I didn't even realize Reid was gone," JJ said, slightly guilty she didn't notice.

Morgan shrugged, "His mind's been somewhere else all night, he wouldn't even notice when I left him to get a drink."

There was a beat of silence before Penelope finally said what they were all thinking.

"Are we just not going to mention the fact that they left together?"

"I mean there's many reasons for that," JJ suggested, not even buying her own words.

"But it’s a bit suspicious with everything she said," Emily added.

"What'd she say earlier," Morgan asked.

"She was describing her type earlier and basically described Reid," Emily told him.

Morgan's expression changed to one of shock, "Well, hopefully everything's going well," he joked, making everyone chuckle.

"Maybe she will get that New Year's kiss after all," Penelope said with a laugh.

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