Criminal Minds: one shots • short stories

Rossi & Hotch take y/n and the team to a bar SS (8)

AN: imagine y/n in place of Riley

--- (Riley's POV)

Finally, Rossi arrived at Emily's place, where the girls of the team, Emily, JJ, Garcia, and I were waiting for him to pick us up to take us to the bar. We all drove to her place because we pre-planned crashing there for the night after, when Rossi would drive us back.

"Thanks Rossi" we all say, going outside and climbing into his car.

"Of course, we all need a break sometimes, especially you girls. You know, Hotch swears sometimes you are absolutely crazy,"

"We know," we all say in unison.

Rossi questions me, "Riley, you do realize your the newest member of he team, and he's already calling you absolutely crazy."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I reply, smacking my lips together.

Rossi facepalms, probably wondering how we even made it into FBI training to begin with, let alone get a job.

--- (at the bar)

Driving up to the bar, we can already hear the loud music, and we instantly get excited for a night of drinking. Hopping out of Rossi's car, we see Hotch's car pull up, with the boys, Reid, Morgan, Matt, and Luke.

Running over to their car, we drag the boys out of the car and towards the entrance of the bar. Once we get there, the bouncer or guard asks to see our ID's before letting us in. As he checks all of our ID's, we head in grabbing enough seats for all of us at the bar.

All night long, we drunk and drunk, and played various games. Many fears were spilled, but it's practically guaranteed they'll be forgotten by mostly everyone by tomorrow. The poor bartender and the rest of the team, (depending on who was talking) heard multiple sob childhood stories, or stories of how our favorite fictional characters died.

Nearing the later hours of the night, I ask Hotch, "Hotch one more round please."

"Yesssssss please daddy" Emily semi-slurs along. Rossi and Hotch were practically our parents, the responsible ones of the group. Without them, it's pretty much guaranteed nothing would get done, ever.

"I'm not your dad." Hotch says, like he's a nanny for a bunch of 5-year-olds.

"Ugh party pooper, mom can you get us another round then?" JJ and I ask Rossi with puppy eyes, he knows exactly how to shut us up, and that's by giving us what we want.

"One more round for these kids," Rossi tells the bartender, "then yall are done, your going to have killer headaches tomorrow."

"Thanks mommy" Garcia replies, and we all go to hug him. Simultaneously, we all give Hotch a 'we don't like you anymore' glare. Hotch then gives Rossi the "It's your fault, I swear, your practically a kid right along with them" look.

Hotch and Rossi only came along because we convinced them that we needed a break from work, and that would require us needing drivers. Non of us felt like calling cabs, especially being FBI agents. Too dangerous, unless absolutely necessary.

About a minute or two later, the bartender comes back with one more round of tequila shots for everyone. Downing them practically immediately, Hotch signals for the bills, cutting us off. We all paid for the shots we drank, and wobbled out of the bar.

Getting into Rossi's car, I take the front before anyone else can.

"Rileyyyyy I want shotgun," Emily pouts.

"Too bad, besides you can sit in the back next to your SeCrEt girlfriend, which you think we haven't figured out."

"Oopsie guess we weren't too good at hiding," JJ absent-mindedly blurt out, hanging onto her girlfriend.

"OMG OMG OMG IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!" Penelope squealed, jumping up and down.

"I CALLED IT!"

"Ugh fine Riley, you called it, now let's go, I want sleep before I feel like death tomorrow."

"Yayyyy, ooh thanks Rossi driving us," I say, no longer being able to string together a full sentence. We drive off, finally satisfied we got the one secret confirmed, the one we all wanted to know the truth of.