[✓] 𝐶𝐼𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅 | 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃

𝟏𝟏 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

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𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐗𝐋𝐈 was playing on the TVs that hung around the Irish Pub where the team was in, though none of them were paying attention in the slightest.

Charlie was sitting next to Garcia at one of the round tables, Hotch and his wife behind them. All their focus, however, was on Morgan, who seemed to be having the time of his life on the dance floor with some random women.

The red lights flashing down on them most certainly helped with the appeal. Garcia, judging by the glance Charlie then gave to her, was enjoying it as she sipped her drink and watched with a smirk.

"Hey, Morgan, be careful!" called Emily, who was carrying a tray of drinks back to their table. "The one in the back could take your wallet!"

"That's all right," Morgan replied loudly, "I'll be a broke happy man!"

Emily laughed as she joined the others at the table, and she nodded to all the thanks that were murmured as she placed the drinks on the table.

Charlie took her beer and clinked her glass against the others' as Emily giggled, "Cheers!"

"So," Haley began as she brought her drink to her lips, her voice a little loud so it could overcome the blasting music, "how are they treating you two at the BAU?"

Hotch raised his eyebrows, a grin on his face. "She means, am I being nice to you?"

Haley, swallowing her drink, grinned and nodded.

"Actually, everyone's been incredibly nice," Charlie reassured her as Emily nodded in agreement.

"Just look at him move," Garcia groaned, and they turned their attention back to the dance floor, where Morgan was still dancing. "He's like a cat."

"More like a dog!" Emily quipped with a laugh, causing Charlie to giggle and elbow her side.

"He did not ask them to dance," Garcia said sharply, sparing a moment to send a glare their way before returning her eyes to Morgan. "They asked him."

"Okay," Emily humoured, exchanging an amused look with Charlie. "Okay, he's a cat."

"An alley cat," Charlie giggled before taking a sip of her drink.

"Come on, Haley," Hotch said, grabbing his wife's hand, "let's go show them how it's done."

Haley laughed as she slipped off her chair. "I'm game if you are!"

Emily sighed as they watched the two hit the dance floor. "That is so sweet!"

"I'm going to the loo," suddenly said Garcia, getting up and placing her phone on the table. "Do not let anyone steal my seat."

"I'll guard it with my life," Emily chuckled as Garcia brushed past them. She turned to Charlie, who was giggling. "I have never seen her so intense about something."

Charlie giggled again and shrugged. "Dancing Derek Morgan is quite the sight."

Emily laughed. "I'm not sure whether I want to remember it forever or forget it immediately."

"Oh, it's definitely burned into my brain," Charlie chuckled. She glanced over her shoulder before patting Emily's shoulder. "I'm gonna go check on the others. Be right back."

Last she had seen, JJ was playing a game of darts with a couple of guys (and she was beating them bad) while Spencer was geeking out with a couple about Star Trek just a table away from her in the back.