Criminal minds oneshots.

Trivia night.

Damn it's been a while. Sorry about the long long break, I've been overloaded with school work. But now I'm back in lock down......

This isn't really a one shot, I guess. It's more just me adding on the the Tumblr post above, still hope you enjoy!!!

"welcome to...... GAME NIGHT" Garcia loudly yelled before everyone.

The whole team was crowded around a small island in Rossi's kitchen. Each Saturday, the BAU meet up to play Garcia's home-made trivia game. 

Sighing, Reid rubbed his ear, trying to recover from Garcia screaming beside him. "Who is with who?"

"I'm not with Reid"

"Anyone but Reid"

"Sorry, but it ain't Reid."

"I refuse to go with pretty boy."

"I'll go with Reid."

Everyone turned towards the speaker, Emily. Usually, anyone stuck with Reid was bound to lose. The young genius was only allowed to answer pop culture questions, due to his vast knowledge on literally everything else. 

"Yeah. How bad can it really be?" Emily shrugged. In reality, Emily had been teaching Reid all week about different references to help him. Reid, at first, denied the help, claiming "He didn't care about winning". But after some.... encouragement,  Reid agreed to Emily's daily lessons. 

After a large amount of bickering,  Rossi teamed with Derek, and Hotch with JJ. 

Everything started off normal. Garcia asked the questions and ,of course, Reid had stumbled on a few of his questions. However, this was all part of Emily's plan. Eventually, they reached Reid's time to shine.  

As part of his training, Emily gave Reid a list of songs to listen to. So when the question "Sing/rap all the lyrics to the song the other teams pick" was given to Reid, both got excited. 

In the end, JJ had suggested the beginning of Super bass by Niki Minaj. Hiding a grin, Emily mentally prepared herself. JJ found the beginning of the song, and began to play... 

"This one is for the boys with the booming system

Top down, AC with the cooler system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up

And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach

He a muthafuckin' trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip, kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kinda dude I was lookin' for
And yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin', ho

I said, "Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy"
I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh

Yes I did, yes I did
Somebody please tell him who the eff I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up

Back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up"

The music stopped. Reid stared at the ground. The team stared at him. Eventually, the awkward silence was broken by a loud " BOOOOOMMMMMMMM, TAKE THAT BIOCHES" from Emily. 

Her and Reid shared a high-five, before the rest of the team regained themselves, and joined in with the laughing. 

The rest of the night was spent drinking wine and answering questions. Reid ,for the most part, answered correctly, with Emily supporting him every time he got it wrong or right. 

Eventually, the night came to a close as people began to leave.  Before exiting, Reid thanked Emily again. 

"Thank you, Emily." he started. 

"It's really n-" she was cut off.

"For everything I mean, not just the game. For being a good friend." Instead of answering, Emily just returned his smile, before walking towards her car. 

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Thank you all for reading. Please tell me if you guys want a part 2!!!