JACK THE PONY back to post a new chapter! Once again, I'll ask for some ideas, and don't worry, I'll cred you.

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The team were snuggled together in Hotch and Emily's hotel room to watch a movie. This case involved children, which took a toll on the BAU members. So after they finished up the case and caught the UNSUB, they decided to relax and celebrate with a fun movie. Emily had found a movie on the TV, which was currently just starting.

Hotch and Emily were cuddling on the bed, Garcia's head was resting on Morgan's shoulder, Dave was sitting on the couch with his hands on the back of his head. J.J. had her head resting in Reid's lap with him sitting up, stroking her head. Morgan and Garcia took turns pelting poor Reid with popcorn.

"Oh my GOD! Charlie and the Chocolate Factory! This is the old one with Gene Wilder, right?" J.J. asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I love this version. I personally think this one is better than the remake with Johnny Depp." Emily grinned and turned up the volume.

A little while into the movie...

"What the FUCK are those?" Dave asked incredulously. He pointed to the screen where orange skinned men with green hair wobbled around singing a silly song.

"Those are oompaloompas." Emily explained.

"Why look like that?"

"Ask Roald Dahl."

"Why do they pop out of random places?"

"Ask Roald Dahl."

"Roald Dahl's dead." Reid decided to join in the conversation. "Roald Dahl wrote 17 Children's Stories, 3 Children's Poetry Books, 9 Non-Fiction Books, 2 Adult Fiction Novels, and 19 Adult Fiction Short Story Collections. Dahl also wrote 1 Play, 6 Film Scripts, and wrote for 3 Television Series. Charlie-"

"Reid, what did I tell you about your comments?" Emily interrupted him and shot him a look.

"They weren't comments," Reid started to say and gulped from the heat of the glare Emily was giving him. "Okay, they were comments, but I'd like to think of them as facts, because they are technically facts."

"Roald Dahl didn't write any Adult books." Morgan protested.

"I believe he did, just to remind you, I have an eidetic memory. I remember very clearly. If you still don't believe me, today is your lucky day, because I have a friend who happens to be a HUGE Roald Dahl fan..." Reid took out his phone. "He can inform you and prove you wrong."

Garcia leaned over and grabbed the phone out of his hand. She threw it across the room.

"No."

Reid jumped up and ran to his phone, which was somewhere behind the TV, causing J.J.'s head to fall back hard onto the ground.

"Spencer!"

"Sorry J.J.! GARCIA, LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY PHONE!" Reid apologized and turned to Garcia angrily.

"Reid, if you look at it in my point of view, I was doing you a favor. That flip phone will do you no good in today's modern world of technology. I promise I'll buy you a good smart phone. Does an HTC sound good?"

Reid's nose wrinkled in confusion. "What's an HTC?"

Garcia sighed. This proves that Boy Genius isn't a genius at everything.

"I know you guys are having a heart to heart over there, but I can't see the TV." Emily complained and waved her hand to shoo Reid away from the TV.

"True that." Dave burped from his place in the room. He was chugging his beer when all of a sudden, it was snatched away from him. "HEY!"

"Sorry Dave. I really don't want anyone to get drunk today. Especially of what happened last time." Hotch said while placing the bottle of beer on a nightstand far away from his friend.

"I wasn't that bad last time..." Dave muttered and sulked.

Hotch snorted. "You were ALL bad last time; I have the photos to prove it."

*Flashback*

J.J. tried to laugh when Reid was pushed onto the ground, but it came out as a dry rasp and then followed by a coughing fit. She suddenly turned green and stumbled over her own feet to run to the washroom. This triggered Garcia's stomach contents to start coming back up, and since the washroom was currently occupied, she ran to the hotel window. The sound of splattering and screams were heard outside the window as Garcia threw up out of it. Reid got off the floor and joined Garcia in the beautiful art of synchronized retching. More screams and splattering were heard. A couple seconds later, the Retching Group had officially become a quartet, with Emily joining as the newest member as she emptied her stomach in a small recycling bin.

Hotch didn't think throw up was recyclable.

Hotch was surely going to get a call from the hotel manager. He grumpily stole a pillow from Emily's bed to put over his ears to block out the disgusting sounds coming from all different directions in the room.

As much as he tried, Hotch couldn't go back to sleep. Typical. Hotch removed the pillow which fell over his face, and noticed Dave and Morgan, who were the only ones besides himself that weren't participating in the ongoing barf fest like the rest of the team.

Dave caught the look Hotch was giving him.

"We've been wasted plenty of times before, Aaron. We're pretty much used to it. Don't get your panties in a bunch."

Hotch was about to give his own little retort, but his cell phone rang loudly. Moans filled the room. Cell phones ringing were also not good for a morning hangover. Hotch purposefully let his phone ring a little longer than necessary and smirked at the death glare he was receiving from Dave.

"Hotchner."

*Flashback ends*

"You took pictures?!" Emily shrieked and attempted to dig into Hotch's pocket for his phone.

"Sweetheart, if you want inside my pants, you have to ask." Hotch whispered and pulled her hand out of his pocket before she found his phone.

"Delete them, or you'll never be getting in MY pants ever again."

"But honey-"

"NO BUTS."

"Yeah, honey." Morgan mocked. Hotch threw a pillow at him.

"You'd be really stupid to turn down sex for the rest of your life for a couple of photos." Dave added.

Hotch grumbled and took out his phone to delete the photos.

"Hotch, I believe you're...what's the term? Whipped?" Reid commented as he aimlessly tried to put his phone back together.

Morgan laughed and high fived Reid.

More grumbling came from Hotch.

"What did you say, Aaron?" Emily asked innocently.

"I said that I can file a sexual harassment against you."

"How?"

Garcia jumped into the conversation. "Well kitten, technically your threat had a lot of sexualness, you know, because it revolved around having sex, which is a topic I do not want to explore any further."

Emily smirked. "Aaron is incredible in bed, I especially love his-"

Garcia cut her off with a squeal. She put her hands over her ears to tightly cover them. "LA LA LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU! LA LA LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"Why did that chick inflate and turn into a purple ball with a head?" Dave stared wide eyed at the TV.

"She turned into a blueberry."

"Why?"

Emily sighed.

"Ask Roald Dahl."

"Like I stated before, Roald Dahl's dead."

"WE KNOW." The team yelled simultaneously.

"I swear to God, Dave, if you ask one more stupid question about something as simple as Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, I will rip your balls out and feed them to the dolphins at Sea World when we take Jack there in a couple of weeks." Emily threatened.

"She's serious, you know." Hotch whispered to Dave.

Dave's hands moved over to cover his man parts protectively. He didn't say another word.

The movie ended with Dave confused as ever, which isn't a surprise.

"I should get a bed, I have a bad back." Dave said as he got up from his chair.

"We already have the bed. You can have that couch you were sitting in." Garcia yawned snuggled into Morgan's arms. Dave made a whining noise and Garcia gave him a look which clearly said that their conversation is over. Dave pouted and sank back into the couch.

Finally when everyone fell asleep, Hotch slipped out from under Emily. He paused as she stirred, and let out a relieved breath of air as she grunted and rolled over so her head was burrowed deep into the pillows. He slowly walked to the front of the room, which was only lit by two table lamps.

Hotch took out his phone and carefully took a picture. Even though the room was dark, you could make out the team's peaceful features.

This photo will make up for all the other photos that Emily deleted. He thought as he snuck back into bed.

He was just about to doze off when Emily whispered in his ear while patting his chest.

"Delete it."

He mentally face-palmed himself.

JACK THE PONY here to say thanks and to remind you again how awesome your reviews are and to keep them coming! Thank you to Sapphiredark for giving me the idea for the little pictures Hotch took, and SSAEmilyPrentissCIA for the little flashback idea. Thank you guys once again, feel free to give me some ideas in your comments, so hopefully I can push out more chapters!