After long cases you and the team would go out for drinks like usual at a nice bar.

JJ was talking to some Guy..

Reid left an hour ago..

Morgan talking to some girl..

Elle just observing like usual.

Hotch never went to these sorts of things.. he thinks its a waste of valuable time and he disliked being drunk.

but you? you were drinking your problems and worries away.. one shot after another and you end up on top a pool table.

you were gonna try and get on the ceiling light, but before you could you felt dizzy and fell.. and someone caught you and flung you over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

they walked you out and plopped you in their car.. you noticed a discarded FBI vest in the backseat. Hotch.

"You're such a headache."