You, JJ, Emily and Penelope had been out late the previous night for a much deserved girls night. No boys, just you four and whatever bars you found. You'd been out a long time, much later than anticipated. Maybe it was the cocktails, the shots, or the lights and music that kept you out so late, but whatever it was, boy were you regretting it now. Would you have still been in bed? Absolutely! But Hotch's triathlon was today, so you realistically couldn't. Plus, Derek would never let you live it down, so you brought the biggest water bottle you could find and enough Tylenol to supply an entire hospital.

When you made it, you spotted Spencer, Rossi and Derek with Jack on his shoulders, so you sluggishly made your way towards them. You were all at the front of the crowd, watching as everyone ran past with your sunglasses and comfiest clothes on, feeling like death was a train that had hit you hard. You looked over at the other three girls, they all looked as miserable as you, standing there in their hangover attire with last night's makeup still on. The screaming crowd did little to soothe your headaches as Penelope begged Derek to shut them up. Spencer's voice rang out as he teased JJ and you barely heard what he said, only that he was way too loud for your liking.

"Why are you yelling?" JJ groaned in response to his voice, before she looked over at you and at the water bottle in your hand. "Spare me some? Please? And do you have any Tylenol left?"