Life for Derek Morgan was certainly not all fun and games, having the job he had. He saved lives, caught killers, and kicked down doors quite often.

So when our man let loose, he let loose. A few members of the BAU went out for drinks at a loud club, and somehow during the night, a hot pink befeathered cowboy hat had made its way onto Morgan's head. He was chill with it, though. For a man who called everyone else babygirl, he was pretty damn babygirl himself.

He slid into the booth beside you, stealing a sip of your drink.

"Why aren't you out there?" he asked, glancing over at the dance floor, where Penelope and Reid were doing a drunken version of the cha-cha.

"Come on," he said, nudging you.

"I'm not letting you be a downer tonight. We don't get weekends off very much- enjoy it," he smiled slightly, tugging you up.