He should have accepted Reid's suggestion...he would have let him guide him around Vegas, but no...oh no, him and his big head...he was just supposed to have a little drink for a case successful, just a small drink while the rest of the team was gambling...I don't expect to wake up in a hotel bed, he don't imagine waking up with a ring on her finger and he don't imagine waking up with a stranger by her side!

"..."

He didn't say anything in his moment of horrible crisis, what was more terrifying than waking up next to some random prostitute in Las Vegas?...oh yes, waking up with a man behind him, rings on his fingers and a pain in his hips and back...and in the process not remembering anything...GOD!, the man who was behind him was sleeping peacefully, he looked attractive, like someone probably of good economics and reputation, probably a man of alpha conduct, according to the knowledge of Hotchner profiling... .

And in his attempt to get out of bed...boom...he fell to the floor with a dull sound...bye-bye legs.