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Notes: Morgan lets Reid loose in a Casino. Shenanigans. As a person who often visits the Las Vegas Strip, I had shit loads of fun writing about this. Honest to god, this is an accurate portrayal of Vegas, I am dead serious. Boobs all over the place, it's actually pretty awesome. Also, all the math is mine, and as it has never been my strong subject, feel free to tell me if my calculations are off.

In comparison to other states, Nevada definitely had liberal laws when it came to vices. Booze and boobs and black jack. Everywhere. Morgan just seen a conglomeration of at least twenty slot machines in a grocery store yesterday. A grocery store. Liquor stores were literally open 24/7 here and almost every other billboard had a scantily clad woman plastered across it. This wasn't Morgan's first visit to Sin City, but that didn't make the sight of gas stations filled with slot machines any less shocking.

So, here he was, in the middle of the Caesars Palace, surrounded by beautiful cocktail waitresses and lit cigarettes. They had wrapped up the case of a serial rapist that was terrorizing the tourist areas earlier this morning and, considering their flight didn't leave until later tonight and this was Las Vegas, the team had decided to take a break and see the sights. Before he had left to search for a souvenir shop that didn't have ridiculous prices, Rossi had told Morgan that, under no circumstances, should he let Reid out of his sight.

'The last thing anyone wants is a certifiable genius with an eidetic memory who routinely counts cards and practices sleight of hand, loose at a high price casino.' Rossi had said sternly, his firm tone undermined slightly by his Meter Margarita. 'Let him rip off the arcades or something.' Rossi had taken a sip from his Margarita. 'And don't let him get blacklisted' He had added as an afterthought.

Morgan had agreed, eager to get his own site seeing done, and left it at that.

Now it was almost two in the afternoon, and Morgan hadn't seen Reid for almost forty-five minutes. He wasn't sure when he'd lost track of the younger man, but one minute Morgan had been trying to find his way to food court and the next Reid was nowhere to be found.

Dammit.

Morgan tried to dial Reid's cell phone again, but after it rang a few times it went to voicemail. He didn't bother leaving another message, he'd already left three.

The problem with the Las Vegas Strip was that it was literally a collection of dozens of casinos, all right next to each other. Each casino was built with maze like precision, in order to keep the people in them gambling longer. Reid could honestly be anywhere. Presumably winning gross amount of money and surrounded by security cameras.

With a grumble, Morgan hit speed dial and waited.

'Queen of Quantico and Mistress of all things Magical on the Interwebs at your service, how may I pleasure you today?' Garcia chirped from across the country.

'Hey baby girl.' Morgan said, smiling despite the fact that Rossi would probably disembowel him in a few short hours.

'How's Vegas treating you?' Garcia said happily. 'I want photos of any chiseled, shirtless men you see wandering about.'

Morgan chuckled. 'You got it. I uh, I need you to look something up for me.'

Garcia's voice changed from cheery to curious to business as usual in three seconds flat. 'I thought you had wrapped up the investigation of the sadistic scum bag already.'

'We did.' Morgan said quickly, not wanting to freak Garcia out. 'But um... I've lost Reid. In a casino.'

'So?'

'Reid. Unsupervised. In a casino.' Morgan stressed.

'Ah... I see where that might be a problem.' Garcia said. 'He might be busy winning millions of dollars and a new car.' She laughed slightly. 'Seriously, why is that bad?'

'The last thing we need is him-' Morgan glanced over his shoulder to see if any security was listening, 'blacklisted. You've seen him play poker.'

'Oh.'

'Do you think you can find him?'

'Gimme a second.' Morgan heard the tale tell sounds of Garcia's chair rolling across the floor. 'I can hack into the security cameras and locate him that way, but it'll be tricky and it'll take a while. Casino owners are notoriously paranoid.'

'I don't know if that'll be quick enough. We're scheduled to go wheels up in a few hours.' Morgan said. He did not need this drama when he was supposed to be relaxing.

'Do you know what casino he's in?' Garcia asked distractedly, typing rapidly.

'No.'

Garcia sighed loudly. 'Baby doll, you do realize that it'll be next to impossible to find him if you don't narrow it down a little bit.'

Morgan found Reid about an hour later. He had somehow managed to walk a few blocks down to freaking Mandalay Bay, and was sitting at a poker table with an expression of vague amusement on his face. There were no less than four women in sparkly cocktail dresses standing next to him, all smiling flirtatiously and giggling as Reid calmly pulled a massive pile of poker chips towards him. The other people sitting at the table were wearing expressions that varied from impressed to shock to angry to resigned. The dealer just looking a little befuddled.

'Reid.' Morgan said, a little irritated and a lot relieved.

'Hi Morgan.' Reid said, smiling smugly. 'Where'd you run off too?'

'You're not answering your phone.' Morgan said, ignoring Reid's remark. The kid probably knew exactly what Rossi had said to Morgan and had done this on purpose, simply to be contrary.

'It's on silent, sorry.' Reid said mildly, not looking sorry at all.

'Listen buddy.' The voice came from the unhappy looking man with a think southern accent sitting to Reid's left. 'Why don't you take your boyfriend and leave? He's losing me money.'

'I'm out.' Reid said, standing up and starting to collect his chips.

One of the ladies that had been standing behind Reid asked flirtatiously, 'Are you sure you don't want to come with my friends and me for a few drinks Dr. Reid?'

'Thanks for the offer, but we've got to leave.' Morgan said shortly, steering Reid away from the table.

Reid laughed as they walked off. 'Rossi is going to be pissed at you.'

'How much money did you win anyway?' Morgan asked.

'Two hundred thirty thousand and fifty dollars.' Reid said proudly as they walked to the exchange. 'Though I'll most likely lose approximately twenty five percent to taxes, which is about fivfty seven thousand, five hundred and twelve dollars and fifty cents.'

Morgan shook his head wonderingly. 'You're insane.'

'You won how much?' Prentiss asked incredulously a few hours later when everyone was on the plane.

'Two hundred thirty thousand and fifty dollars.' Reid said.

'That's almost a quarter million dollars.' Rossi said, looking at Morgan pointedly, mardi gra beads from who knows where dangling around his neck.

'Playing poker?' JJ asked, sounding impressed.

'Poker and Black Jack.' Reid said, sounding pretty satisfied with himself.

'When where you playing Black Jack?' Morgan asked, almost afraid of the answer.

'An hour before you showed up. I was at the Bellagio until they asked me very politely to leave.'

Rossi sighed heavily and Hotch raised an eyebrow.

'You better not have gotten black listed Reid.'

'I didn't!' Reid said indignantly. 'They just... escorted me out.'

'You're a horrible baby sitter Morgan.'

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Morgan was dumbfounded he couldn't even lift the glass of beer from the table. What the hell was I thinking? Is he even for real? He looked at the young doctor in front of him and his eyes widened more. The people in the bar went wild and flashes from cameras were everywhere. Derek Morgan, you're in a big trouble after this, he said to himself, breathed heavily and continued drinking.

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10 minutes earlier…

Morgan walked over his friends' table with beer for everyone. It was Saturday night and since there weren't any pending cases for them, they went to a local bar to relax and have a few drinks. Hotch and Dave declined, saying they have other already made some plans to spend their weekend.

'The interstellar gas cloud that comprises Sagittarius B contains a billion, billion, billions of liters of alcohol like this.' It was Reid who was talking. Morgan smirked as Prentiss, JJ, and Garcia groaned as Reid continued talking about stars.

'And what were ya'll talking about before this Sagittarius B?' Morgan asked as he placed their beers on their table. Reid was looking at him, eager to explain again the whole conversation.

'I was talking about-'

'He didn't want to know, Reid.' Emily cut him off and then glared at Morgan, 'Right, Morgan?'

'Yeah.' He answered with a nod. 'So how about a drinking match, Reid?'

'That's stupid.' Spencer said. 'I'm not going to do that!'

'Hey c'mon, let's make a bet!' Morgan suggested getting the genius' attention as well as the three other women in their table.

'What kind of bet are we talking about?' asked Reid.

Morgan grinned wider, 'Now we're talking, Pretty Boy.'

'You can't help it huh Spence?' JJ shook her head and took a sip of her drink. It is a joke within the team that Spencer will never back down from something especially if there's a bet involved. He always denies it, saying it was all for the sake of accepting the challenge.

'You should be called Bet Boy not Pretty Boy.' Prentiss interrupted and it was followed with laughter.

'Okay, okay. So maybe I'm into betting but that's because half of my life I'm surrounded by casinos and all. I can't help it.' He said defensively.

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'What is this little betting be about?' It was who Garcia who questioned Morgan. 'Are we talking about money bet here or truth/dare kind of bet?'

'How about truth/dare kind of bet?' JJ said and Emily immediately gave her a high-five.

'That will be fun!' The brunette added.

'Then truth/dare bet it shall be.' Morgan said.

'Why are you girls making the decision? It should be between the two of us.' Reid protested but they didn't mind him.

'So this is how it will be,' Morgan said and they all leaned closer to the table listening intently. 'The two of us will be doing the Das Boot with a little twist.'

'Das Boot?' Penelope asked sarcastically and raised an eyebrow.

'The Das Boot.' corrected Derek as the tech analyst scoffed.

'That's unfair! Look at him, he couldn't even finish one!' It was Emily who exclaimed.

'What's a Das Boot?' Everyone in the table turned to the young doctor and looked at him like he was from another planet. 'What? I don't know what it is.'

'I'm not surprised you didn't know that,' as JJ was about to explain to him what a Das Boot is, Morgan stopped her.

'I got this JJ.' He cleared his throat. 'Das Boot is a glass shaped like a boot. So the bet goes like this, whoever finishes two das boot first will be the winner.'

'That didn't sound so bad,' the genius answered and the three women groaned.

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'Are you in?' asked Morgan with a sheepish smile on his face.

'Okay I'm in.' Reid answered back with enthusiasm.

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Morgan grinned when he saw the horrified expression on Reid's face when a couple of women placed their beers on the table.

'What the hell is this, Derek?' He pointed to the two tall glasses of beer shaped like a boot. Derek was just grinning back at him. 'You said glasses! These are pitchers!'

Derek laughed loudly and said, 'You can't back out now.'

'Wh-what?'

'Are you guys ready?' The bartender asked to the crowd and the crowd went even wilder.

'Remember our bet and I will not be easy on you if I win.' Morgan said to him with a serious face.

'Are you two ready?' The bartender asked them. Morgan replied with the same energy but Reid just nodded. Morgan scoffed when he noticed Reid became pale due to nervousness.

'Okay! Drink up in...'

'Three, two, ONE!' Everyone on the bar shouted to the countdown. Morgan hurriedly grabbed his beer and drank like a mad man while Spencer spaced out.

'Hey man, start drinking.' Morgan heard the bartender, who was like somewhat a referee, said to Reid. Reid finally grabbed his own beer and started drinking. Morgan was taking his time with his beer and watched Reid's sour face as he struggled downing the beer. Just when he was about to empty his first boot, the beer went to his face. The people made sounds of disappointments.

'Shit!' He growled and somebody gave him a tissue to wipe the alcohol off his face and shirt. Spencer stopped for a while to analyze what just happened and then his face lightened up. It took him only a quick second to fully realize why it happened. As he was halfway from finishing his first beer Spencer rotated the sole of the 'boot' to prevent the beer from spilling.

'That's some technique you got there Doc!' Morgan shouted to him as the noise in the bar was deafening. The genius didn't paid attention to him and when he grabbed the other boot, Morgan quickly drank his own. The crowd went berserk as they watched Spencer drink the bitter liquid as if it was just water and Derek was left behind.

He finally set down his last boot and burped loudly and everybody laughed. Derek finished too after a few seconds, trailing very closely. He too finished with a loud burp.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner!' The bartender shouted and raised Spencer's right arm.

Penelope was the first to stand up and went to their direction as Emily and JJ followed her. 'You did great Reid!' She said happily and then turned to the other man beside her, 'and you too, my chocolate Adonis!'

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Derek gave her a hug and she welcomed it.

'That was a close match and honestly Reid, I never thought you'd win!' Emily said and laughed.

Spencer's head was spinning and was about to lose his balance when JJ caught him just in time and the others helped too.

'Are you ok, Spence?' JJ asked, worry written on her face.

'Yeah. I'm fine.' He said groggily as they all walk back to their table. 'Truth or dare, Morgan?'

Derek was silent for a moment before answering, 'Okay okay, I'll go for Dare.'

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'Morgan, what the hell are you wearing?' Rossi asked with his eyebrows knitted. Spencer, JJ, Emily, and Garcia tried their best to stop their laughing but a scoff escaped Spencer making Derek glare at him.

Derek walked into the bullpen in a tight white jeans, pink flowery long sleeves and thick-rimmed purple glasses. He even had a small orange bow tie.

'Isn't it too early for Halloween for you to be wearing a costume?' Rossi added making Derek scowl.

'Hey Reid! How long am I going to dress like this?' He growled.

'Let me take a picture of you first.' Spencer said and took out a camera.

'Hey, take a picture of us too!' Penelope handed Spencer another camera.

'Me too!' It was JJ who joined in.

'Count me in.' Emily raised a hand and left her table and joined the others.

'Hey Anderson!' Spencer called out to the agent a few feet away from them. 'Will you take a picture of us?'

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Anderson walked towards them and took the cameras from Spencer.

'One, two, three, cheese!'

'This isn't over, Reid!' Derek growled again and marched out of the bullpen to the changing room. They were all looking at the pictures and they were all laughing.

It wasn't too long when Hotch entered the bullpen and asked them, 'What the hell was Morgan wearing?'

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