It takes ten seconds after you end the call for Hotch to call Reid. After, he raises an eyebrow at you.

"Are you gonna be alright?"

The room is only spinning a little, so you give him a thumbs up.

You didn't have a case the previous week, so you both had go bags at the office. He grabbed one of his own winter coats and helped you into it before grabbing one for himself. Reid grabbed his own keys and herded you into the elevator.

On the steps outside of your building, he wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I'm not hammered." you hissed at him.

"Maybe not, but you're stumbling."

Were you? Huh. You could have sworn you were doing a fine job of walking.

Luckily, you had left your credentials in your jeans, so you didn't have to stop by your apartment. You didn't feel quite as lucky when the security officer at the gate was watching you squirm around in the passenger seat to get them out of your back pocket.

The moment you opened the conference room door, Hotch was staring into your soul. Despite the "don't profile each other" rule, he had a spooky way of reading everybody instantly. On second thought- it might have been the bottle of water that you made Reid get for you, which you were now taking tiny sips of.

Either way, you were pretty coherent for the briefing. You'd probably ask JJ to give you a run down again in a few hours anyway. Things went well until you boarded the jet. Prentiss and Morgan were having the time of their lives listening to you ramble about whether or not Anderson, who didn't technically work for the BAU but had a desk in the bullpen and was friendly with the team, was gay.

Ten minutes into the flight was when you started to feel rough. Fifteen minutes in, you hauled your ass to the bathroom to throw up. Prentiss came in to hold your hair as you started to vomit.

You sat back against the wall when your stomach was empty. Prentiss passed you (another) bottle of water.

"Hotch is going to kill me." you leaned your head in your palms.

"Nah, you'll be alright. Before you joined, we got called in on a case early in the morning after one of my college friend's bachelorette parties. If Hotch was going to fire people for showing up drunk, it would have been then. We're on call 24/7, every day of the year. It happens."

You tilt your head to make eye contact with her.

"Thanks, Em."

"Ready to go back out there? I'll kick Reid off the couch so you can take a nap." She stood and held a hand out to you.

You took her hand and let her help you up. She motioned to Reid, but you shook your head, instead lying down with your feet in his lap. Falling asleep while drunk on a plane felt a bit like falling asleep on a rollercoaster, but you managed it. The case took you to the west coast, so you got a few good hours of sleep in before JJ woke you up to rebrief you.

It was nearly eight in the morning, so you shuffled off the plane and straight to the offices of local law enforcement. You spent most of the day in the office and on the phone with Garcia, trying to connect the dots the team found as fast as possible. The day didn't wrap up until nearly ten at night. Thankfully, you were in San Francisco, where plenty of restaurants are open late. The same was true for D.C., but it wasn't uncommon in smaller cities and rural towns for the team to awkwardly break for dinner while things were open before returning to staring at bloody bodies and interviewing killers.

JJ convinced you and Prentiss to get take out together and you ended up eating it on the floor of yours and Prentiss's hotel room.

"Wanna tell us where you were last night?" JJ grins while she lifts a forkful of her meal to her mouth.

"Do I have to?" you feel a touch of a blush on your cheeks.

"Yes!" She and Prentiss said at the same time.

"I was at Reid's apartment. I got started on the champagne way earlier than he did." JJ nearly chokes.

"Champagne? You two got something to celebrate?" Prentiss playfully poked at you.

"I bet they will soon." JJ smirked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you fired back, but there wasn't much heat in your voice.

"Have you told Emily about your plan?" She asked.

Prentiss caught your eye and mouthed "baby?" at you.

"Yep. Penny knows too. I told him I'm in. That was my last night of getting drunk before we start, ya'know..." you trailed off.

"Fucking?" Prentiss helpfully adds.

"Trying!" you correct.

There's a beat of silence before JJ says "So, are you gonna fuck him?"

"I guess." you mumble, face bright red. They both make you promise to spill the details afterwards, which you agree to with no intention of doing. If anybody is going to hear about it, you'd be calling Morgan and Garcia, the masters of drama and gossip. Those two would take you out for brunch and keep the details between the three of you.

"JJ, are you guys still thinking about getting a dog?" you start, and the conversation falls into an easy pace until the three of you turn in for the night.

a/n: We cracked 10k words!! hope you all enjoyed! If I had to pick characters from cm to gossip with, it would 100% be garcia and morgan bc you just know they'd buy mimosas and take your side

also, I realize that usually garcia doesn't go by penny but its cute and she warms my heart so i think y/n would have a special spot in her heart for her too (also I realize, i haven't had y/n call Reid "Spencer" yet, im working on incorporating it lol)