Sherwood Rv-6030r Manual Competition

Title: Competition
Category: Slash - Criminal Minds.
Pairing: Morgan / Reid; (Hotch mentions / random! Girl, Rossi / random! Woman, Morgan / random! Woman and Reid / random! Guy)
Rating: PG-15
Word counter: 2100 approx.
Disclaimer: Neither Criminal Minds and its characters belong to me. Took only "borrowed" nonprofit. The idea of history itself is míay any reproduction in whole or in part without my permission is plagiarism (a crime!). Rights of authors to whom it may concern references to intellectual property of others.
Summary: Morgan has an idea for getting bored in the bar. Too bad thethrow it backfires.

Competition

The bar is filled with people drinking and laughing, happy faces, people of different ages (newly accepted as adults to people in their late I forty, a little diversity expected), music that despite modern does not seem to upset anyone and accessible and delicious drinks. Incredibly

Penelope managed to get them all after a long day at the office and now she and the other two females flirt / trample a man who wants to be too clever with them. That makes smiled; Ra Morgan and Rossi, and although Reid feel out of place seems pretty quiet with Hotch talk about something that the other two are not enough to listen. A voluptuous brunette

approaches the group of men who are in the bar and orders another drink while Morgan scans up and down without hiding the smile of satisfaction on his lips drawn. The night has just begun and the dark colored lights the lamp is, that girl has given you a good idea to have a little fun the other night out.

The woman finally walks away, but nothing remains hidden glancing Morgan and Reid heard hawking, Rossi uncomfortable and pats his back as if he thought that the blonde has stuck withta tired and probably would

very good that someone take care of your paperwork.

-No .- repeated Rossi. And look at Reid and waiting for support on the negative.

- What is your game

? - Question to gobble up another drink and Morgan expected to finish a drink since it follows the journey of Adam and nut then clears his throat.

-A race .- murmurs safe, supporting both elbows on the bar. Damn my ego , think Rossi is already starting to like the idea .- A race again and this time is that Garcia, who takes a look and laugh at whatever the type that youhas said. Look closely and the two others laugh too, Prentiss and JJ sitting shoulder to shoulder, both mixing hair a little when shaken their heads in laughter - What say you, Dave?

"Not yet, listen all you have to say .- says, without hinting too that he likes the idea of 'competition' - What kind of competition you got in mind?

And although the explanation is simple, Morgan looks for words to keep the interest of any or no show that between his own ego and feel confident it will win. Just because you know very curious edmo would leave the results. - So? - Speaks Reid.

"The bar is pretty full, right? - Rossi and Hotch Reid nod and look to your sides, looking for something that gives you a clue to the next thing your partner will say" And there are many prey, right?

"No, no, no loose .- Rossi, interrupting him, leaving his glass with some force on the bar to strengthen his next words:" I'm out of this

game.

"Oh, come on, Dave, with that attitude of yours and all your books ... I saw to teenagers blush as you ask for autographs .- explains with a smile.

orme and somewhat alarmed. And nods.

-Sep any method

pretty boy. With that you think you will get more appointments. Do we see here in ... - look at his watch much? An hour?

-Aish, damn fools .- mentioned Rossi and away from them so lost in the crowd. The others imitate.

all want, but none say it loud, beat the competition.

dance together, shoulder to chest. Moving fun, smiling, shouting words or phrases on the loud music. And then, midway through the second song & oa pen that man hands him a napkin and start writing.

Morgan can not keep the smile on his face continues to grow.

Oh, yes, has this soooo won.

are at a table away from the dance floor. Wine glasses in hand, hanging from their lips smiles, compliments and questions about classic made in a low voice, sounding confident and seductive. Mild laughs, jokes and there is definitely a healthy pinch of vested interest there.

-Wow, a writer, an FBI agent. Anything else I should know?

.- responds "Yes sure, and he settles into his seat, leaning onLante, making their faces are closer to what Dave has thought it advisable considering that the woman is a complete stranger "May I pay you another drink. And I want your number. She laughs

resolved, as if ashamed, but he knows that. Then, nods and pulls out a small business card.

"My law firm makes these cards too formal .- exposed and turned to score his private number" I wish to call me soon.

Iluso of him for a few moments it was thought to be out of shape for that game.

suppress the smile of victory and feel and ask for a beer is a little tired of dancing.

- How did it go? - Asks mockingly. Remember Me

-

never accept Morgan games .- In response exposes Rossi.

-treatment .- Reid and Hotch said in unison.

- Do not be so! - Defends the time it takes a long glass of bitter beer fríay mouth "I bet you had fun as ever.

The glare of the three on his person was sufficient response. -Promise that no matter what result comes out, the girls (especially Garc & ipocket-Believe me when I say I will wait your call .- point and a last look at the luscious long blond there, going in between Rossi and Hotch. "Fifteen .-

account Rossi.

- What the hell was that?! - Morgan yells.

"You said any method, Derek. And also did not specify gender.

"Well, yes, but ...

Reid

white background makes her drink and gives him a nice, warm smile, his whole face lights up and runs his hand over Morgan's arm.

"Do not worry, I will not call anyone. With you I have more than enough.

And for the second time that night Hotch and Rossi feel out of place, something about Reid. They see him bend down and kiss Morgan. Who in turn returned the kiss right away and cling to the thin waist. Rossi looks away he sees the languages play together and wondered what the hell have to do that against them. "Maybe they are drunk .- Hotch claims.

But when a kind of whining (something like 'Ah

, Spence, played there

') escapes from his lips and hands of Reid is apparently pushing the crotch of the other, Hotch starts doubt. Or at least, is a routine that every time they meet bo