JJ slid into the booth across from Emily, sliding another drink across the table.

"Damn Jayje, are you trying to get me drunk? And if so, why?"

JJ simply smiled at her friend from where she was sitting. She could already see that Emily's cheeks were flushed, her eyelids seeming heavy as she blinked slowly. One or two more drinks and maybe Emily would divulge the information that she and Penelope had been trying to coax out of her for the past two weeks. Garcia had tried earlier in the week and had surprisingly failed, making JJ doubt her ability to get anything out of Emily. If Pen couldn't get something out of someone, then who could?

But they really wanted to know.

The smirk on her face must have given her away, because next thing she knew, Emily let out a disbelieving laugh.

"Jayje! You were going to try to get me drunk just to find out how Derek is in bed? Really?"

"Emily, just tell me! Come on. Why not?"

"Excuse me, Miss-I-Kept-My-Relationship-With-Will-A-Secret-For-A-Year, do you really want to talk about privacy?"

"That is so not even relevant!"

"Oh, it will always be relevant. Why are you guys so curious, anyway?" Emily asked, pulling out her cell phone and tapping out a quick text message.

"Because," said Garcia, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, holding three more drinks. "Chocolate stud muffin used to always brag about his "abilities", and we were always curious as to whether or not he was exaggerating. Now we have an in, a source, a spy! And you're not humoring us."

"Pen, I thought you had a date with Kevin tonight?"

"No, no, no, Emily the Strange and Great. Do NOT change the subject."

Emily held up her hands in surrender as Garcia slid into the booth next to JJ and handed them each a drink. Emily rolled her eyes but still smiled, taking a sip from it.

"What, exactly, are you guys curious about? Not that this is me agreeing to tell you anything," Emily added on when she saw JJ and Penelope begin to get excited.

"Oh, anything, really…" JJ started.

"How big?" interrupted Garcia.

"Excuse me?" Emily asked after almost spitting out her drink from laughter.

"How big? Come on. Just give us a quick show of the hands."

Emily felt her phone buzz and flipped it open to read the text she'd received. Smiling, she looked up at JJ and Garcia.

"Sorry, ladies- gotta go," she said. "Derek came to pick me up."

"Em, you called your boyfriend to come save you from us? No fair! We were counting on getting you sloshed and then you having to depend on us for a ride!"

Emily winked and slid out of the booth, leaning over to kiss them both on the cheeks.

"And when I realized that was your plan after the fourth drink you brought me, I texted him."

"Jayje!" Garcia exclaimed, hitting JJ lightly on the arm. "I told you we should've taken away her cell phone!"

"Maybe next time," Emily said while laughing at Penelope. "I love you both. I'll see you Monday."

"Bye," JJ and Penelope responded glumly, accepting their defeat.

"Hey," Emily called, turning around to face them as she walked backwards through the bar. When she had their attention, she held her hands out in front of her as a sort of measurement, adjusting until she had the size about right and winking at them, laughing as she saw the realization on their faces.

As she turned and walked away, she heard Garcia yell "I TOLD YOU!"

Opening the passenger door of Derek's car and sliding in.

"Hey baby," he said, leaning over to kiss her. "How was your night?"

"Garcia and JJ spent the night trying to get me to tell them how good you were in bed."

Derek laughed and pulled away from the curb. "I would expect nothing less from those two."