Author's Note: This is a sequel to one of my other stories, Sold! You don't have to read it to get this story, but I think it makes it more fun! This is either going to be a TWOSHOT or a THREESHOT, I'm not sure yet. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the story!

"I can't believe you're getting married in a…bar," JJ said distastefully.

Penelope grinned at her friend. It had been a little over a year since she had 'bought' Derek at the Annual Firefighters Auction and she was still reeling at how fast things had progressed between them. "Just for the first time. And you know it wasn't my idea. Derek insisted on it. The big wedding is going to be in Chicago."

"What if no one bids on me?"

Penelope turned to her friend and took a deep breath. She wouldn't even be in this predicament if Reid and Lila hadn't broken up. "Someone is going to bid on you," she said impatiently.

"Yes, but…what if no one knows that I'm going to be here?"

"Trust me," Penelope said dryly. "Word got out. Now, can we worry about me?"

"Who cares about you?" her friend joked.

"Right. Because I'm just the bride."

JJ laughed. "A blushing bride," she reminded her friend.

Penelope looked down at her simple white sundress. "Are you sure I look OK?" she asked worriedly as she took one last look at her reflection in the mirror.

"Stunning," Reid said.

Penelope turned to her friend. "Awww…thanks, Reid," she said, leaning in to hug him.

Reid cleared his throat awkwardly. "You're welcome," he said as he pulled away. "Are you ready?"

Penelope grinned as she nodded her head. Reid was walking her down the aisle—she felt it was only right since he'd been the one who'd opened her eyes to her feelings for Derek.

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Derek looked up as the music started—Hot Stuff was coming through the speakers loud and clear. He grinned as Hotch shook his head in amusement.

"Nice, Morgan," he said.

Derek looked at his boss. "Thanks." Getting married tonight might have been his idea, but walking down the aisle to Hot Stuff had been Penelope's. His eyes flew to JJ as she made her way down the 'aisle' followed by Prentiss. When the chorus to the song started, Penelope made her way through the curtain with Reid at her side. God, she was beautiful in her white flowing dress. He was wearing a pair of black pleated dress pants with a white button up shirt—his cuffs rolled up to his elbows per Penelope's request. They were going to have their big wedding in Chicago, but Derek had wanted to marry her here where it had all started.

And to think, he'd tried forever to get her to go out with him. She hadn't picked up on his not so subtle hints, but then she'd bid on him and he'd refused to let her get away after that.

He grinned at her and then winked. She threw her head back with a laugh. Her neck was bare, and he was glad. It was one of his favorite parts on her body. He couldn't wait to get his lips on it later tonight. He loved the feel of her pulse beneath his kisses as it increased.

When she reached him, Derek took her hand and they turned to Hotch, who had been ordained for the occasion.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mr. and Mrs. Derek Morgan!" Hotch said. The audience cheered—Hotch heard Haley's excited screech and winked down at his wife. Most of the people Penelope and Derek didn't even know. But it didn't matter—Derek was still kissing his bride and it didn't look like he was going to stop anytime soon.

Hotch laughed as he stepped around the couple and took the microphone that had been passed to him. "So to get on with the evenings events…" he started.

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Penelope pulled her mouth from Derek's and buried her face in his shoulder. "I think that's our cue to get off the stage," she said with a giggle.

"Yes," Derek growled. "We definitely don't need an audience for what I want to do to you next."

"Sweet Lord," she said. "I can only imagine."

Derek walked to the edge of the stage and jumped down, then turned around and grabbed Penelope by the waist, placing her on the floor in front of the stage.

"So, how does it feel to be married?" Haley asked with a grin as Derek and Penelope sat down at the table with their friends.

Derek laughed. "Great." He sighed exaggeratedly, wrapping an arm around Penelope. "I love the old ball and chain."

His wife rolled her eyes. "Is that my new nickname?"

"No, that's…" Derek turned to his wife and whispered something in her ear causing her to blush furiously.

"Derek," she breathed.

Reid rolled his eyes. "You guys are sickening."

"What are you drinking?" Derek asked.

"Long Island Iced Tea," Reid answered.

"Where's the umbrella?" Derek joked.

"It's not a fruity drink."

"And did you need two of them right away?" Derek lifted an eyebrow at his friend.

Reid grabbed the first glass and sucked it down in one swallow. "Yep," he said when he was finished. He reached for the other drink.

"You might wanna pace yourself," Derek said.

"Nope," Reid responded.

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If Derek and Penelope hadn't decided to get married tonight, Reid would have skipped the auction altogether. It didn't leave him with very warmhearted memories.

He'd actually been on the auction block last year—and nervous as all get out. But then Lila had showed up and bid on him and they'd shared an incredible night together. Reid thought it had only been the beginning, but he'd been wrong. When Lila had left, she'd gone back to her Hollywood lifestyle—and her boyfriend. They'd married two months later, leaving Reid to nurse his broken heart.

So, yeah, he might be a little bitter tonight. And everyone knew that bitterness was best served with a side of alcohol—hence the Long Island Iced Teas. Reid frowned at his second drink. It was disgusting, but apparently there were a lot of different alcohols in it, and since Reid never drank, he wasn't sure which one would put him out of his misery quickest.

He was over Lila—it hadn't taken long for that once he'd read in the papers that she'd gotten married. But he was alone. And he was sick of being alone…sick of being the guy who sat at the table and doled out advice to women because he was 'safe.' And really, who was he to give advice anyway when he barely had any experience with women? He sighed and sat back as the show went on, waiting for it to end so he could go.

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"You have got to be kidding me," Emily Prentiss mumbled to herself as the music continued. …Knocking me out with those American thighs…

She almost groaned as Hotch went on.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are witnessing an up until now unprecedented event here at the Annual Firemen's Auction. This next volunteer just joined up a few months ago and my guess is…this event was something that never crossed…her mind. Emily Prentiss is an F.B.I. agent at the headquarters here in Quantico and likes logic puzzles, the SyFy channel, and Kurt Vonnegut."

Emily groaned as she approached the curtain. When Hotch said it aloud, she sounded like such a geek. She'd be lucky if she even got one bid tonight. Thank God she'd changed out of her bridesmaids dress and into something more…sexy. Emily wasn't stupid—she may have been a geek on the inside, but on the outside—she knew she had a rockin' body. So she stepped out from behind the curtain with all the confidence she would have felt had Hotch not revealed her inner geek to the entire room. Her dark blue jeans looked—and felt—as if they'd been painted on and her white button up had the first three buttons open—her best push up bra beneath giving 'the girls' a lift.

She made her way to the end of the stage and was surprised when bids starting flying around left and right. She sighed in relief. But it was short lived. The bidding got steeper and steeper, weeding out the possible winners. Until it was down to the last two men. They were both hesitant as the bids got higher, but neither was giving in.

"Three thousand dollars," came a voice from the back.

Emily's jaw dropped. Apparently she should have had Hotch add men to her list of likes.

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Reid's eyes—along with everyone else's flew to the back of the room searching for the…woman who'd just bid three thousand dollars for an evening with Emily.

"Three thousand dollars," Hotch said hesitantly. "Do I have thirty five hundred?"

No one said anything and Hotch stood there as if he didn't know what to do. "Thirty five hundred?" he repeated almost desperately.

"Somebody do something!" Penelope hissed.

Reid still wasn't convinced this didn't constitute prostitution. But poor Prentiss. She looked so much like a deer in the headlights that she reminded him of himself a year ago.

It probably didn't hurt that her jeans outlined every single curve of her body. And it probably didn't hurt that her chin was practically resting on her chest. And it had definitely helped that he'd had two Long Island Iced Teas.

Yep…all of those things together made it a hell of a lot easier for Reid to swoop in and rescue her. "Four thousand dollars," he yelled as Haley's, JJ's, Will's, Derek's and Penelope's eyes flew to his face in surprise.

Along with Hotch's. Emily grabbed the microphone and pointed to Reid. "Sold!"