Emily felt sick to her stomach as her friends pushed her through the entryway of the new hot spot in town Breast Friends. Her hair was wavy and she wore black skinny jeans, her grey wedge booties and a grey tank top, topped off with a red leather jacket. She grimaced slightly as she heard JJ's giggling behind her and felt Garcia's arm encircle her waist. "Come on sweetie pie! You gotta do it, so you might as well have fun."

Emily shook her head as her eyes slightly bugged out seeing two women make out over by the stage where a band was playing. "PG this is a gay bar! And I a-"

"You are straight. Yeah, we know." Hotch walked up behind her and squeezed her shoulders, chuckling slightly. "But you lost the bet, Em. Time to pay up."

She felt JJ and Garcia grab both her hands as the tried to pull her over to the bar. "Can't I just give you fifty bucks?"

"No!"

She sighed slightly as she sat on a stool, smiling shyly as the bartender looked at her. "Hi."

"What can I get ya' missy?"

Emily bit her lip and her breath quickened when she saw the bartender's eyes take a peek at her chest. "Just a beer, please."

"Oh Gumdrop that's no fun! Get her a mojito!"

Emily widened her eyes as the bartender immediately chuckled and nodded. "PEN! I don't want one!"

Garcia shook her head, her read curls bouncing slightly. "I don't really care, now do I? Nope! Doesn't look like it." She turned to the bartender, smiling wide as she set her glasses straight. "So, you like my little brunette? You know she can be very butch when not out at night."

"Penelope!"

She looked over to her embarrassed friend with an innocent pout. "What?"

Emily felt herself pout as she shook her head. "I'm not butch."

"Oh, but sweetie you are. Your combat boots, and all those pantsuits you have and wear to wor-"

"They're comfortable!"

JJ smirked at the two before looking out onto the dance floor, her eyebrow raising as she saw a blond staring at them. "Um, Em? I think someone has their eyes on you."

Emily turned on the stool and looked at the blond on the dance floor. Their eyes immediately connected and her eyes widened as the woman blew her a kiss. Her blond hair was straight and to her shoulders, a black dress hugging her every curve and her heels only about two inches. When she smiled it was wide, and her green eyes immediately lit up. She bit her lip as the blond woman ended up right in front of her, her fingers running through the side bangs of her golden hair. "Hi."

Emily smiled shyly as she shifted in her seat, her voice very soft. "Hi."

The blond chuckled slightly at the nervous woman in front of her. "Would you like to dance with me?"

Emily felt her breathing quicken as she felt Garcia patting her hand, and her eyes spotting the male team members watching her intently from the entrance door. "You k-know, I'm not really a dancer."

"Well then why don't we just get a booth?" Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at the brunette in front of her. "Talk a little bit? I'd like to get to know you."

Emily nodded slowly and let a real small smile spread over her face, her fingers slightly picking at her jeans. "Uh, yeah sure."

The blond smiled and held out her hand. "I'm Kelly by the way. Kelly Mitchell."

"I'm Emily. Emily Prentiss."

Kelly smiled as she gently pulled on Emily's hand, making her stand fully in front of her. "You don't really look like an Emily. But it's pretty."

Emily shivered slightly as she left her drink at the bar, following the blond to a booth farthest from people and the stage. She slid into her side, watching as Kelly smiled at her from the other seat. "So, I don't look like an Emily?"

Kelly shook her head as she giggled. "Not really, more like a Valerie."

Emily pursed her lips before letting out a nervous chuckle, clasping her hands together on the table in front of her. "I've never really thought about it, but thanks I think. That's a pretty name."

"So is yours."

Emily let her eyes reach Kelly's and she took in a breath, seeing how dark they had gotten. "Thank you. Um…do you live around here?"

Kelly nodded, licking her lips as she watched Emily shed her jacket, showing off her arms in her tank top. "I live over near Quantico, Virginia."

Emily's eyes widened as she saw Hotch and Morgan out of the corner of her eye. "That's so weird! I live there too."

"Oh my God! How long?"

"Around five years, at least. I'm not good at keeping track."

Kelly laughed as she nodded, rubbing her hand up and down her arm. "I've lived there for almost four." She turned her head to the bar, seeing a tall brunette staring there way, and she winked right after he nodded.

Emily quickly turned to see Hotch waving smugly, and her eyes widened on Kelly. "Do you know him?"

"Who? Aaron? Yes, I've known him since high school. And you're his girlfriend, right?"

Emily blushed as she nodded slightly, a smile creeping across her face. "Yeah, I am. Have been for nine months and four days."

Kelly smiled wide as she looked to the woman in front of her. "I thought you weren't good at keeping track."

"I can on important things."

The blond smirked when she saw the woman in front of her blush, and she quickly placed her hand over Emily's. "Em? If you have a boyfriend, why are you in a gay bar?"

Emily's brown eyes connected with Kelly's as a shiver went down her spine. "W-Well, I kind of lost a bet at work. So this is what I had to do." She then immediately froze when she realized who she was speaking to. "Not that being in a gay bar is a bad thing! I mean, being gay is great! Yeah, totally great. I mean I thought about it once but then I was…" She shook her head when she watched Kelly hold back a laugh. "Yeah, I don't know what I'm saying."

Kelly smiled wide as the brunette in front of her fixed the hair that had gotten in her eyes. "Ok, so lets just forget everything you just said. How about you come dance with me out on the floor, and we can make your boyfriend a little jealous?"

The older woman bit her lip and chuckled slightly. "You don't mind that I'm not gay?"

"Not at all. I like a challenge."