Authors note: I wrote this chapter a couple of months ago, but I didn't do anything with it, as I knew I probably wouldn't write more chapters, but I still haven't gotten the idea out of my head, so I decided that I either continue writing, or I let the story go, I settled for the latter. Although I know I won't be able to update this story, unless I write a few chapters before publicizing the next one. For example, I'm pretty much already done with the second chapter, but I won't update it until I'm done with chapter three and so on. It will take longer time between the updates, but it's the only way to do it, or I'll lose motivation and stop writing and just finish the story in my head instead.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters. (I just wish I did!)

Warning: This chapter contains some mild smut, so if you're not comfortable with that, you might want to reconsider reading this.

Emily sat at the bar in the dimly lightened club, looking out over the crowd on the dance floor, people were dancing and drinking and simply enjoying themselves. It was just like any other Friday night.

Emily slowly took a sip of her drink, she didn't feel like going up on the dance floor, she just wasn't in the mood, in fact she wasn't even in the mood of clubbing at all. She didn't even know why she had actually gone to the club in the first place, after coming home from work, it had seems like a good way to round off the week by going to the club and socialize a bit, because her social life, had steady, but slowly, faded away the last months, due to her new job at the Chicago Field office, now it was pretty much nonexistent.

Most of the time she worked on the weekends, her boss always seemed to have a load of paperwork for her to write, because that's what her days actually consisted of, paperwork, and she was sick of it. Since she had started he hadn't let her work in the field, not for real anyway, he was obviously testing her, trying to figure out what material she was made of. Emily however, was sick of all the paperwork, she wanted to do fieldwork, investigate, and not sit behind a god damn desk all day.

She sighed and took another sip of her drink and turned back to the bar, facing away from the dance floor. She drank up her drink and pondered on whether she should get another drink, or get the hell out of there. After considering her options for a few minutes, she settled on the latter one, at least until she heard a voice behind her.

"Is this seat taken?"

Emily turned around and saw an African-American guy standing there. The thought that first stroke her, was how good looking he was, a look that definitely would make all girls heads turn around and make them drool, Emily however wasn't as easy to distract, because of her job, she was used to professionalism and staying hard faced, though she did have to admit that he was smoking hot.

"No, it's all free." She said.

"Nice." He flashed a smile that would make most women faint, and sat down on the barstool beside hers and waved the barman over, ordering a beer.

"So, how comes that a beautiful woman like you sit here all alone, instead of being out there on the dance floor?" He asked, while taking a sip of his beer, looking at her with brown eyes.

Emily raised her eyebrows, she was shocked, about how bold that question was, especially the beautiful part and especially since he didn't know her at all. But at the same time, she couldn't help but liking it, it wasn't many guys that would throw such a comment to someone they didn't know, or even to their girlfriends, there was so many guys nowadays that was jerks and only cared about their own benefits. And even if Emily didn't know the guy that sat beside her right now, she just sensed that he was different in some way, even if he did look like a typical player.

"Well... It isn't really my thing." She muttered, which was a half lie, she did dance, and she just wasn't such a fan of doing it in clubs.

"How come you aren't up there yourself? I'm sure girls would crawl around you to get a dance." Emily muttered, but she immediately cursed herself in her head, wishing that she could suck the stupid words back into her mouth. But to her relieve, he just laughed before answering.

"That might be true... But I just didn't feel like dancing tonight." He said, glancing at the dance floor.

"It's too crowded for my taste, I prefer a bit more space." He continued. Emily nodded, and was about to lift her glass up to drink, when she realized that it was empty.

"Looks like you need a refill." He winked and waved the barman over once again.

"Will you get this lady another drink please?" He asked, nodding at Emily, who rolled her eyes at the word 'lady'.

"Of course." The bartender responded and turned to Emily.

"What would you like?" He asked. Emily glanced at the guy, who just nodded at her to order. She sighed, but ordered a beer. It seemed like she would be stuck here for a little longer. When her beer arrived, she took a sip of it, before switching her attention to the guy again.

"Thank you for the beer... Eh?" She started, realizing that she didn't knew his name.

"Derek." He smiled.

"Derek." Emily repeated.

"You're welcome...?" He said, looking at her and it hit Emily that he wanted to know her name too. She slightly shook her head, she was so untrained on talking to people, or more specifically, hot guys in bars.

"Emily" she finally said.

"Ah... You're welcome Emily." Derek said, smiling at her. She nodded and they sat in silence for a few minutes.

They drank their beers and chatted about various topics, at the beginning it was casual things, but the more Emily warmed up, the more relaxed and less awkward the conversations went. Emily didn't even realize how much time it had went by, or how many beers they had drunk. She didn't know if it was the alcohol or what, but she felt comfortable in Derek's company and she didn't seem to be able to stop herself from keeping the conversations going. Finally it was Derek who stopped talking, asking if it wasn't time for them to have a real drink.

"Like what?" Emily asked, a bit tipsy from the beers, she wasn't drunk, or near drunk, but she started to feel the alcohol affect her head.

Derek just said that he had an idea and winked at her, before he waved the barman over once again. Emily couldn't hear what Derek said as he lowered his voice to order, but the bartender seemed to hear as he nodded, before disappearing. When he came back a little while later, he carried a tray that he sat down in front of them.

"Shots?" Emily asked, glancing down at the shot glasses on the tray. Derek nodded.

"First to five?" He asked.
"If you think you can keep up, of course." He smirked and Emily let out a laugh.

"Oh bring it on, buddy."

A little while later Derek sat down his last shot glass on the bar table and swallowed the last of his drink.
"Look at that... All five done, it means that I win." He smirked at her.

"Whatever." Emily muttered, drinking up her last shot on in one go.

"So... what do I win?" Derek asked huskily, leaning forward towards her. Emily swallowed, the look on his face was serious, but still playful. But the look in his eyes sparkled in a different way than before. Lust.

That's what she saw in his eyes, and Emily couldn't decide if it made her uncomfortable or not. She wasn't the type of girl who really did one-night-stands. Part because of her job, it had made her a bit paranoid, knowing what kind of guys it existed actually out there. She'd worked on cases where one night stands had ended up in homicide.

Just the thought of it sent a shiver down her spine. So yes, she was careful when it came to guys flirting her up in bars and clubs.

The other part was the fact that it usually was jerks and douchebags that always flirted with her and wanted to try and hook her up, guys who just saw it as a game, or tried to impress their homies by trying to pick up as many girls as possible in one night. Those were they kind of guys that seemed too been drawn to Emily like magnets, and she didn't fancy it, neither did she find it attractive, or as a turn on in any way. So that was the reasons why she didn't do one-night-stands.

Derek however, seemed different. He just didn't seem to fit the category the typical 'douche guy', even if he was a bit of a player. Emily had noticed that as soon as she had laid her eyes on him, but could she really blame him? He was extremely good looking, he had muscles that most guys would kill for, a smile that easily could make every other girl in the club fait if he smiled at them. He was attractive, there was no way denying that.

But despite that, Emily just couldn't put him in the same category as the other guys. Because even if he was a player and had flirted with her since the minute they first met, he hadn't been anything but gentle with her. He wasn't submissive or arrogant, neither did he seem to be as urgent to get into her pants as all other guys she had met in bars were. This was one of the reasons why she felt safer in his company, than she usually did with guys that were strangers to her.

"What's a worthy prize then?" Emily asked slowly, not taking her eyes off him. He smiled and nodded slightly towards the dance floor.

"Getting you up on that dance floor." He said.

"No way. I told you I didn't like dancing." Emily shook her head.

"Neither did I, but it's a little less crowded now." He said, Emily was about to protest against it, but he stopped her.

"C'mon Princess, I'm sure you're a great dancer." He winked at her, but one thing stuck in Emily's head.

"Princess?" She asked in surprise, which caused Derek to look embarrassed for a moment.

"Sorry, I've a bad habit of giving people nicknames. It just slipped." He apologized. And Emily nodded slowly, deciding to not bring it up again.

"Okay... Fine. I'll dance, but only one song." She jumped of the barstool, feeling a bit dizzy as she did so. The alcohol had gone to her head more than she thought.

"You ok there?" Derek asked. Emily nodded and walked towards the dance floor, which was still crowded with people, although it wasn't as full as it had been when Emily first had arrived to the club.

They found a pretty much empty spot on the dance floor and started dancing. Emily was a bit shy at first, but the longer she kept going, the more comfortable she felt. She found Derek's eyes in the crowd, and she couldn't help but smirk towards him. He stood there, just watching her, with a stunning look on his face. Emily let out a low laugh and moved towards him. When she reached him, she boldly put her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"I thought you were the one wanted to dance?" She whispered huskily in his ear.

"Watching you dance is more fun..." He breathed.

"Oh no buddy. You're going to dance too." Emily said firmly. And so they did. They danced and Emily found herself enjoying it, for the first time in ages, she was actually having fun.

Emily had her back against him when the music started to slow down, so Derek grabbed her and spin her around, so she was facing him. The music was beating in a lower rhythm now, which caused Derek to pull her closer to him. His hands rested on her back, while hers were clasped around his neck.

Emily could feel how her heart thumped in her chest, out of nervousness and excitement of what was coming next. She looked up and saw that Derek's face were just a few inches from hers, then all of sudden, his lips were pressed against hers.

Emily was paralyzed for a few seconds before kissing him back, she kissed him in a way she had never kissed anyone before, at least not in a drunk state. She felt how his tongue ran along her bottom lip, searching for the permission to enter. Emily parted her lips and let him in and she could feel the taste of him, he tasted of sweet and alcohol. And Emily had to admit that he was a really, really good kisser.

After a while they parted, not because they wanted to, but because they needed to breathe. Derek chuckled and rested his forehead against hers, which was an oddly intimate position.

"What do you say Emily? Should we get out of here?"

Emily swallowed. This was the point where she usually stopped things, because she knew that after answering that question, there was no turning back. She thought about how crappy those few times had been, when she'd actually gone home with a guy, just to get some release because she had been really sexually frustrated, but it hadn't gone as she had expected it to go and she had ended up being just as frustrated as before, so in the end, she still had to take care of it on her own.

She thought of that time when the guy had been a total jerk and just wanted to beat the crap out of her as a way to get off. That hadn't been the worst time though. The worst time had been when she had gotten trapped in the back room of a club with four guys that wanted to take turns with her, luckily she had been able to get out of there before they had been able to try anything, but it was after that time that she decided not to do one night stands. Those times were the reason why she hesitated before giving Derek an answer.

Emily took a deep breath, before she finally has him her answer.

"Yes..." She whispered, although it was barely hearable. Then she took Derek's hand and guided him off the dance floor, towards the exit. Once they were outside the club, they began kissing again, and this time it wasn't slow, this time it was pure lust and almost desperate. Derek pretty much had her pressed up against the wall of the club, their bodies were pressed together and Emily couldn't help but let out a moan when she felt how something pressed against her core.

"Your place or mine?" mumbled Derek into her mouth.

"I live just a few blocks from here." Emily breathed. Derek nodded.

"Your place it is then... Should we catch a cab or walk?" He asked.

"Walking will get faster." Emily answered.

"Let's go then..." Derek said, grabbing her hand and they began walking.

They stumbled up the staircase towards Emily's apartment and by the time she had locked the door behind them, she was so god damn turned on that she just wanted to rip both of their clothes off. Derek had her pinned against the back of the apartment door, just as he had at the club earlier that night.

They were kissing each other in a frantic way, with their hands roaming over each other's bodies.

Emily's hand ran under Derek's shirt and she could feel the ripples of what she assumed was a very well trained six pack under her fingertips. In eager she ripped his shirt off him and she saw that she had been right. Derek had a very sexy and very well trained and well-muscled body, just the sight of it made her want to drool.

Derek nibbled on Emily's collarbone as he started to unbutton her blouse. He threw it off her and it joined his shirt on the floor. He kept kissing and licking along her collarbone, as he massaged her breasts through her black lace bra. Emily moaned a moan that sounded like music to Derek's ears and he felt how his arousal strained against his pants. And he couldn't help but rubbing it against Emily's thigh, so she could feel exactly what she did to him.

Emily whimpered when she felt his arousal against her tight, it sent a whole rush of excitement down to her own core and she could feel herself getting gone. She couldn't wait to actually get Derek out of his pants, and she thought that this was probably the longest for-play she had ever had, at least with a one nightstand.

"Damn." Derek suddenly muttered as he kissed his way up her throat.

"What?" Emily breathed.

"I don't have any condoms."

Emily chuckled, she was impressed over the fact that he could remember such a trivial, but necessary thing in this moment.

"I think I have some... In my bedroom drawer." Emily mumbled against his neck as he teased her one of her nipples with his tongue.

Then he nodded and moved his hands to her butt and lifted her up, and Emily automatically locked her legs around his waist.

"First door to the right." She instructed and Derek moved down the hallway, until he came to her bedroom. He walked into the room and laid her down on the bed, and just within a few minutes, he was on top of her. He shed the rest of her clothes in one move, and even in a drunken state, Emily couldn't help but feeling a bit exposed as she laid there completely naked while he still had his pants on. So she moved her hands downwards his body and started working on his belt buckle, and she actually managed to drag his pants and boxers down in one move, just like he had done with her clothing.

She couldn't stop her eyes from widening at the sight of his manhood. Emily had read some of these trashy- erotic novels, where the leading male characters were described to have some kind of giant tool, but she had never believed in it. Emily had always just thought that it was some crap that the authors made up to make the sex scenes sound better and feel more erotic, after tonight though, she might would have to change her mind about it.

"Like what you see?" Derek teased.

Emily stared up in his eyes and saw the smirk on his face. She just pointed towards the drawer beside her bed.

"The condoms should be in there."

Derek reached towards it and opened the drawer, fumbling around in it for a minute or two, until he hit something that felt like a condom package and pulled it out. He ripped the package open and put it in its right place.

"Ready?" He asked and glanced down at Emily, who nodded slightly, without taking her eyes off him.

"Oh fuck." She moaned as he slid into her. This was going to be one hell of a night.

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