Night on the Town

Author's Note: So this is my first crossover fic, but not only that, it's also the complete opposite topic of what I usually write. There's no drama, no danger, no pain in this one. Instead you just get some light, fluffy girl time. Obviously time out to relax and enjoy yourself with friends isn't my cup of tea, and I have very little experience with it. I'm not completely pleased with how this turned out, but such is life. Enjoy it if you would like while I start working on one that's more up my alley.

Chapter One – A Night Out

"I have no idea how you pulled this off, but I'm really glad you did," Emily told JJ as she pulled the door of her hotel room closed.

JJ grinned, her eyes twinkling with amusement. The team had finished their most recent case earlier that afternoon after almost three days of hard work. During their time on the case, JJ and Emily had become close with the two female detectives of the Manhattan Special Victims Unit. When Detective Benson had suggested a night out to drink and relax together, the others had immediately jumped on the idea. The only challenge had been convincing Agent Hotchner that the BAU could wait until the next morning to fly back to Quantico. Somehow JJ had managed to sway him to the plan.

"I'm just talented," she answered as she waited for Emily to join her.

"Of course, but this is Hotch. I didn't think anyone could convince him to do something he didn't want to do."

"It really wasn't that hard. Hotch is nothing compared to the media circus I used to deal with."

Emily laughed, knowing the truth of those words. JJ could pull off miracles with the media.

"Have him wrapped around your little finger, huh?"

JJ rolled her eyes as they headed toward the lobby.

"I wouldn't go that far."

"Uh huh," Emily smirked.

She knew full well that JJ had no more pull on their boss than anyone else on the team. If Hotch had really minded staying, he wouldn't have given in no matter what persuasion JJ employed to convince him. Regardless of this fact, Emily continued her joking. It was too much fun to tease her. JJ didn't seem to mind. If anything she was glad for the opportunity to throw something back at Emily.

"I have worked with him for a long time."

Emily's eyes glittered. JJ had set her up perfectly. This was going to be good.

"Makes you sound old, JJ."

JJ stumbled to a stop, her mouth hanging open. Emily, laughing now, just continued into the lobby where the two detectives should be waiting. It took JJ a moment to pull herself together, but when she did she hurried after.

"Like you're one to talk! You're older than I am!" JJ shot back when she'd caught up.

"I don't want to hear it from either of you!"

Both Emily and JJ swung around at the sound of Olivia's voice. She was standing only a few feet away, a hand resting on her hip and a smile on her face. Amanda Rollins stood right beside her. Both women were dressed in more relaxed clothes than they usually wore to work. The two FBI agents were likewise dressed for their night out. Emily and JJ nodded toward Amanda and returned Olivia's smile.

"You can't be that much older than me," Emily pointed out as they all headed for the hotel exit.

"Maybe not, but unless you've experienced a mid-life crisis you have no right to talk," Olivia countered, mildly amused. She had no intention of actually comparing ages. It was something that you just didn't talk about.

Amanda lifted an eyebrow and glanced at her coworker in surprise. Olivia had a lot of experience, but she'd never struck Amanda as old.

"And you have?" she asked skeptically.

Olivia chuckled and pushed the door open, holding it until the others walked through. When they started down the street, Olivia finally answered.

"More than one."

"You're kidding!" Emily exclaimed.

Olivia hadn't seemed old enough to even have one, let alone two. As if her appearance wasn't enough of an indication, the entire time they'd worked together the detective had been just as focused, driven, and energized as the others. Then again, Rossi could pull that off too, and he'd already retired once.

Amanda and JJ seemed just as shocked with the news. Olivia simply nodded and led them around the corner to where her car was parked.

"I had one just recently, actually."

Amanda frowned, trying to work out what that meant. She didn't really know Olivia at all even though they'd been working together for over half a year. Olivia had never been one to share much about herself. Still, Amanda figured this crisis had to be work related. She'd seen Olivia slowly come around from her cold demeanor earlier in the year. It was probably related to that and the massive changes in the 16th precinct.

"Work related?"

Olivia shrugged, not planning on giving more details. Her personal life was just that. Personal. Anything more than grazing the surface would be prevented.

"Let's just agree now to stay off the gory details of the work topic, okay?" JJ asked pleadingly. They were out to have fun, and she didn't want work jeopardizing that in the least.

The other three women seemed to agree, and JJ received a "definitely" and "for sure" in response. A moment later, Olivia paused beside her car and rested a hand on the roof.

"And this would be my first mid-life crisis."

JJ and Emily's faces were just as stunned as Olivia had expected them to be. Amanda had had the same wide-eyed, jaw dropped stare earlier when Liv had picked her up. JJ recovered first.

"This is your mid-life crisis?" she asked incredulously.

Olivia grinned in amusement.

"You don't really need a car in Manhattan, but a few years ago I just up and bought one."

"You seriously own a Mustang convertible?" Emily demanded her eyes still wide as she reverently touched the hood. She may not be a guy, but that didn't mean she didn't know a nice car when she saw one. It may not be overly flashy or modern, but damn.

"That's what you're looking at, yeah," Olivia confirmed as she slipped her key into the lock and opened the door. "Hop in."

Emily didn't need to be asked twice. She climbed into the back seat and admired everything inside. JJ joined her in back, more amused at Emily's awe than anything else. Once Amanda had joined Olivia in the front seat, Liv started the car and began backing out.

"What year is this?" Emily asked.

"I'm going to assume you're talking about the car and haven't gotten so lost in it that you forgot the actual year."

JJ snickered at Olivia's teasing. Emily totally deserved it after earlier.

"A '65."

"This is incredible you know."

Olivia glanced into the rearview mirror at Emily and shook her head. The car may be incredible, but it had gotten her into trouble as well. Someone had used her car to set her up for murder. She'd quickly become the prime suspect in the case and had even been sent to Rikers after arraignment, pending trial. After she'd been cleared of all charges, thanks to the hard work of the rest of the SVU, she hadn't had the heart to get rid of the car.

"Okay, enough!" JJ interrupted before Emily could continue praising the vehicle. "This is a girls' night. Please don't make me feel like we're still with all of the guys."

Emily grinned and didn't seem overly concerned with the fact that she'd bothered JJ. Teasing was a great method of stress relief; one they couldn't really use during a case. Usually it had to wait until they were all back on the jet and heading for home. The entire team tended to make up for that when they weren't knee deep in an assignment. For Emily, now was as good a time as any. Still, she figured she might as well try to be nice by changing the subject.