AN: Thanks for the reviews. After asking the question here and on facebook, I have determined who to mix with JJ and Prentiss...However, never fear...just because I played a little with Prentiss's and JJ's mates doesn't mean I will be mixing up Morgan and Garcia ever—they're stuck with each other*wink*...


Two weeks earlier...

It was late on a Friday afternoon. Most everyone was sitting around, waiting for the end of a long, rather hellacious, but still satisfying week. That was the way it was when you were part of a team that hunted the worst of the worst in society.

Penelope Garcia came stomping into the bullpen, carrying armloads of magazines, wearing a scowl on her face and four inch heels on her feet. She announced as she approached, "Who needs kitchenware?"

"Kitchenware, baby?" Derek asked, turning from his perch on the corner of Prentiss' desk to ask his question.

Immediately, Penelope handed him a magazine and growled, "Order something."

While Morgan stared at the magazine, Penelope continued to hand her magazines out, still looking none too pleased.

"Uh...why kitchenware, Garcia?" Reid asked, unable to keep the amusement from his voice. Garcia was not a very talented chef. It didn't take a genius to recognize it; it was common knowledge in the BAU.

"Because I did a stupid favor for someone," she said, pretend glaring at Derek, before thrusting a magazine at JJ, "and because I did that favor on the night that I had my group and had to ask a favor of someone else for a few hours, I suddenly felt like I had to volunteer to host that person's Fancy Food party."

"Who?" Prentiss asked.

"Kelly."

"Kelly Johnson?" Derek questioned, looking up from the magazine.

Penelope nodded in agreement. "The tech I work with. She was having a Fancy Food party, and no one else was signing up to throw a party, and she looked so forlorn," Garcia explained, shaking her head sadly. "I felt like I had to do it."

Prentiss winced sympathetically. "Guilt by association."

"I would've volunteered, too," JJ added with a nod.

"I wouldn't have," Derek said with a chuckle, snapping the magazine shut and handing it to Penelope. "She liked watching Clooney."

Penelope's eyes widened. "What?"

He shrugged. "She told me she liked watching my dog, and she would get together with me any time to watch him again."

Penelope rolled her eyes. "That has nothing to do with Clooney, and you know it."

He put his hands up defensively. "Hey, I'm just repeating what she—"

"Stop!" Penelope whacked him with the magazine. "Just buy a potato peeler or something!"

He grinned wickedly, and then leaned in and cupped her cheek. "Did I ever tell you I love you for babysitting Clooney?"

She pouted, but her eyes were smiling. "That makes it a little better, I suppose..."

Prentiss rolled her eyes and asked, "What night is the party?"

"January twenty-seventh. It's a Friday," Pen said. "It's all women, so Reid and Rossi, you two don't have to go—"

"Hallelujah," Dave said, picking up his magazine to leave. "I'll order something, kitten, okay?"

Penelope smiled at him. "Thanks, big guy." She turned toward her girls. "You and JJ are coming for sure, right?"

Em shook her head with amusement. "Sadly, I have nothing better to do but hang with Sergio. So, yeah. I'm in." She glanced at JJ. "Jayje?"

"Ah...I can't that day," JJ said, the words sounding very forced and unnatural. She swallowed and started to flush as everyone turned to look at her. Even Rossi, who was ten steps towards the door, had stopped in his tracks.

Penelope frowned. "Hey, peaches, you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said, but she held her fingers together tightly.

"Why can't you go?" Reid asked.

JJ smiled, but it looked rather constrained. "Because I am getting married that day."

Everyone's jaw dropped at the same time. JJ and Will had been together for a very long time, but their relationship had been very rocky from day one. It was expected that someday, they might get married for the sake of their son, Henry, but not anytime soon.

Penelope was the first to recover. She hugged JJ excitedly and said, "Congratulations, Jayje! I'm so happy for you!"

JJ blushed and smiled naturally that time. "Thanks."

Prentiss hugged JJ. "Whoa, good surprise there! Congratulations!"

"Yes, congratulations, JJ," Reid added.

Morgan smiled. "Congrats."

Prentiss gave her an odd look. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I don't know," JJ said, sighing and shrugging. "It's not a really huge thing."

"Getting married?" Garcia said, her eyes like saucers behind her pink square frames. "That's enormous!"

JJ chuckled. "I know that, but it's fine. We're not making it a really big thing. It's what we should've done before Henry was born."

"Is that what you want, JJ?" Rossi asked softly, taking a step closer. He looked surprised and concerned.

Rossi had played a big part in bringing her back to the BAU, and in the months since she'd returned to the BAU, JJ had become Rossi's protege. He'd taken her under his wing and helped develop her skills as a profiler. He was also the most intuitive member of the team, and from his expression, he sensed something wasn't right.

"Yes, I'm fine," she said, catching Rossi's gaze. "It's the right thing to do."

"Then I'm very happy for you. Congratulations, Jennifer," he said with a faint smile, before walking away.

"A church on a Friday?" Morgan asked. "How'd you swing that?"

JJ shook her head. "It's not a church. We're going to the justice of the peace."

"Wow," Emily added with a low whistle. "Really?"

"It's fine, really!"

Penelope noticed that JJ kept saying she was fine. Everything seemed fine to her...but her eyes didn't sparkle like with excitement like someone who was really fine with the whole proceedings. Not only that, when she and JJ had talked weddings and romance, JJ had always mentioned big churches and white dresses and Henry in a little ring bearer tux. Not a very fine JOP quickie job.

"Are you having a reception?" Reid asked.

"Just having dinner with Will and Henry afterward," JJ said. She glanced around the room. "I'm not making a big deal, guys, honest."

"Oh, no," Penelope announced. "You cannot be the first married person in the BAU—"

"Hotch was married," Reid interjected.

"He's not now!" she said, glaring him into silence before turning back to JJ. "As I was saying, you cannot lose your single status and not go out with a bang."

"A bang?" JJ asked, with a finely arched blonde brow.

"A big kaboom," Penelope explained with a nod. "We're having a team farewell to singlehood party!"

Prentiss grinned. "Now you're talking! It would be a blast, Jayje. Cocktails, dancing, uninhibited fun..."

"Sounds like Vegas," Reid grumbled.

"Exactly!" Penelope squeaked, jumping up and down in excitement. "Let's go to Vegas! Let it all hang out and get wild."

"Vegas?" Now JJ's eyes were enormous. "I don't know if I can with Will, and—"

"Oh, come on," Penelope pleaded, her crooked, mischievous grin making JJ smile in return. "I'll ditch Kevin for that weekend, you ditch Will, and we can be footloose and fancy free."

"Yes, JJ, let's do it!" Emily added, sounding as excited as Penelope.

JJ bit her bottom lip. "I don't know..."