DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING

A/N: I hope you enjoy this...Next chapter, with the boys :P Tell me your opinions, please!

"How about this dress?" Emily asked, trying to hold a laugh "Is not this adorable?"

Penelope pulled her phone out of his ear. "It's too cheesy even for me. And I am the Candy, Candy of Virginia, honey," she said, smiling widely before returning to talk on the phone "Kevin, please don't be like that ... oh yeah, and could care less what happens between you two from now on! "

Emily looked at her perplexed, until Penelope rolled her eyes and pulled the phone away from her mouth "Do you mind? It is a private conversation"

"Do you want to hang up this idiot? Need your opinion!" Emily said, pointing to herself up and down "Look at me, I'm like a big meringue cake and you don't care!"

"Do not shout, please ... My head is going to explode," Jennifer whispered, still massaging her temples "I think I'm going to throw up"

Emily grabbed Penelope's phone, determined to finish this stupid conversation.
"Kevin?"

"Yeah ... who are you?"

"Bridezilla. Now hangs that damn phone before I start kicking your ass"

Penelope looked at her wide-eyed, totally shocked. Emily feared have crossed the line, but when a smile played on the lips of her crazy friend, she knew she had done the right thing. "Now, what about my dress?"

"Oh, I really hoped you were kidding us" Jennifer said from a chair, watching the flashy white dress up and down. The bottom of the dress was so wide that if Hotch decided to get under all that fabric to kiss his wife's crotch during ceremony, no one could tell the difference. She shook her head in disgust at her own perverted thoughts. "Please take off that thing ... You're too divine to wear a dress so shabby"

"Penelope?" Emily asked, smiling, walking around to show her dress. "Do you still think that this dress is cheesy?"

"Hell, yes," she replied with a look of disgust on her face "It is awfully cheesy. You seem my grandmother on her wedding day, but of course, this was the twentieth century fashion. My granny had an excuse, you do not have it, dear "

Emily laughed loudly, while Penelope made her a picture with her phone. She did not even notice when her friend took the photo.

"Are you ready to be tredding topic, Emily Prentiss?"

She watched in horror Penelope's evil smile, and rushed to snatch the phone. "Do not even put that on the internet, you tared nerd!"

Penelope began to spin around,, while Emily stood behind her, trying to boycott her mission.

"Girls, please, stop a minute," Jennifer said, closing her eyes, "I'm getting dizzy"

"You know it's bad luck that the groom see the dress before the wedding day?" Emily snapped, but deep down she was enjoying herself. "If my marriage fails, it will be your fault"

Penelope gasped, feigning surprise "Ah, then you want this horror of a dress?"

"Maybe"

"Well, anyway, Mr. Aaron Hotchner is not in my contacts" Penelope said sarcastically "You should never have your boss on twitter. Rule number one for keeping a job"

"I can see your picture" Jennifer remarked with a smile, looking at the screen of her iPhone "The truth is that you are highly favored. Rossi has commented that you look like the Yeti ... and he is right"

Emily raised an eyebrow at Penelope "So bosses are prohibited, but you don't mind getting Rossi following your updates"

"Bah, Rossi is wrapped around my little finger" Penelope teased with a smile, "Now, go get a dress worthy of you, peaches"

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She grinned at her own image. The dress hugged her body perfectly, marking her pronounced curves. Emily loved her strapless neckline and all its little shiny ornaments on the fabric that covered her chest.

Taking a deep breath, Emily began to approach her friends. "Are you ready to see THE DRESS?" she said, still smiling.

She walked slowly toward her girlfriends, with some nerves in her stomach. Now, while Jennifer's blue eyes looked at her in amazement, she had doubts. Maybe that dress was not the most suitable. She needed the opinion of her girlfriends, but one of them looked at her without saying a word, and the other one had not even noticed that Emily was there.

"Say something, please," she whispered, "I'm very nervous"

Jennifer elbowed Penelope, for her to take her eyes off the cell phone screen. "Jayje, what you wan-?" She opened her mouth in surprise, and then looked at Jennifer. The two girls screamed and they ran to hug a puzzled Emily. "Girls ... girls ... too tight!"

"Spectacular, honey. You're really beautiful"

"Thanks JJ, I was sooo nervous about the dress"

"HBH will be so horny, he will be ashamed to be in a church" Penelope said with a grin, cocking her head, "Uh, uh ... such a bad boy and his naughty dark side!"

"Who or what is that?" Emily asked with a frown "Forget it I don't want know the answer"

"Hot-Boss Hotch"

Emily made a face and Jennifer raised her hands, "Do not ever say something like that again, please. NEVER"

"Sweetie, you're so bored at times"

Penelope smiled at Jennifer, waiting for a response. But her friend blinked a few times, feeling that the whole store was spinning around her. Emily put a hand on her shoulder "JJ are you ok?"

She nodded weakly, placing a hand on her forehead "I just ... I have already said I'm not feeling well ... I have urge to vomit"

Jennifer put her hand on the wall of the store and began to throw up. Emily panicked that her poor sick friend could mess her dress and walked away from her, with such bad luck ... that Emily ended on the floor. Penelope did not know what to do. The saleswoman looked at the scene in disgust, before approaching them. "You all right, ma'am?" she asked politely, trying to put a professional face.

"Yes, I'm sorry ... I'll clean this mess. Bring me a mop and I-"

"Do not worry, ma'am," replied the girl, but she left a mop beside Penelope anyway.

She looked up and down the shop assistant, and then at the mop. "And why should she leave it to me? She believed that I am your housemaid or something like that?"

Jennifer laughed, before extending a hand to Emily for her to get up. "Maybe she thought that you look like Cinderella" the two friends laughed.

"Maybe you should buy a pregnancy test, Jennifer Jareau" she replied with a raised eyebrow. And the laughter died.

"I hate you" Jennifer said, looking at her friend.

"Nah, you love me so much"