A/N: Okay, the next chapter is here. I hope you'll like it I kind of improvised here.

For now I've been thinking I would add a chapter per week. I know currently it's just this bonding stuff but I plan on some action in not so distant future...

So happy reading and write a review for me please... even if it's just 'blah blah blah' :)

hanzoo

As it showed up the place with great music JJ talked about was one of your favorite music clubs. You told JJ you knew where it was and suggested to meet up there. That will give you a time to prepare for the evening and the grilling you're sure Garcia has prepared for you.

Right now you're sitting outside the club in your Mustang GT Premium deciding if you shouldn't start the car again and head home. But your two new colleagues are probably already in there waiting for you so it's probably a little too late.

You get out of the car and go in the club.

As soon as you open the door the soft tones of piano hit your ears and you're at peace as every time you come here.

Now you're just worried that Jeremy will want you to perform tonight. And the chance is big actually. Well, only time will tell, right?

You stop for a moment to find the right table. At first you don't see them but then two blonde heads in the corner of the room catch her eye.

It's JJ and Garcia. Both of them are sitting with a glass of wine in front of them and they are staring at the man who is currently playing the piano on the stage. All the people are silent. The man is good you have to admit.

As the piece ends and the room erupts in applause you head over to your table and join the two women.

You sit beside JJ.

"Hi, sorry I'm late."

The two of them look at you with bright smiles. JJ speaks first.

"It's fine. We arrived just about fifteen minutes ago. Have you ever been here before?"

You nod slightly. "Yeah, I've been here a couple times. The music is really good. That guy is regular here, that was one of his best pieces."

Garcia goes to say something when Jeremy walks up the stage and takes a microphone. You start praying he hasn't spotted you yet.

"And that was Craig, ladies and gentlemen. As always great job, Craig." Another wave of applause fills the room. Jeremy scans the audience while the sound dies and you know you're screwed. A bright smile appears on his face and he is now looking right at you.

"Well, look who we have here. Ladies and gentlemen, it's my great pleasure to invite here on the stage one of our best artists, Emily Prentiss! Come on up here, Em!" he calls to you and the room again erupts in cheers only a few people looked surprised, including JJ and Garcia.

You look at them and throw them an apologetic smile. They look surprised but also somewhat pleased. They both smile brightly and Garcia practically shoves you off of your seat. You can't help but laugh something you haven't done for a long time. This is actually the only place you can really relax. Or maybe it's the piano.

As you head to the stage people start clapping again but you still can hear some guy's voice telling the woman next to him.

"What does she doing here?!"

You don't know if it's luck or not that Jeremy heard him too. The next thing you hear is Jeremy's voice. You look at him and he's glaring at the man.

"For those of you who are here for the first time, we are here because of music. And we don't judge whoever comes here. Emily is a regular player here and to my knowledge one of the audience's favorites. If you have a problem with who she is you can leave right now. But it would be your loss. Because we all know she's fucking amazing!"

You roll your eyes at his little defensive speech. Every once in a while there is someone who has a problem. That's kind of inevitable.

You chuckle as you notice the man sat back in his seat and sits quietly waiting for what's going to be next.

You walk to the stage and take the microphone from Jeremy and send him a glare. You've known him for years and somewhere along the way he became a little brother to you. But really, sometimes you'd like to smack him up the head.

"Thanks very much, buddy. I have a company here tonight." You say to him so the rest of the club doesn't hear you.

"Sorry," no he's not sorry at all, his smirk is giving him away, "but now it's kind of late don't you think?"

You punch him lightly in the arm making sure you won't hurt him as he leaves the stage only to you and the piano.

You sit at the piano stool then clear your throat and turn to the audience. Your voice is confident and strong as always when you're here. This is your place of peace.

"Hi, guys. This was kind of unexpected for me. As you know I usually come here on Friday when my schedule allows it. I wanted to play this piece the next time I came here, but our dear friend Jeremy had a different plan, thanks Jer!" you call to your friend who's currently standing near your table.

"You see today was my first day on my new job so me my new friends," did you really just say that? You barely know them, but then you realize you already think of them as friends. Well at least Garcia. But JJ? Who knows what it is you feel for JJ, "came here to get to know each other a little better than our names. And as it shows they are going to learn one of my secrets right now. So let's do it."

You pause a little. It's not like you do this every time you play here. This is actually your first speech in front of those people but you had to say something right?

"Ok, we play mostly piano here, so can I assume at least some of you know who The Piano Guys are?" you ask and more than a half of the people here lift their hand. Your heart worms a little when you realize one of those people is JJ.

"Good, that's really good. This time will be no alterations, let's leave that for next time. So, this is 'All of Me' by Jon Schmidt. And since this is the first time I'm not here alone this is for JJ and Penelope, those two gorgeous women in the back. Which reminds me… hands off Jeremy!" You warn him playfully and once the laughter dies you turn to the piano.

You put your fingers on the keyboard.

A smile creeps on your lips at the feeling of the wood under your fingertips.

You close your eyes…

…and start to play.