Natasha swung open the door to Milligan's; a very happening bar from the looks of it. It was packed wall to wall with people clutching drinks or dancing with a partner. Natasha couldn't help but feel slightly out of place because of the amount of people who looked to already be acquainted.
"Natasha! Over here!" a voice called out. Natasha swung around and recognized Penelope Garcia, her twinkling eyes and inviting smile beckoning her.
"Hey, Penelope. This is quite the bar," Natasha said with a smile. Garcia omitted a chuckle.
"Please... Formalities aren't my thing. Call me Garcia! And yeah, the team loves to hang here; especially on a Friday after a long, stressful week."
"Hmm, sounds good to me. So what do you recommend I order to drink?" Natasha inquired.
"Don't worry, Smirnoff. I'll take care of you," a deep, silky smooth voice cooed in her ear. Natasha could feel the chills running down her spine as she spun around and met the piercing gaze of Derek Morgan.
"Well hello, Agent Morgan. That's very kind of you, but I think I can handle buying my own drinks," Natasha retorted cooly. Morgan cocked an eyebrow. He clearly wasn't used to being turned down.
"Ooh, looks like you'll have to prey on some other unsuspecting newbie, sugar," Garcia said with a smirk to Morgan; he just rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, looks like it," Natasha whispered in his ear, keeping her tone icy yet seductive. She sauntered away without even looking back, silently congratulating herself.
"Don't worry Garcia," Derek said with a mischievous smile, "I always get my way."
Natasha, still metaphorically patting herself on the back, made her way over towards Spencer Reid and Emily Prentiss. Both were clutching onto pints of beer, swigging merrily.
"Hey you two," Natasha said with a smile. Prentiss' smile quickly disappeared and her eyes became icy, but a blatantly tipsy Reid was all smiles.
"Na-ta-shaaa! So glad you're here!" Reid exclaimed, embracing her tightly.
"It's nice to see you too, Reid," Natasha said chuckling. She could see Prentiss glowering at her behind her pint. After Reid finally let go, Natasha smirked at Prentiss and cooly asked,
"So, Agent, can't I get a hug from you too?" Prentiss scowled.
"Don't be absurd, Agent Smirnoff. May I remind you that you ARE the newbie of the BAU and you should be expect to be treated as such." Natasha laughed.
"It's funny you say that, since you seem to be the only one treating me in such a manner." Prentiss narrowed her gaze. Oblivious to the tension, Reid started laughing.
"You gals are so cute, so uh... Natasha... Would you mind dancing with me?" Reid asked, suddenly shy. Natasha grinned and suddenly realized... This was her chance to really get the best of Derek... By dancing with his friend in front of him.
"I'd love to, Reid," Natasha replied, flashing a million watt smile. Reid was clearly shocked.
"Uh, I'm not really sure what to do here... Usually the girl doesn't say yes..." he stammered.
"Don't worry cutie, just follow my lead," Natasha smiled as she took his hand and guided him to the dance floor. Prentiss rolled her eyes. A thumping club song came on as Natasha guided Reid's hands to her hips, her back to him. She rocked her hips in a rhythmic fashion, grinding her ass hard on Reid's growing erection. Natasha was surprised by his suave dance style, but quickly snapped out of her fascination as she made eye contact with Derek Morgan. There was an animalistic twinkle in his eye; she could tell he wanted her. He licked his lips and cocked an eyebrow as he studied Natasha as she moved to the pulsing beat. Natasha closed her eyes and began to pretend she was dancing with Morgan, knowing this would be the ultimate tease. She flipped her hair forward and continued gyrating on Reid in the three-point stance.
"Fuck," Reid groaned out, gripping her hips tighter as he felt her round ass grinding up on him. Morgan stood, mouth agape, nearly dropping his drink. Penelope came next to him and began to chuckle.
"Damn, Morgan... Looks like Natasha has her sights in someone else. GET IT REID!"
