A/N: I'm officially an idiot! I just realized that I forgot to post a chapter. It's kind of a filler chapter so nothing really important happens, but anyway…

6.

"Where the hell were you Friday night?" JJ was shaken out of her reverie as her friend waltzed in the locker room.

"I told you, I couldn't get in. Ms Reynolds caught me," JJ explained again. She had texted her friends when she went back to her dorm to tell them she couldn't make it, but they were probably too drunk already to have remembered.

"Who?"

"Ms Reynolds. The Spanish sub."

"Oh, the hot one," Amy smiled knowingly. "That explains why you actually listened."

That was true. JJ had entertained the thought of going in anyway, but something stopped her. She knew she could get away with it, but somehow, the thought of disappointing her teacher made her just return to her dorm, and watch a movie on her laptop instead. And now, if Ms. Reynolds' reaction from earlier was any indication, it seemed as if she had disappointed her anyway.

But Amy didn't need to know any of that.

"Anyway, what did I miss?" she asked instead.

"Nothing much. Cindy got wasted again. Tried to sex up half of the guys at the bar, didn't even manage to bring one of them home. It was fun to watch her try, though," Amy answered with a grin.

"I'll bet."

"And that hot teacher of yours? She's got moves, girl," Amy then said.

"You eh, you saw her?" JJ asked, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably.

"Hell yeah, everybody did. She had quite the audience. She was dancing with that security guard, you know, the really hot black guy?"

"The bald one?"

"Yeah, him. Anyway, the guy's a major flirt. When she was getting drinks, or just watching around the bar, he was talking to everything with two legs and two breasts," Amy said.

"Including you?" JJ asks.

"Well, yes. I mean, I do have legs and breasts, surely you must have noticed that," Amy teased.

"Oh, that's what they are. I thought you just stuffed your bra with toilet paper or something," JJ laughed as she turned around, trying to leave the locker room.

When Amy's shirt hit her in the back of the head, it just made her laugh even harder.

Emily sat down on the bleachers and opened her briefcase, taking out some work. She started going over her notes for her first class of the day. She was trying to find the right way to teach her class, because, since it wasn't a mandatory course for most students, there was a great difference in the levels of the students. A few students already had a pretty extended basic knowledge, while the others couldn't even understand the easiest sentences. She knew she shouldn't bother, as she probably wouldn't be staying at the school long enough to actually see the results of her teaching method, but she was a perfectionist, and she wanted to do the best she could. Even if she wasn't an actual teacher and it wouldn't really matter anyway, she wanted to give it her best.

As she was sitting there, trying to come up with a decent teaching method, she saw the girls' soccer team making their way to the field. She didn't really pay attention to them as they were warming up, she just kept focused on her notes.

When the warming-up was over and the girls were running around the field doing their training routine, Emily casted a couple of glances over to them. She wasn't by any means a soccer fan, in fact, she didn't really care much for any kind of team sport, but even she could see the team was good. Although Emily didn't really pay much attention to any of the players, she noticed that one of the forwards in particular had exceptional skills. She left her notes for a while, instead following the talented player with her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed it was Jennifer. She had completely forgotten that the younger girl had mentioned that she was waiting until practice started. Had she remembered, she would have chosen any other place to go over her notes.

But now that Emily was sitting there, watching the girl who had made her so confused, her concentration was lost. Her notes completely forgotten, she sat watching the team, and one of them in particular, practice. She was so engrossed watching the blonde, she didn't even realize someone had sat down next to her, until that person started talking.

"Hey there Princess, you're looking awfully thoughtful today," Morgan said, with his characteristic smile.

"Just going over my classes. You know, gotta act the part, right?" Emily responded with a smile, hoping Morgan hadn't seen where her attention had really been. "So, did you find anything after I left Friday?"

"No, nothing," Morgan answered seriously, before adding with a shit-eating grin, "except for a couple of phone numbers."

"God, you're really such a pig sometimes. And please tell me you're not gonna call any of them."

"Of course not, I already threw them away. But it's nice to know I still got it."

"Yeah, with college students who are ten years younger than you."

"That makes it even better," Morgan grinned.

He looked at the soccer field, and noticed that practice is over, and that the players were gathering up their stuff. He checked his watch to see what time it was, and cursed when he saw he was almost late for work.

"Shit, I gotta go. My shift starts in a few minutes. See you, Prentiss."

"Bye Morgan," Emily said, smiling amusedly.

It was nice to see how Morgan also showed remarkable work ethics for his job as campus security, even though it was not really necessary.

JJ watched the interaction from her spot on the field, trying to figure out what was happening. She had thought the flirting wasn't one-sided, but now, looking at the two people on the bleachers, she wasn't so sure. On top of that, Amy had said the two had been dancing together, making her wonder if something was going on between the two of them. The mere thought of Ms. Reynolds and the security guy together made her jealous. And then she felt like a complete ass, because no matter how much she wanted to, nothing could ever happen between her and Ms. Reynolds. She had too much respect for her to continue pursuing her teacher, knowing she probably wasn't even interested, but also that it was strictly forbidden for teachers to fraternize with students.

Realizing she had already crossed the line with Ms. Reynolds, she decided to stop the flirting and the looks, and let the other woman be.