Hey, guys! My apologies for the delay in posting. I am still without computer! Thank you all for the reviews for last chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one as much!

~ Angie

"I'm sorry," an incredibly intoxicated JJ announced a little later. "But I've tried it your way, Garcia. And it's just not working for me. I need to know. I'm asking. What's going on with you and Morgan?" she inquired with a hiccup.

Penelope sighed. "There's noth—"

"They're banging," Emily interrupted. "And Derek's in love with her."

JJ giggled. "Banging? That is so…college-ish."

"Hey, I'll have you know that our banging is very adult!" Penelope argued.

"Not the action," JJ clarified. "The word. Banging," she said with a sigh, and then giggled again.

Penelope rolled her eyes. "Don't you think it's time to cut her off?" she snapped, turning to Emily.

Emily shook her head as she took a sip of her rum and coke. "Nope. Not until she's doing that," she said in amusement, her gaze going to the dance floor where there was a woman dancing in her bra and jeans.

"Only in Vegas," Penelope muttered. "At this rate, she'll never be cut off. JJ wouldn't be caught dead in her bra in a public place."

Both girls turned to look at their friend as she sighed. "Is it just me, or is it hot in here?" she asked, pulling her shirt away from her sticky body in an attempt to cool herself off.

Emily looked at Penelope and grinned. "Never say never."

"You said what?" Hotch asked incredulously.

"You heard me," Derek said. "Did I ruin everything?"

Hotch shrugged. "Beats me. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that you guys are together." He gave Derek a pointed look. "It wasn't so long ago the two of you were in my office and I was taking you to task."

There weren't many people who could make Derek Morgan feel ashamed, but Aaron Hotchner was one of them. "I'll admit, my actions were less than stellar," he conceded.

"I don't think it's a big deal that you told her you love her," Rossi said, returning to their former subject.

Derek gave him a dirty look. "Oh, like I'm gonna listen to you, M-cubed."

Reid frowned. "M-cubed?" he commented in confusion. "What's M-cubed?"

"Married three times," Derek said off-handedly.

"That's…actually…quite clever," Reid complimented as he sipped the last of his fruity drink.

"Thanks," Derek said as he watched his friend pull the umbrella from his glass and drink the pink liquid to the last drop, then motion to the waitress for another. He had to admit, he was interested to see what 'Drunk-Reid' would be like.

"Hey, that means I was able to get three women to marry me," Rossi reminded the younger man. "It was once I had them everything went south. So you might want to listen to me."

"I told Emily I loved her before she was ready to say it back," Reid said, barely restraining himself from licking the rim of his glass. That last drink had been amazing! Where was that waitress with his next one? he wondered as he looked around.

"Really?" Derek asked in surprise. "You were the first one to cough up the 'I love you?'"

"Well, I didn't exactly 'cough it up,'" Reid argued, giving his friend his full attention. This was probably the only time in his entire life Derek would be seeking advice from him, after all. "I said it with great poise and elegance."

"You mean like a chick?" Derek asked sarcastically.

"Say what you like," Reid said smugly. "But let me ask you this: Which of us is the one getting married?"

Derek rolled his eyes. "You win this one, Kid. So…then what happened?"

Reid grinned. "The silver lining to my kidnapping. Emily walked into my hospital room, declared her undying love for yours truly and said she couldn't imagine her life without me."

"I doubt it went down quite like that," Rossi remarked.

Derek frowned. "You know, for someone with an eidetic memory that sounds suspiciously like rewritten history."

"Woo hoo!" JJ yelled throwing her arms in the air as the trio of women trekked along the Vegas strip.

They heard a chorus of 'woo hoos' from a passing car full of men and Emily grinned as one of them stuck his head out of the window and proceeded to yell slightly slurred compliments at them.

Penelope's eyes widened as she looked at Emily. "Seriously?" she hissed.

"Look, just because your panties are in a bunch over Morgan confessing his undying love for you doesn't mean the rest of us can't have a good time," Emily teased.

"It wasn't undying," Penelope muttered.

"Will is gonna be so mad at me," JJ said, changing the subject.

"Why's that?" Emily asked.

JJ sighed dramatically. "Because he's never seen me so drunk!" she informed them. "But…that's because he didn't see me in college! That's right," she continued animatedly. "I was quite the party girl at the University of Pittsburgh!"

"I'll bet you were," Penelope said in a forced tone. She was well aware that she was being a killjoy, and she wanted to snap out of it; she really did. But try as she might, she just couldn't. She had a feeling the only thing that could swing this mood of hers back to her usual high spirits was Derek, and she wasn't quite sure what to think of that!

"Where is that handsome husband of mine?" JJ asked, looking around. "I wanna make a baby with him! Right here! Right now!" she declared loudly.

"Oh, sweet Lord in heaven," Penelope said. "We're going to be arrested for public drunkenness." People were actually staring at them, and she couldn't blame them. She was sure the three of them made quite the picture, what with her and Emily holding JJ up as she stumbled along. It was a sight she'd like to see herself. "Let's go in here and sit for a minute," she suggested.

Emily agreed with a hearty nod and they walked into the nearest casino. They led their friend to the packed bar and managed to find an empty booth, strategically seating JJ first so Penelope blocked her in. She was much easier to keep track of that way. Penelope had never seen the woman drink so much! Will wasn't the only one who'd never witnessed this side of his wife.

A waitress appeared almost immediately to take their order, and Emily and Penelope ordered drinks for themselves and a water and coffee for JJ. "Some bachelorette party, huh?" Penelope asked.

"Hey, I'm having fun," Emily said. "I just wish Reid was here to see JJ so drunk. He'd really get a kick out of this." She wrinkled her nose. "I just feel bad for sending him off with the guys. Bars aren't really his thing. He's probably stone sober and bored out of his mind—"

"There's my girl!"

Emily turned in surprise just in time for Reid to plant a smacking kiss on her lips.

"I love ya, Em," he slurred.

Emily's eyes widened and she looked over at Penelope. Apparently the dark cloud that had been looming over her friend's head all night was gone, because she was wearing a broad grin on her face. "You were saying?" she taunted.