Author's Note: So this is the first story I've written in over 5 years! All mistakes are my own.

The BAU ladies were dressed in their sexiest outfits and ready for a night on the town. It had been about two months since they had last had the chance to out together due to cases taking them all over the country, but tonight they were together, and they were ready! All the serial killers, rapists, arsonists, and bombers could wait: this Friday night was all about having fun, getting drunk and forgetting the horrors they all saw each day. The last case in particular had been hard on Prentiss as a Russian man was abducted from his home in Baltimore, Maryland and his finger removed and sent to his relatives. They had of course located the unsub and resolved the case, but with the Ambassador making so many enemies over the years, she did worry for her mother's safety at times.

They had just arrived at their favourite bar in town, Paradise Island and ordered a round of cocktails when they saw a booth not too far from the bar in which to sit and laugh. They had missed the chance to be able to go out and let loose, and it was nice that it was just the girls as opposed to the whole team – those nights always ended in disaster and getting cut short.

"I'm just glad that case is over" Emily sighed happily into her drink, not really speaking to JJ or Garcia, but not bothered that they would likely hear her comment and respond anyway.

"Tell me about it!" JJ responded, practically downing her Sex on the Beach cocktail in one massive sip. "How can anyone arrange for their own father to be kidnapped, and then contact the police like that? It's a complete waste of resources and our time."

"No, enough" Garcia scolded. "We're not out to talk about work, but to enjoy ourselves. No talk about previous cases, or the next case we'll get. We're to talk about hot guys, sex and anything but work."

Emily and JJ laughed. Trust Garcia to ban talking about work. It would be unfair to say any of the team liked talking about serial killers and how they murdered their victims or looking at the forensic images and images of torture, but it had always affected Garcia the worst. She would even go as far as to actively look away from the screen or cover her eyes when they received briefings from JJ in the office.

"Okay then Penelope" JJ giggled. "See anyone you like the look of here?"

Garcia stood up almost defiantly with a grin on her face and turned her head sharply, looking over the other partygoers in the venue. Due to the late hour and popularity of the bar, the place was heaving with other patrons out enjoying their Friday night, so it was easy for her to spot a gentleman at the bar she liked the look of. "He's cute" she laughed, pointing to a tall guy with a short haircut and a tailored suit.

Quickly and without warning, Emily drained her cocktail and made her way quickly to the bar next to the guy Garcia had pointed in to buy the next round of drinks. Almost instantly, Emily was approached as she loudly shouted her order of three more Sex on the Beach cocktails to the waitress behind the bar. She smiled widely as she was handed her drinks a few moments later, and gestured with a nod of her head for the male patron to follow her.

"Ladies, this is Brad! A real FBI agent!" She smiled as she placed the drinks on the table, winking subtly at JJ.

"Really?" asked Garcia.

"Really!"

"No way!" JJ exclaimed, taking a sip of her cocktail.

"That's exciting! What's it like in Quantico?" Garcia asked, feigning interest. Knowing that he was lying in order to try and get attention from others, she had quickly lost interest and no longer thought of him as attractive.

"It's, eh, quite impressive!" Brad boasted.

"What department are you in?"

"That's classified" Brad smiled, not knowing what departments existed within the bureau.

"Oh. It must be really tough keeping all those secrets" JJ wondered thoughtfully.

"It's a skill like anything else. Carpenters are good at building stuff, measuring. FBI is good at keeping secrets and kicking criminal ass!" replied Brad, convinced he had managed to woo not only Emily Prentiss, but also her two attractive friends for the night. This lie was worth it!

"Well, somebody has to do it!" Emily confirmed. "Oh, do you have to carry your gun and batch with you everywhere you go?"

"Affirmative" the lying man nodded.

"Can we see it?" Emily flirted, fluttering her mascara-coated eyelashes.

"See what?" Brad was confused by the question.

"Your badge" Emily smiled.

"Please" Garcia almost begged.

"I am sorry, that's..." Brad started, not knowing whether FBI agents had to carry their badge and gun around with them when they were off duty, but certainly knowing he couldn't provide them.

"Classified of course" The three ladies rolled their eyes in unison.

"Tell me Brad" Emily started, pulling out her ID badge from the pocket on the back of her form-fitting jeans. "Does it look anything like this?"

JJ reached into her small bag she had bought with her and pulled out her badge. "Or, uh, this?" she queried.

"Or maybe this?" Garcia asked, holding her own badge up for Brad to see as well.

Knowing he had lost, Brad's smile faulted as he quickly walked away while the ladies all laughed at his attempt to impress them.

"Do you reckon he tries using that line a lot?" JJ asked her friends, picking up the cocktail Emily had brought over and taking a thoughtful slurp. "Do you reckon it works?"

Garcia just shook her head still laughing. "Well, he certainly didn't expect to meet any real FBI agents, that's for sure! It probably works on those young girls who are drunk before they leave the house and are impressed by anything."

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