A/N: Again, here we have it: 2 to 1,

"Derek Morgan." Oh, yes, I remembered, Derek Morgan I remembered seeing him. This could be fun, I thought.

The next morning I showed up at the BAU.

"Hey, Princess, It's time to go on our date!" I spun around.

"Derek Morgan, you scared me to death!" Morgan laughed.

"It's time to go." He repeated. I laughed.

"Okay, where are we going?"

"To a club." I forced myself to stay smiling.

"Ok, let's go!" Morgan nodded and took my hand. We walked out to his car.

Half an hour later we walked in the door of a club. I forced myself to keep walking, even though the loud music was giving me a head ache, and the smell of alcohol was making me dizzy.

"Hey, Jean, want to go dance?" I glanced over at the dance floor. There was a boom-box hanging over the dance floor. That, and I really didn't feel like dancing the way the people on the floor were. 'This is going to be a long date.' I thought.

"No thanks!" I yelled over the music. He laughed and dragged me to the bar.

"Have a drink!" He offered. I forced myself to keep smiling, and answered,

"No, thanks, I usually like being able to remember if I said anything dumb the day after!" Everybody around us started taunting me. I groaned. My head-ache wouldn't be going away any time soon. One voice broke through the others,

"Why did you come here? You don't like dancing and you don't like drinking!" I shrugged.

"Long story!" I called. Morgan sighed.

"You know, maybe this wasn't such a good idea." I shrugged.

"The rules say we have to actually have a date. I doubt" I checked my watch,

"Five minutes count as a date." He nodded. Just then a new person took over at the bar. Morgan smiled.

"Hey, sweetie, what's your name?" She smiled at him.

"Nicole…" She spotted me.

"I would think you would stick to one woman at a time! Here you are with this nice girl sitting next to you and you're flirting with me?" She rolled her eyes. I frowned.

"Have I ever seen you before? You look familiar…" She shook her head.

"I've never seen you before in my life!" I shrugged.

"Hmmm… Oh, well." Morgan smiled, and, turning to Nicole, ordered us each a drink I had never heard of.

"She needs it!" He added. It was aimed at her, but I heard it. I rolled my eyes, but she had already gone to get the drinks, so I couldn't correct her.

"She needs it?" I challenged.

"What? Can't take a joke?" I frowned. Just then Nicole returned with the drinks.

"Oops!" She spilled one of them on Morgan. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

"Oh, I am so sorry, I'll go get some paper towels and clean that up right away!" Morgan turned back to me, so he didn't see Nicole wink at me. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

He glared at me.

"What? Can't take a joke?" I couldn't resist asking. He glared at me.

"This isn't funny!" I smiled.

"Yes it is!" He shook his head.

"Is not!" I decided to not get into a 'is-to is-not' argument with him, instead just laughing. Nicole returned with the paper towels.

"Here you go, sir! Ma'am, is there anything I can get you? Like, water, or-" Morgan cut her off.

"No, we'll be leaving now!" Nicole smiled politely.

"Alright. But you do have to pay for the drinks." Morgan looked like he was about to yell, so I just reached into my purse and handed her some money. She frowned. Before she could say anything, I said,

"Keep the change as a fee for the show!" We laughed, and she called,

"Thanks!" When we exited the club, he glared.

"Just kiss me so we can get this date over with!" I did, and when I got home, I wrote,

"On a scale of one to ten? A three. We just don't have anything in common." Strauss called and said,

"Jean, your next date will be with…"

A/N: Only two guys left! You guys are saying that I should save Reid for last, which means I would take Hotch out next. One problem: I have no idea where Hotch would go on a date! Advice welcome! By the way, I actually don't dislike Morgan as a character, it's just him as a boyfriend that I don't think it would work out for. (He has a new girlfriend every day!)