Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to review last chapter! Here's the latest installment...enjoy!

~ Angie

Emily Prentiss stood in front of the bathroom mirror as she applied her mascara, thoughts from the night before still plaguing her. She'd known before she'd even walked away from his table that Spencer was never going to call her. She sighed as she realized she'd probably never even see him again. He'd been so incredibly awkward, and totally her type.

Yes, she'd mastered the art of flirting, but it had taken years of practice and blunders to get there. It wasn't something that had come easy to her, but according to her girlfriends, you'd never know it. The way he was on the outside was the way she felt inside, and she envied him. She felt like a fraud every time she batted her lashes at a man. Even when she'd placed her hand on his arm, she'd had to coach herself. Slow and easy girl…you don't want to slap him. No squeezing, just rest it gently against his skin. There ya go.

And his hair…that shoulder length, sun-streaked, curly hair had been so damn sexy. She could just imagine herself running her fingers through it, tugging on his locks to position it perfectly so she could invade the fortress of his lips.

"Dammitt," Emily cursed as she accidentally swiped a jet black streak just underneath her left eye. She sighed, wetting a washcloth and carefully wiping off the imperfection. She lifted her head and looked in the mirror once again, then sighed. "You need to get laid," she informed her reflection.

"So…" Derek said in an amused tone as he sat down at his desk. "How many people have you told?"

"Told what?" Reid asked distractedly as he read the only new email in his inbox. "Did you know we have a new agent starting today?"

"Stop changing the subject," Derek said.

"I…don't…know what the subject is," Reid told him.

"The brunette? From the bar? How many people have you told?" Derek pressed.

Reid frowned. "I haven't told anyone."

Derek gave him a glare. "Not even Seaver? Like you're not going to tell her," he said dryly.

Reid grinned. "I don't have to. You just did."

Derek turned around and sighed.

"What brunette from the bar?" Ashley asked, looking from one agent to the other as she dropped her bag on her desk.

"Forget it," Derek said.

"Was her name Emily?" she continued.

"How did you—"

"You left this on the kitchen counter," Ashley said, holding up the Red Dog coaster from the night before. "Care to clue me in?"

"I met a girl at the bar last night," Reid muttered, making a grab for the coaster. She pulled it just out of his reach.

"You met a girl in the bar?" she asked her voice filled with pride. "Spencer Reid, I am so proud of you."

"Woman," he corrected automatically, remembering the sway of her hips as she'd walked away. "And it wasn't a big deal."

"Not a big deal? Spencer, this…" She shook the coaster back and forth in her hand. "Is a very big deal! You finally got a girls number!"

"Woman," he repeated as he finally snatched the memento from her. He placed it carefully in the front pocket of his bag, and zipped it up. Of course he wasn't going to call her, but the little piece of cardboard was definitely a trophy of sorts. In a non-UnSub, un-creepy kind of way, of course.

"Well, what was this woman like?" Ashley asked.

Reid flashed a grin. "Not into Derek."

Morgan groaned. "I need a refill," he announced, grabbing his travel mug and disappearing down the hallway.

Ashley walked over to her friend's desk and sat down in total disregard to the pile of papers beneath her. "So, forget what she was like. Tell me what's got Morgan sulky this a.m."

Reid's grin broadened. "He's mad because he hit on her first, and she walked away."

"Straight to my waiting roommate?" Ashley asked.

"Well, there was a little bit of turnaround time," he admitted.

"Nice," Ashley said with a laugh as she got up and returned to her own desk. "So when are you going to call her?" she asked as she sat down and moved her mouse around to wake up her monitor.

"Ummm…never," Reid said.

"Why not?" Ashley asked.

"Because she wasn't really into me," Reid said.

"Ummm…Spencer? She gave you her number. We don't just do that," she informed him.

"You gave yours out last weekend," he reminded her.

"Yeah. Because I was trying to get laid. Are you telling me you don't want the possibility of some action?" she asked.

Reid frowned. "You know I have to get to know a girl first," he said.

Ashley quirked a brow at him. "You mean woman?" she teased.

Reid grinned sheepishly. "Yeah."

"PS," Ashley said. "You meet a hot girl in a bar, that's something you wake me up to tell me when you get home."

"It was one a.m."

Ashley glared at him. "One of us gets close to getting lucky, and I want to know about it. Got it?"

"Got it."

Emily Prentiss finished her last piece of paperwork for HR and then headed to the elevator. Once inside, she hit the button that would take her to the Behavioral Analysis Unit and waited patiently until the doors opened.

After walking down the hallway and through a set of glass doors, she saw a young blonde woman sitting at a desk and approached her. "Hello," she said.

The woman looked up. "Hello," she returned with a friendly smile.

"I'm looking for Aaron Hotchner's office," Emily continued.

"Oh." The young woman stood up and pointed across the bullpen. "Then that's where you want to go," she said. "By the way, I'm Ashley Seaver," she said, extending her hand.

Emily reached for it and gave it a firm shake. "Agent Prentiss," she returned.

The team had been called to the conference room for a dual purpose: Garcia needed to brief them on a case, and Hotch wanted to introduce the newest member of the team to them.

As the rest of the team joked back and forth around him, Reid took the opportunity to reflect on the events from the night before. Emily had been incredibly sexy, and, he couldn't help but think...out of his league. So why had she hit on him? Was Ashley right? Had he missed a perfectly good opportunity to get laid? If so, that really sucked. She could have had had any man in the place, yet she'd chosen to give him her number. This really needed to be dissected. But not right now, he decided, as Hotch walked into the room. Right now he had business to attend to.

"Where's our new agent?" Derek asked.

"Trying to extricate herself from Strauss, I'd imagine," Hotch answered dryly.

"Sorry I'm late." All eyes might have flown to the entrance of the room when Agent Emily Prentiss appeared…but only one jaw dropped.

The outline for this chapter said:

Reid goes into work the next day and tells one of his coworkers that he met someone the night before; she is the newest member of the team.

Don't forget to check out dustytiger's fic, Matters of the Universe to see how two authors can use the same outline and come up with two very different stories!