TC Stark: Hey! Sorry once again for the wait. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! There will be a few flashbacks in Bonnie's life so I hope you like. I would like to thank my continuing fans who love this story and continue to watch it. I know that not everyone is going to like my idea and you are certainly allowed to not like this. Those who do I love you and those who don't I thank you enough for even reading this and forming an opinion. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I only own Bonnie and her crew.

Chapter Twenty One: BYOB

"I love you, baby girl."

Skyler had spoken to Bonnie; that she knew. What she had said she did not. Though, right now she didn't know what was really going on. There was music playing in the background; good music, maybe Anthrax? The walls were white with plenty of posters and interesting art hanging, only one mirror leaning against the far right corner. A lot of people were talking, more so partying. Most of all the last thing she heard was a sort of buzzing running through her ear.

"Bonnie?"

After being addressed, her green eyes shifted over to see a 16-year-old Skyler; Skyler was a month older than her. The flamboyant and outlandish female smiled at her largely, tucking a strand of orange hair behind her pierced ears. Skyler was beautiful in that very unique way. It was hard not to be drawn to her way of wearing her personality out on her sleeves. Her light peach skin was beautiful, her shoulder length orange hair was beautiful, her tight abs were beautiful, and her clothing was beautiful. What was especially beautiful was her loving life attitude, though most wouldn't be able to see it since she also was having a love affair with cocaine and ecstasy.

Bonnie's blood shot eyes warmed up as she lazily grinned, "What'd you say?"

"I said I love you, stupid." Skyler laughed, taking a swig of her beer.

The black haired girl laughed as well, bringing her own beer bottle up to her lips. What it was like to be young as she leaned by in her chair, staring down at her own body. Her black painted nails ran over her exposed ribs, having her body covered with only a red bra and black low rider jeans. Recently she had lost a lot of weight, laughing slightly as she looked at the tract marks on her arms, remembering why she had been losing weight. Still, she was told she was beautiful, her raven black hair hanging well to the middle of her back, her black eyeliner smudged around her green eyes.

"I love you too, Skyler."

The two girls smiled at each other as they lean in to touch each other's lips, not noticing Joan walking up to them. 16-year-old Joan had a cigarette hanging from her lips, pulling it away while nodding approvingly, "You're doing a great job, Damien."

Damien grinned from his position on the floor, holding Bonnie's ankle in his left hand. After Skyler had finished getting her girlfriend's name inked onto the left side of her hips. Now it was the heroin addicts turn, her skin numb to the needles puncturing her skin with ink. Both Damien and Bonnie grinned, both liking the cute heart with Skyler's name in the middle.

As the tattooing process continued on, the black haired girl looked up at Joan, observing her attire for tonight. People could say that Joan was pretty similar to Skyler. While Skyler's usual alien circus freak attire coincided with her very out there personality, Joan usually kept quiet. You would think quite the opposite with her short red plaid skirt, torn fishnets, knee high buckled combat boots, a corset tight around her bust, and her current hair (since it was constantly changing) was in pink dreads tucked behind a black bandana.

"Joan, hand me another beer, pleeeeaaaasssseee?" Bonnie grinned, laughing as she leaned forward to hold the pink haired girl's hand.

"How many have you had, you know you're driving us home, right?"

"Um," She laughed, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "I just shot up about an hour ago and…I would say this will be my sixth beer."

Damien chuckled as he continued inking her skin, "Six? Pfft, that's nothing."

"Wanna come out to the bar with us, Bonnie?"

Having just finished her work, Bonnie looked up to see Emily standing at her cubicle. Lately the two had been getting better towards each other, it was important to try and bond with everyone on the team. And after Haley's funeral she found herself talking more to the other dark haired girl. The evil of the job was that none of them were given much time to mourn, almost instantly being thrown into case after case right after the funeral.

Work had been hard and after a hard day's work, all of the team was going out to have a drink. Bonnie smiled, shaking her head, "No, thank you. I don't drink anymore."

"One drink won't hurt," Emily chuckled, "Besides, you never come out. We never hang out outside of work."

Bonnie sniffled in a laugh, shaking her head at the girl's pleading eyes. Soon Morgan was standing behind her, his dashing smile begging her, "C'mon, girl, just hang around at least. We'll play some pool, maybe some darts?"

Leaning her chin on the palm of her hand, she laughed softly while finally agreeing to accompany the team for the night. Everyone was there from the team; all of them drinking and playing darts. Everyone expect Hotchner. It was perfectly understandable, spending time with his son at the time was very important. Jack had just lost his mother, it was very important that he know that his father was there for him.

Staying true to her sobriety, Bonnie occupied herself by playing darts with Agent Rossi. Although he was older than the rest of the team, he was still dragged to the bar in order to take a load off. It was his turn to sit down and drink a beer, providing good company for the assistant. It seemed like she was winning this round as she tied her hair up in a ponytail, it was now Rossi's turn.

Pulling her darts from the board, Rossi strolled over to her and commented, "I find it very impressive that you are able to keep yourself from drinking even in a bar setting."

Bonnie laughed as she placed a cigarette in her mouth and lit up. J.J. was such a doll, picking the only bar in Quantico that allowed smoking inside the premises. As the tarred smoke filled her lungs, the black haired girl replied, "I've drank enough for a life time."

"You don't get urges?"

"Sometimes," Bonnie gave a weak smoke; Rossi had not been around when her past life had been revealed though he had certainly been caught up, "Then I just remember who I had been when I was drinking. To me it's either be an alcoholic or don't drink at all. I don't trust myself with a medium."

The older man smiled at her as he collected his darts from the board. Bonnie felt a presence behind her and a hot breath against her ear, "C'mon, Bonnie, let's play a round of pool."

Turning around her green eyes looked into the dark ones of Agent Derek Morgan. Looking at him as a boss was certainly different then as a fellow co-worker. It meant that she had to be more serious around him and they couldn't joke as much. It was odd not to look at Hotch for answers, something that took her a really long time to come to terms with. Though she had to admit Morgan looked great in a suit and was coming into terms with being a higher authority.

Smiling, Bonnie left Rossi to walk over to play a game of pool with the oh so good looking Morgan. Her eyes scanned the bar as she noticed someone else from the team was missing. She had remembered forcing Reid to tag along when the team went out. That was back when she was just having fun and things seemed simple between them. Now things weren't so simple and she had no idea what was going on. The recovering doctor had left early that day and had not met up with the team after hours.

The object of Reid's affection lit up another cigarette as Morgan had finished setting up the pool table, walking over to her and pulling the cigarette out of her mouth, "You should really quit, Bonnie, do you know all the type of problems you could get because of this?"

"Oh, yes," She smiled wickedly, taking the cigarette from his hand, "But it's taught me how to do this." She stated as she took a seductive pull and blew out very slowly.

Raising his eyebrows slowly, the dark skinned man had to shake his head from his thoughts as he turned back to the pool table. After chalking up the stick, it was his turn to start. The game had taken a good amount of time, Morgan ordering several beers. Bonnie stayed sober as she took her turn bending over as she got stripes and he was solids. The two seemed evenly played as she remembered many nights at sketchy bars playing pool.

16-year-old Bonnie chugged back a shot of Jack Daniels, resuming her game of pool that she was playing with her girlfriend. Just an hour ago Damien had finished his tattoo on her ankle and now it was time to celebrate. Since Skyler's brother was over the legal drinking age and Damien was 26 it was pretty easy for the underage girls to sneak in.

Bonnie stumbled over where the orange haired girl was trying to concentrate on getting the last striped ball in the socket. That was to no avail as two thin arms were wrapped around her waist. Skyler growled as her shot was messed up, the striped ball ricocheting off of one of the poll table walls. She stood up straight and stared into the eyes of her girlfriend of two years.

"You fucking made me mess up, you dumb alcoholic."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes as she shoved the other girl away, pointing to her nose, "Yea, well try whipping off the powder on your nose. It looks trashy."

Hearing a few strings of curse words, the drummer walked over to the bar where Damien and Leon were drinking. Leon was Skyler's 25-year-old brother and their suppler. He was Damien's height with the same skin complexion as his sister. The tall man wasn't as muscular as Damien, a quite skinny man with tattoos covering both of his sleeves. His red hair stood up in a tall Mohawk and had metal shoved through his right eyebrow and bottom middle lip.

The two men were hunched over the bar as Leon raised an eyebrow at the clearly pissed off girl. Over the last two years he had become quite familiar with Bonnie, viewing her almost as a sister-in-law, "What's wrong?"

"Your fucking sister," Bonnie snarled as she stole a sip from Leon's tall glass of Jack and Coke, "She's a real asshole."

"Chill."

Bonnie sighed as the brother ran his fingers through her black hair, wrapping an arm around her as Damien looked the bisexual up and down. Licking his lips, he brought his own drink up to sip. Skyler was at the other corner with the other girls in the band as Bonnie was closer to the older men of the group then the rest. The black haired man looked over to the girl as he asked, "Wanna shoot up?"

Bonnie shook her head as soon Morgan and her game was soon over. The pool hall had now filled up and the two had lost sight of their teammates. In the crowded area it seemed to be just them two. The man had drank his fair share of beers as she just stood there, her pool stick in her hands. As memories flooded back to her, she couldn't help but just stand their motionless.

Soon the muscular man was in front of her, his head cocked to the side. Obviously he was confused, one minute they were having a good time laughing and the next she was standing there with no signs of emotion on her face. Her eyes looked into his as he was so close she could smell his scent. Something about how powerful and masculine he was reminded her about the men she use to hang out with. They were powerful and made her feel small. Yet she was so comfortable around them because she knew that that same feeling of being small was what protected her.

Reaching her fingers up, she pulled the man's face gently closer to hers. She arched her body into his as their lips connected. His lips were full and gentle against hers, feeling him wrap an arm around her waist to pull her closer. Her lips were soft and inviting as he slowly moved the kiss deeper. As their lips continued to move against each other, he couldn't help but savor the sweetness of her tongue against his and how good her hair smelt.

There was something so hot and attractive about Morgan as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to his muscular body. His shoulders were big and she wanted more. Kissing him she could understand why he got with so many ladies. He just smelt of sensuality and there was something so sexual about him that just drew every woman to him. Though, she then thought if he was so good with the ladies, how come none of them ever stayed permanently.

Her stomach tightened as she felt his groin press up against hers, going up to run her fingers against his scalp. Morgan didn't have hair like Reid where she could just run her fingers through it, there was nothing to grab. Then she thought; Reid. What about Reid? Here kissing her boss she felt her throat dry as she thought about the young doctor. What was she doing kissing this man when she had been involved with Reid for the past few months? Now her head was spinning, she struggled so much to say that there was nothing but sex and good friendship between them; she wanted him to move on. Yet as she kissed Morgan she couldn't help but feel guilty.

Pulling back from the dark skinned agent, Bonnie shook her head, whispering almost, "I'm sorry."

Morgan frowned, he had never experienced this when with a woman, "What's wrong, Bonnie."

"I-I can't do this, Morgan, I'm sorry."

"Is it me?"

Bonnie shook her head, "No, no it's not. You're…" She smiled shyly, "A wonderful kisser. Please, don't let this change our relationship, but I just can't."

Looking over the girl's body, he had only seen her look so vulnerable once before when her secrets had been revealed. When she spoke he knew that it was serious and he couldn't let a hard on influence his actions when it came to a friend. Although they had been interlocked in a kiss, he couldn't forget that she was a friend first and he needed to take care of her feelings. He knew that there was someone influencing her and he had to respect it.

Nodding slowly, Morgan reached his right hand out to gently caress her cheek with his thumb, "I understand, Bonnie, don't even worry about."

The shorter girl smiled as a kiss was placed on her forehead, soon excusing herself to her car. She needed some air and to get away from all these thoughts. All these thoughts that were plaguing her mind and wanting her to think about what had stopped her. She should have easily continued what she was doing with Morgan. He was hot, a great kisser, and her body wanted him.

Yet something was stopping her. She had gotten so use to being in the arms of the skinny doctor that it felt odd kissing another man. That must have been what it was, she just got spooked from kissing someone different. It had after all been two years since she started working at the BAU and in that time she hadn't kissed anyone else expect the young doctor.

Though she knew for a fact she was lying to herself, that it was something more than just a physical difference. Running her hands through her black hair, she shook her head before starting to head to her car. God, she needed a fucking rest.

TC Stark: I know Reid wasn't in this chapter at all, but I felt it was important to the story line to include this chapter and all the flashbacks. I hope you have enjoyed, I always love your reviews. Reid will certainly be in the next chapter and I was writing this as I was watching the fourth season I just got on DVD. Keep watching the show and thank you everyone! I may not always update as fast as I'd like but I'm always keeping you fans in mind.