"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Emily said, jumping to her feet. "You slept with Morgan? Six months ago? And you didn't tell us?"

"Well, I—" Penelope sighed. "I hardly believed it myself."

"Why?" JJ asked, lifting Henry over her shoulder as she started patting his back firmly to get a burp out of him.

"It's Morgan," she said.

Emily and JJ just stared at her.

"OK, do I have another head?" she asked after a minute.

Emily laughed. "What's so hard to believe?" she asked as she sat back down.

"Come on," Penelope said. "Isn't it obvious?"

The girls sat there for a minute. "I'm clueless," JJ said.

"Ditto," said Emily.

Penelope sighed. "Sleeping with Morgan while he's drunk is one thing. But while he's sober?"

"OK," Emily said. "Not that I ever plan to, but if I were going to sleep with him, I'd want him to be sober."

"Of course you would," Penelope said. "Because you're built like a brick shithouse."

"Excuse me?" Emily said affronted.

JJ looked at her friend. "Not a brick out of place," she clarified.

"Oh," Emily said. "I guess that's…a little bit better."

"So…you're insecure about…the way you look?" JJ asked.

Penelope nodded. "Well, yeah. That and…what if I'm not good in bed? He's fantastic!"

"I'm not surprised," Emily said.

"Not helping," Penelope said with a glare.

"I'm sorry," Emily replied with a frown. "I'm not good at girl talk. I've always been a tomboy and…this is kind of a first for me."

Penelope nodded. "I could tell."

"Gee, thanks," Emily said.

JJ laughed. "You'll get better at it," she promised. "We just need to break you in."

"A virgin of sorts," Penelope mused.

Emily rolled her eyes. "Wow. This conversation is really all over the place."

"Wowza!" Penelope said as Henry burped.

"Good boy," JJ said softly as she cradled him back in her arms. "So, what makes you think you're not good in bed?" she asked.

"Well, it's not like I've been around the block," Penelope said. "I mostly have a string of one night stands that I've left in my wake. Not exactly the best way to get feedback on my performance."

"Wow," JJ said. "I didn't peg you for a one night stand type of girl." She looked at Emily. "I did you, though."

Disbelieving laughter bubbled up Emily's throat. "Thanks a lot," she said. "I think I like guy talk better."

"And how does that go?" Penelope asked.

"Well, there's an itch here, a burp there, and an occasional grunt," Emily explained.

Penelope shook her head. "Too much effort. This way, we just have to move our mouths."

"I'm still confused about the brick shithouse comment," Emily said.

"Give it a few hours," JJ said. "It'll sink in."

"Are you sure it's a compliment?" Emily asked.

"Positive," JJ said.

"So, back to the whole issue at hand," Penelope said, trying to redirect conversation. "What am I going to do?"

"Do you want to sleep with him again?" JJ asked.

"I think so," Penelope said.

Emily laughed. "OK, I may not know girl talk, but I certainly know how to read a person. There is no thinking involved. You want him."

Penelope rolled her eyes. "Yes, Emily. I want him."

"Then you need to get over your insecurities, because those things are obviously a non-issue with Morgan," Emily said.

"How do you know?" Penelope asked.

"He came back for more," JJ said.

Emily nodded. "Exactly. He was drunk, but he remembered you. Obviously he liked the test drive."

"That's one way to look at it," JJ said. "Penelope, this has been a long time coming. You guys have a chemistry that's…unusual to say the least. He doesn't call anyone else Baby Girl."

"Well, he usually wants something from me," she said.

Emily grinned. "And this time—it's no exception."

"There you go!" JJ said. "See, you're getting better already."

"Thanks," Emily said with a nod.

"I think you should make him work for it," JJ said.

"You mean like…rake my leaves?" Penelope said sarcastically.

JJ laughed. "I mean make him romance you."

Penelope frowned. "I'm not sure I like that idea," she said. "Then it has to lead to something."

"That's up to you," JJ said. "But I can tell you right now, one night wasn't enough for you and Morgan before, and it isn't going to be enough for you now."

"How do you know?" Penelope asked. "Maybe we could just have one…really long tryst."

"That totally defies the definition," Emily said dryly.

"My, aren't you wordy?" Penelope said sarcastically. "So, how many have there been?"

"How many what?" Emily asked.

"Men," Penelope answered.

Emily sighed. "Are you kidding me?"

"No. We want details," Penelope said. "Don't we, JJ?"

JJ nodded. "I am curious," she admitted.

"Nothing we say leaves this room," Emily said firmly.

"Absolutely," Penelope said solemnly.

"Let me get Henry in his pack n play," JJ said, getting up. She put her son down and then made her way into the kitchen and returned with three long stemmed glasses and a bottle of wine. "Girl talk should equal girly drinks," she said, filling the glasses.

They each took one, and then JJ sat down on the floor at the coffee table. "Spill," she said.

Emily sighed. "I'm not going to give you an exact number," she told them. "But I went to an all girl boarding school, so…suffice it to say that when I graduated and went off to college, I went a little crazy," she said vaguely. "Dating wasn't my thing, and…once I finally…did the deed," she couldn't quite bring herself to say it out loud, "it was like I couldn't stop."

JJ nodded. "Like you'd created a monster?"

"You know what I mean?" Emily asked.

"Not really," JJ said. "I started dating my boyfriend my sophomore year in high school and we were together all through college. Then I got my job with the FBI on the east coast. He wanted to go to the west coast, so we broke up." She shrugged. "And there wasn't anyone until William."

"Goody two shoes," Penelope said, taking a sip of her whine.

"Your turn," JJ said.

"Oh, no," Penelope said. "I don't kiss and tell."

"Unless it's Morgan," Emily said.

JJ laughed. "We aren't asking you to kiss and tell. We're asking you to have sex and tell."

"Oh, well in that case," Penelope said, clearing her throat. "I'm just…going to say this, and then it's over," she instructed. "No…open discussion, because this isn't a forum."

The other two girls nodded.

"I…like Emily, went a little crazy when I got to college. My parents were great parents, but they kept a tight reign on me. I was crazy my first semester, and then my second semester I met this guy who told me he'd been tested and was clean. Like a lovesick fool, I believed him. Until Chlamydia reared its ugly head. A few antibiotics later, all was well with my world, and I was single again. Since then, I've been very choosy and very careful."

"Smart girl," Emily replied.

Penelope nodded. "Clinky," she said, holding her glass out for the others to tap. She took a sip and then looked around. "We need music," she said.

JJ nodded. "Good idea. Let me get Henry upstairs so we don't wake him up." She brought him upstairs to his nursery and then came back down and opened the doors to her entertainment center. She pulled out a rack of CD's and handed them to Emily and Penelope.

"Do you have any more wine?" Emily asked as she poured the last bit into the glasses.

JJ shook her head. "No, but Will has some beer in the fridge. Is that OK?"

Emily nodded. "It'll do."

JJ left the room once again and then came back with some beer. "Look at these CD's!" Penelope said. "Ummm…the 80's called. It wants its big hair bands back."

JJ laughed. "Those are Will's CDs."

"Where are yours?" Emily asked.

JJ wrinkled her nose. "Mine are all classical. I'm guessing those don't go well with liquor."

"You guessed right," Penelope said.

"Guns n Roses?" Emily said. "Wow. I snuck out with a bunch of girls one night to go see them in concert."

"I would have loved to have seen Guns n Roses in their hey-day. How were they?" she asked.

Emily shrugged. "I don't know. We never made it to the show. We got pulled over on the way, and since Randa Snowidowski only had a car and not her license, we all got caught."

"Oh, suck!" Penelope said.

Emily nodded as she took a large swallow of beer. "The one time I snuck out, and I got caught."

"Prentiss was a rule follower," Penelope surmised.

"That was me."

"You know what?" Penelope said.

"What?"

"You might not have made it to that show that night, but tonight, we're gonna crank Guns n Roses and we…are going to dance our little hearts out."

Emily quickly shook her head. "I don't dance," she said quickly.

"You do tonight," Penelope said getting to her feet. "JJ?"

JJ took the CD off the coffee table and put it in the stereo, and then turned it up as loud as she dared with Henry sleeping upstairs. Welcome to the Jungle started blasting from the speakers. Penelope grabbed Emily's hand and hauled her to her feet. "Let's go," she said.

Emily sighed as she began to move to the music.

"Have you ever even danced before?" Penelope asked when Emily started shuffling her feet from side to side.

"Not really," she said.

"Clearly," JJ said "You know what helps with that?"

"What?" Emily asked.

"More liquor. In my experience, the more you drink, the better you think you can dance."

"You know what? Maybe I should just sing?" Emily said.

Penelope laughed. "You can't dance but you think you could lead the band? Good one, Em."

"What? I can sing into a hairbrush with the best of them!" she argued.

Penelope picked up the long neck beer bottle and handed it to her friend. "Prove it."

Emily Prentiss never could walk away from a challenge, and this was no exception. She grabbed the beer bottle defiantly and began to sing into it. A few more beers and songs later, Emily was still going strong with the lyrics, and Penelope and JJ had made their way onto the coffee table like they were speakers in a club. And that was the sight that greeted Will and Morgan when they walked through the front door.

All three girls froze when the music came to an abrupt halt. They each spun around.

"Babe?" Will said. "Look who I found while I was out with the guys."

JJ smiled as a nervous giggle slipped out.

"Monday morning at the water cooler is going to rock!" Morgan said as his gaze locked on Penelopes.

Author's Note: So, this is going to be a three-shot instead of a two-shot. I thought it would be more fun for you to find out Penelope's insecurities through girl talk instead of through narration. Girl talk is one of my favorite things to write! Hope you enjoyed it!