AN: Alright, here's chapter two. Sorry it took so long. I wasn't really sure if I was going to actually continue with this or not.

This chapter is a bit longer than the last one and really is just focused on Emily and JJ. The rest of the team will come in later; I actually have a case happening in the chapter I'm working on now.

And again, pleaseee let me know what you think. I don't want to spend time uploading and publishing if no one is interested.

Chapter Two

"Emily!" JJ exclaimed when the brunette returned with their fourth round of beers. She was by no means a lightweight but four beers in 2 ½ hours was pushing it for her; not to mention the two shots of Jaeger that were bought for her by some sketchy-looking guy before Emily had scared him off.

"JJ, calm down. It's only 11:30; you still have two and a half hours to sober up." Emily grinned, handing her a bottle of beer. "Besides, Spence knows we're out here; all I have to do is call him and he'll be here in less than ten minutes. Now look, we're going to dance and there's nothing you can do about it."

Knowing better than to argue with her best friend, JJ climbed to her feet and followed Emily to the dance floor, clinging to her beer bottle as if her life depended on it.

It didn't take long for JJ to realize that she was actually enjoying herself. It wasn't that often that she could go out and let loose. Glancing around, she found Emily laughing at something a young brunette man was whispering in her ear. Oblivious to all the stares she was receiving from the other male occupants in the room, JJ set her empty beer bottle down on a nearby table and continued dancing. Emily was right; it's her birthday and she's going to have a good time.

After dancing to a few more songs, JJ weaved her way back through the crowd to reclaim her seat at their table from earlier. Pulling out her phone, she unlocked the screen to check her messages. So immersed in her emails, she practically jumped when a beer bottle was placed in front of her and Emily rejoined her at the table.

"What'cha doing?" She asked. "You better not be checking into work stuff."

"Nope. Definitely not." JJ grinned and locked her phone. "Where'd your hottie friend go?"

"Oh, he was a dud." She shrugged. "And barely out of college."

JJ nodded and took a sip of her beer. She was starting to feel a little tipsy from the alcohol but decided to ignore it for once. "I meant to tell you, I appreciate you bringing me out tonight. I am having a good time."

"Good!" Emily exclaimed. "How are your feet?"

"My feet?" JJ asked, confused at the random question.

"Yeah, are your 'fuck-me' stilettos killing them yet?"

JJ laughed and shook her head. "No, they're fine. Why?"

"I wanna dance again." Emily smiled and grabbed JJ's hand. "And I want you to join me. We need to find us some real men. Remember? You're getting laid tonight!"

"Emily!" JJ laughed at her exclamation but allowed herself to be pulled out onto the dance floor for the second time that hour.

"Well, look who it is!" Emily exclaimed as she neared the crowd. "You are SO getting laid tonight."

"What?" JJ asked, leaning up to look over her shoulder, and gasped. There, on the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by three women was the one and only Derek Morgan. "No, Em, no."

"Oh yes." Emily grinned wickedly. "It's fate, JJ."

"Emily! Just because I drunkenly admitted my feelings for Derek to you one night does not mean that anything needs to happen!" JJ pulled back on Emily's arm, stopping her from moving towards their co-worker. She inwardly cursed at Emily's ability to get her drunk and spill her secrets.

"JJ. Seriously." Emily looked back at her. "I know you aren't a profiler but anyone, even Reid! Noticed that Derek is totally smitten with you!"

"What? No!" She exclaimed back, shaking her head quickly. "Em, just look at those girls! There's no way Derek Morgan is interested in me."

"Seriously, JJ? Have you looked in a mirror recently? You're hotter than all of those girls. There's no way Derek wouldn't be interested. He just doesn't think you are." Emily argued. "Now, c'mon, let's dance and maybe one of us will get lucky tonight."