Thank you for all the reviews. It makes me feel just a little bit better to know that someone is enjoying this fic. This chapter is pretty short; probably the shortest yet, but it's really just a filler. I'm uploading chapter four in a few minutes, as soon as I read through it once more. It's much much longer, and much more interesting.

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Chapter Three

Slightly distracted by Derek's presence, JJ found it a little bit harder to let herself really enjoy herself. She knew she was fairly attractive, she'd had guys and sometimes girls telling her that all the time, but she definitely was not on 'Derek Morgan level'. With that thought set in her mind, she felt slightly uncomfortable dancing. It was almost like she was embarrassed at the idea of Derek seeing her and then he'd really know that she wasn't his type. At least if he didn't see her, she could pretend there was a slight chance.

Emily frowned at her friend, completely oblivious to the stares she was receiving from the other male patrons in the bar. So what if Derek was slight preoccupied? They still had at least another hour until last call for her to find someone acceptable for her friend. It's not like Emily was big on the one night stand scene herself but good Lord, it was obvious JJ need some lovin'. Waving her newly manicured hand in front of JJ's face to gain the attention of the blonde, Emily smiled and nodded back over her shoulder. "I'm goin' to get us another round. Don't go anywhere."

JJ shook her head and chewed at her bottom lip, feeling a lot drunker than she had before. "I don't-."

"Nope. Don't go there. We're going to finish the night off drunkenly stumbling into a cab, or Reid's car, and tomorrow after we go to work hungover, we'll have a nice, quiet girl's night to recuperate. Don't argue with me, Jareau." Emily told her, leaving no room for negotiation.

JJ smiled at her friends' determination and nodded. "Okay."

"Well, hey there, birthday girl." A familiar voice came from behind her not even thirty seconds after Emily walked away.

JJ turned around and smiled. "H-hey, Derek!"

"What's good, girl? You out celebrating by yourself?" He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a sort of side hug.

"Uh, no. Em'ly's here. She get, uh, went to get drinks." JJ stumbled over her words, inwardly cursing at the effect the alcohol had had on her already nervous brain.

"Yeah? Em gettin' you hammered for your birthday?" He asked knowingly, smirking at her obvious drunkenness.

"Mhmm." JJ nodded enthusiastically. "Sh-she said I'm gettin' laid tonight!" At that exclamation, her eyes went wide and she slapped a hand over her mouth. "Damn word vomit! Way to go, JJ, he's never going to let you live that one down!"

"Oh really?" Derek wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Before JJ could open her mouth again, a perspiring dark bottle was shoved into her hand and an arm was slung around her shoulder, causing her to sway on her heels.

"Morgan!" Emily exclaimed, rejoining her drunken friend.

"Hey, Prentiss. Havin' fun? JJ was just tellin' me how you're gettin' her laid tonight."

Emily smirked, knowing JJ was too far gone to notice her behavior. "Well, I sure am trying to but she's being very stubborn."

"What else is new?" Derek joked.

"Heeey!" JJ exclaimed. "I am s-so not st-stubum!"

"Okay, maybe you're not stubborn but you're definitely drunk. One out of two missions accomplished isn't too bad." Emily shrugged, taking another drink of her beer.