A: Guys, I'm SOOO sorrythis has taken me so long to upload. There's really no excuse considering it's been written for like a month. I'm trying not to upload too fast so that I can stay a couple chapters ahead but with this being my last semester of undergrad, I'm completely swamped with papers all due within the next two weeks, including an 18pg paper on the Psychology of Sexual Assault Offenders!

However, I've taken a break from all my research and have managed to get back on here. In fact, I'm going to upload the next three chapters as an apology for being a sucky updater.

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Chapter Five

Hours later, JJ woke to a pounding in her head and a very unsettling feeling in her stomach. Opening one eye, she immediately recognized her surroundings as Emily's guest room, which JJ had actually claimed as her own since she's the only one that's ever used it.

As she climbed out of bed, she reached for a sweatshirt that she must have left there during a previous stay and pulling it over her black tank top. Using the walls to steady her, she began her trek to the bathroom. Clad in just the black long-sleeve, off-the-shoulder, midriff-baring sweatshirt and a pair of purple lace boy shorts, she pushed her bed head hair out of her face, thankful that her and Emily had shared enough hotel rooms to be comfortable with each other because there was no way she was bending over to put pants on.

After stopping in the bathroom to wash her face and take some aspirin, she headed towards the kitchen to make some coffee. According to the clock on the microwave, it was only ten past seven, which meant they had two hours until they needed to be at work. Thankfully, Emily had told her to pack her go-bag so she didn't have to go home in the morning. Staring at the full coffee pot, JJ tried to figure out when it had been made because she knew for a fact that she had heard Emily's light snoring coming from her bedroom.

"Rough night, Princess?" A deep voice startled JJ out of her thoughts.

"Derek!" She squealed, causing her head to pound even harder. Tugging at the bottom of her sweatshirt, she tried to cover herself up and jumped behind the breakfast island. "What are you doing here?"

Derek smirked and shook his head. "You really had a good time last night. Do you remember anything?" He approached her slowly, causing her to unconsciously back up, only stopping when she hit the counter.

Shaking her head, JJ frowned. "I remember… dancing. And drinking, a lot of drinking…"

Placing his hands on the counter on each side of her, he looked down into her confused and hungover face. "What else?"

"I don't…" She trailed off as Derek brushed his lips over her bare shoulder. "D-Derek… what…"

"Shh…" He pressed his lips against her bare skin a little bit harder. "It'll come back to you. Just relax."

"I, don't – oh!" She gasped as Derek's lips brushed over her pulse point, causing her eyes to flutter closed. As her eyes closed though, she was immediately brought back to the previous night.

Flashback

"You should've seen the look on your face, Emily." Derek laughed as they waited on the sidewalk for a cab, the rain had long ago stopped pouring down.

"I swear…" She shook her head. "You guys were practically having sex back there!"

JJ was laughing so hard that she was crying, barely unable to come up with a response. "It was all Derek's idea!"

"Yeah, okay, Jayje." Emily opened the door to the yellow cab that had pulled up. "C'mon, why don't we all share a cab?"

"Full house! I win! Sorry, boys!" JJ smirked and showed her cards to the rest of the room.

"You cheat." Morgan grumbled as both he and Ben took the shots of tequila and pulled off their t-shirts, leaving them in just their jeans. "I give up. JJ will always kick ass at poker."

"Let's watch a scary movie!" Emily exclaimed, scrambling to her feet. "I have Insidious!"

"I'm goin' to move her to bed." Ben gestured to Emily who had long ago fallen asleep, curled up with him in the recliner. "Goodnight, guys."

"Night, man." Derek replied from the floor as JJ waved from her spot on the couch.

"I'm so goin' to have nightmares." JJ muttered from where she was practically buried under a blanket.

"Ghost story too much for you, Jareau?" Derek smirked and turned to look back at her, leaving them eye level with each other.

"Shut up, Morgan." She looked away from the screen, unintentionally meeting his gaze.

Eye contact was held for not even ten seconds before Derek leaned forward and captured JJ's lips with his.

Surprised, JJ pulled back almost instantly. "Derek! What -."

"Shh…" He shook his head and recaptured her lips with his. Reaching up, he gently tugged on her arm, pulling her down into his lap.

Hovering above him, JJ gently settled onto him, straddling his waist. Leaning down, she met him halfway and kissed him deeply.

End flashback

"Oh…" JJ's eyes snapped open as she remembered everything. "Derek… we need… to talk." She was finding it increasingly difficult to think straight while he continued his assault on her neck. "Derek…"

"Jayje… stop thinkin' for a few minutes." He whispered as he found that spot right behind her ear, causing JJ's knees to buckle. Without missing a beat, Derek wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled her toward him. "We'll talk. Don't worry."

Unable to form a coherent thought, JJ just nodded and allowed him to pull her against him as he stepped back to lean against the breakfast island. Her hands gripped his waist gently, trying to keep herself upright while he continued to kiss her neck. JJ knew there were going to be marks; she also knew he was doing it on purpose, but she just couldn't bring herself to care at the moment.

"Jayje, did you make coff- oh my God!" Emily's exhausted voice stopped Derek's actions as he glanced over JJ's head to see their brunette friend standing in the doorway to the kitchen with both hands over her eyes. "I'm sorry! I didn't -." Upon hearing Derek's laugh, she slowly separated her fingers to peek through them at her friends. "I'm sorry."

Chuckling, Derek shook his head and held JJ tightly against him while she buried her face in his chest, obvious embarrassed at the situation. Regardless of the fact that the two girls were best friends and unbelievably close, some situations were just that awkward that neither knew how to respond.

"Em, you can put your hands down." Derek told her, trying to not blatantly laugh at her. "It's fine."

Emily slowly brought her hands down from her face, which was bright red and smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

Taking a deep breath, JJ forced herself to turn around to meet Emily's gaze. "No, Em, don't worry about it. It's not your fault. I'm not even sure..." JJ trailed off, unsure of exactly what to say to lessen the awkwardness of the entire situation. "Derek made coffee!"

"Coffee? I could definitely use some of that." Another voice joined the conversation, unaware of what had happened not even thirty seconds earlier. Running a hand through his blonde hair, Ben appeared behind Emily, looking just as tired but not as hung-over.

JJ gestured to the full coffee pot. "Help yourself. I, uh, need to find pants."

"Need help?" Emily and Derek asked in unison as JJ practically tripped over her own feet as she all but ran from the room.

"No! Yes! Shit!" They heard a bang, followed by her cursing from down the hall and tried not to laugh at her. "Emily!"

Shoulders shaking as she tried to keep her laughter quiet, Emily turned and headed down the hall after her blonde friend. "Comin', Jayje!"