The male dancer gyrated dangerously close to Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss and both women reacted raucously. Seated at a table right at the front of the stage, the ladies laughed and made encouraging remarks as the dancer loosened another button on his shirt.

"Oh. Do it!" Lewis called out, "Take it off!"

"You heard her, take it off!" Prentiss added loudly. All around them, other similarly inspired women were cheering the dancer on as the music pounded. They had to shout to be heard.

Sitting around their table, the tiara-wearing five friends were all sipping their drinks as the dancer finally lost his shirt. A huge cheer went up through the club as he strutted around the stage bare-chested.

"Garcia! Garcia!" Prentiss had to shout to get Penelope's attention. Holding her tiara in place so it wouldn't fall off, Garcia leaned across in front of Grace and yelled, "What's up Boss?"

JJ, sitting on Grace's other side broke out laughing as Prentiss shouted back "Give me some money, will ya?"

Garcia, who was now howling with laughter, dug into her purse and passed a small wad of singles out to her companions. Her tiara fell off and Grace bent down to pick it up. Wiping it on a napkin, she placed it back on Penelope's head and the others clapped and cheered.

Prentiss leaned across the edge of the raised platform as the dancer made his way back to centre stage. He bent down when she waved at him and quickly, Prentiss tucked one of the dollar bills into his waistband.

"Off! OFF!" Lewis gestured.

"I'm gonna go get us more drinks," JJ told the others and she rose to do so.

"Thanks!" Lewis and Prentiss called together in unison, not taking their eyes off the dancer.

Grace and Penelope watched with interest as the two older women carried on. They traded teasing comments for several minutes and dared Lewis to give the dancer a tip as Prentiss had.

After another few minutes, with Lewis and Prentiss completely attuned to the dancer, Garcia whispered, "Grace, come with me please?" as she stood up.

Immediately, Grace rose to follow as Garcia made her way to the ladies' room. They were alone in the washroom as the door shut behind them. Instantly, the noise level was sufficiently reduced so that shouting to be heard was no longer necessary.

"Sorry about this," Garcia started, "But I needed to talk to you alone."

Grace was alarmed, "Is something wrong?"

"Oh, no. No, no, no!" Garcia reassured her. "That is, unless something's wrong for you? I'm sorry." Now, she was worried.

"No, I'm good. This evening has been lots of fun so far. I love my tiara," Grace laughed, striking an exaggerated princess-like pose. "Watching Emily and Tara go all out over that stripper, it's so un-special-agent-like," she giggled.

Penelope took Grace's arm, "I'm so glad you're having a good time."

"It's giving me some ideas, Penelope. Ideas I'm not sure Spence would be as enthusiastic about," she said conspiratorially, eliciting a huge laugh from Garcia.

Stifling her laugh, Garcia confided, "Okay, but this is serious. Um, I've been contacted by an FBI higher-up."

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