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Derek

It had been a rather hard day, a hard week actually. Working for the BAU was definitely not a fun job on some days. But then again someone had to do the job, right? Not that I don't love my job, but with all the evil and bad we see all day in our jobs it sometimes is hard to remember that there are also good sides in life. Aspects that don't involve murderer, UNSUBS and other horrific crimes.

The best way of letting go of a bad cases usually was going out. Having fun. Drinking, Dancing. Meeting girls. That kind of thing. Emily had the same idea and dragged me to this new club I usually probably wouldn't have really gone to. Too swanky, posh and way too many superficial people around.

Emily disappeared on me not five minutes after entering the club and I didn't see her at all for the remaining evening. She probably got lucky and found something, or rather someone, to take her mind off things for a little while. Something that I was planning on doing as well. People always ask me why I am still single, when I will start thinking about settling down? But the truth is how can you work on settling down when you have a job that sends you all over the country on sometimes rather short notice? In order to actually make a relationship work you should be in the same city, or at least state. Something that I rarely was. And most people didn't do too well with my job and the cruelness, the nightmares and the strain it put on me.

One night stands were simple, easy and without any conditions and strings. The only condition there was, was to get off and that's it. The next morning it was back to normal and not seeing the other person ever again. I had my fair share in one night stands during my life and it was a good 'quick' remedy to think about other things. Or think about nothing at all actually apart from the night ahead. But it did only last that long. A night. The next morning life was still the same, the problem was still there, so were the cases, crimes and the pain you sometimes feel during a rather brutal one.

I was just ordering my second beer, scanning the crowd when I saw her, on the dance floor, moving, swinging, swaying to the music and looking absolutely stunning. Blonde curls flying through the air whenever she turned, a smile on her deep ruby lips that was contagious. Our eyes locked for a moment, the smile on her lips growing bigger and a few moments later I saw her walking, leaving the dance floor and walking up towards my direction.

She walked next to me, ordered a Bacardi and Coke with the barman and nothing happened. I would have expected that she would start talking to me, but nothing. And that surprised me. I had it often that girls walked up to me but usually they would also talk. Not with this one apparently.

She was pretty and alone, drinking, so technically I only stated a fact when saying that a pretty girl like her shouldn't be drinking all by herself. Of course it also was a line, but she smiled at me, so I guess it worked one way or the other.

We got to talking rather quick and good, smiling and flirting and for sure I didn't mean to get her drunk. Hopefully she didn't think I was, but somehow I had this incredible feeling with her, like a connection and the chemistry between us was off the hook. I kept buying her drinks in order to avoid her leaving anytime soon.

I had to admit I surprised myself when realizing that it happened rather often that most questions she asked were answered honest. I usually had a line that I would say, not wanting to get any sort of depth in my hook-ups, but there was something about that girl that somehow drew me in and let me forget my own rules. It wasn't as if I was scared of commitment or stuff like that, it was just that I didn't need more drama in my life than what my job already brought in.

At some point during the night I noticed a rather tall, dark, brunette moving to the bar, on the other side of me. I could sense right away that she wasn't standing there only to order a drink. She wanted attention. My attention to be specific, not that I was in any way interested in her. I had great company already and didn't plan on changing that anytime soon. As a matter of fact the conversations I had with my blonde bombshell were some of the most interesting and funniest I had in a long time. If I had a list of things I wanted a woman to have in order to be perfect for me, the blonde in front of me would tick them all off. She was not only looking great, but also had a wicked sense of humor, something most of the girls I had been with lately didn't sport. And if there was something sexier than a good looking girl, it was a good looking girl with a humor to match mine.

But eventually the brunette behind me managed to find some way to make it into our conversation. And it was a pretty cheap one. I knew the moment she asked that it was only a line, there was no meaning behind it and that she sure as hell doesn't smoke. If she did she probably would have known better than asking people the furthest away from the exit for a lighter.

She was persistent and kept talking, about things I was somehow into as well, but had issues with imagining her doing. Parachuting and Sky diving? You trying to kid me? She looked like she was barely allowed to drink. The problem with me responding to her – more out of being nice, than any real interest - was that she somehow made it impossible to ignore her again. I tried several different approaches to tell her I'm not interested, but she didn't seem to get any of them. I tried getting my Blonde Goddess next to me involved in the conversation but she was awful quiet, which had me actually worried for a moment, whereas the brunette kept talking like there was no end.

I didn't have any interest in her, and actually was a bit bored. It was one of these conversations where you somehow knew the answers before you asked the question. The answers that she gave were answers that were 'created' to sound interesting and when she said she was a doctor I somehow doubted it. Especially when I caught a glimpse on her ID which she was forced to show when ordering another drink. She was only 22, no way she could be a doctor. I mean there are smart and genius people out there, hell I myself work with one every day, one who has an IQ of 187 and is just 20. No way was that chick like Reid.

I asked the same question to my goddess behind me, who I had to realize seemed like she got ready to leave. Hell no. Not now, not before I didn't get at least some sort of information from her. How to see her again or something like that. Plus the night was still rather young.

She looked at me for a moment, those big, brown orbs seemed to question me for a moment and seemed rather lost for a split second, like she needed to think what to answer.

And when she finally said it, I don't know what shocked me more. Her answer or the idea of her being a Profiler. It definitely shocked me and also mesmerized me. Especially since she seemed to know what a Profiler was to begin with. I somehow could sense it wasn't the whole truth, but it somehow wasn't an entire lie either. And I decided to leave it at that, after all I hadn't been all honest with her as well, had I?