I promised sofia-lindsay a JJ/Emily fic. Here it goes.

Don't kill me if it sucks. I'm too young to die.

"I'm pooped." Jennifer Jareau said to herself as she laid her head down on her desk among the massive mounds of paperwork. "It's almost like I'm pregnant or something." She then perked back up and headed out of her office to the only desk that was occupied at the moment, the desk of one SSA Emily Prentiss. "Hey Emily. You want to go to a bar with me? I just need to relax you know?"

Emily smiled. "I'm with you there." She gestured to her own desk. "Look at all that. It's crazy."

"Emily. Those are just birthday cards from your mother."

"I know! But they all have," she cringed, "puppies on them. It just shows how much she doesn't know me."

JJ grabbed her friend's arm and drug her out of her desk chair. "Come on angsty-pants! We're going to Applebee's!"

Two Hours Later

"Excuse me," said a man standing to the side of Emily. "You're going to need to take your friend out of here. She's disrupting the families."

"NO! You're disrupting the families!" JJ retorted, waving her glass around, some beer sloshed out.

"M'am. Will you please not do this? If you don't leave the premises I'll be forced to call the authorities." The manager was getting a bit irritated. Emily was trying to calm down JJ.

"Jennifer. Come on. We have to go now."

"NO!" JJ retorted childishly. "Show him your badge Emily! We are the authorities! Show him your badge! Come on! It's not that hard...look I'll show you."

Emily tried to take the glass from her. "JJ, come on. Stop it!" She swatted away JJ's drunken groping hand that was attempting to reach into her jeans pocket.

JJ gave up and managed to withdraw her own badge. "See Mister! Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, FBI!"

"Listen. I'll get her out of here." Emily offered to the manager as she made her final attempt at pulling drunken JJ off her barstool. Surprisingly it worked. "Come on. We're going to Chili's next."

"Chili's?" JJ asked, from her tone of voice it was nearly impossible to tell if she was being rhetorical or actually was confused.

"Yes. Chili's." Emily then helped JJ out of the restaurant and into the passenger seat of her car. "Come on. I'm taking you home."

Emily began to pull out of the parking lot and take the exit home before JJ grabbed Emily's arm. Emily was surprised and stuff. "JJ."

"You said we were going to Chili's." JJ stated.

"We're going home."

"No we're going to Chili's!" JJ pulled the steering wheel – forcing Emily to veer into the next lane.

"Fine. Chili's. Going. Now."

One and a half hours later.

"Fine. We're leaving..." Emily stated before the manager even had the chance to speak to her about her drunken blonde friend.

"But I want to finish my margarita!"

"JJ. No. We'll go to Ruby Tuesday now."

"Ruby Tuesday?"

Ten minutes later.

"WE'RE NOT GOING HOME PRENTISS! WE'RE GOING TO RUBY TUESDAY DAMMIT!"

One hour later.

JJ was being dragged out of yet another restaurant chain.

Five minutes later.

"No. We're not going to Chuck E. Cheese! They don't even serve alcohol there!"

"I know this guy, in back. He has this case of Sam Adams..."

"We are not drinking Sam Adams in the back room of a Chuck E. Cheese Jennifer!"

"TAKE A RIGHT!"

"What?"

"TAKE THE RIGHT PRENTISS OR I'LL SHANK YOU."

"Fine." Emily was a bit scared of her friend now.

Twenty minutes later.

Emily pulled up in front a partially dodgy looking pool hall. Several motorcycles were parked out front.

Half an hour later.

"Emmmily. I loooove your shirt." JJ said sing-songily as she held a bottle of Budweiser.

JJ had made friends with several large men, they all had tattoos. Emily had given up by now and was just attempting to ignore the blonde as she nursed her own bottle of Heineken.

"Don't you just love her shirt Darryl?" JJ turned to a somewhat heavy set bearded man to her right.

"Her shirt is nice Jennifer." Darryl answered as he knocked back a shot of Vodka.

"What if I just did this...?" JJ reached over and tore Emily's shirt off, it took Emily a few good seconds to figure it out. Several of the bikers stared on in amazement at the only two women in their midst.

JJ then hopped up out of her stool and attempted to put Emily's blouse on over top her own shirt.

"Jennifer! Give me my shirt back!" Emily pleaded, trying to take it off of the blonde.

"How about no!" JJ argued. "Not unless you kiss me!"

The bikers all smiled. "Do it Emily!"

Emily looked around the room and then shrugged. She kissed JJ.

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