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This story is inspired by the Katy Perry song "Waking Up in Vegas" and has the pairings of Morgan/Garcia and Reid/Prentiss. It takes place at the end of season seven, May 2012. This fic has sex but it is not graphic.

There is an mvid to this song with the criminal minds cast at you tube.

Vegas

Part One

"Hell yes," Derek Morgan said, with a big grin, "thank you Hurricane Rita!"

The weather on the east coast had closed down the airports out there, making it so the team had to stay in Las Vegas an extra night.

Emily took a big step away from Derek. "I don't wanna be too near you when you get struck by lightening for that comment."

"Oh, please, don't you know that God loves him some Derek Morgan?" he asked, waggling his head at her before looking over at Penelope. "You and me are gonna tear up this town tonight."

"No can do, my love," she told him with a teasing smile playing on her lips, as her fingers danced down his chest.

Little did she know that always made him hard. Or maybe she did know. Derek wouldn't put it past that little minx to do it all these years on purpose cause she noticed it left him struck speechless for a few moments as he fought the natural urge to not cross the line from friends to lovers.

"Girls night," Prentiss said to Morgan, with a smirk on her face, delighting in stealing away his favorite playmate from him.

"All right then," he answered, shaking his head at Penelope, with his eyebrows both raised. "Be that way then."

Penelope chuckled. "Don't pout. There is always next time. I've always wanted to see the inside of one of those little white chapels they have all over out here. You'll just have to bring me back some time."

He chuckled. "Not me, baby. Only drunk idiots get hitched in Vegas."

"That's not true at all," Reid chimed in before giving them a two minute monologue on the statistics of who gets married in Sin City.

Derek put his hand up to Reid's mouth. "Stop," he dragged out the word. "No more of that tonight. We're hitting a club and you're gonna shake what your mama gave you." Derek danced around Reid, while rapping a song. "Shake it fast. Watch yourself. Shake it fast. Show me what you're working with."

Reid squirmed away. "Stop that. People are staring. They think we're together or something."

Derek ruffled Reid's hair. "Aw, poor baby. All right, I'll chill but if you don't loosen up tonight I will be right back all up in your grill."

"My grill? I don't own a grill. I don't even have a balcony. Only a fire escape."

Derek rolled his eyes and let out a dramatic sigh.

Penelope said "Well, you two sexy and brilliant babes, have the time of your lives tonight. I know I plan to." She started to sashay away.

Prentiss asked Reid, just to rib Derek, "Hey, what are the statistics on one night stand hook ups while on vacation?"

"1 in 15 people will engage in a random sexual encounter while on vacation during their lifetime."

"That sounds about right. Who don't love some vacation nookie? Garcia and me are gonna find ourselves some willing participants to get us in the 1 in 15 club."

"Hush, Prentiss," Derek told her "ain't no one hooking up tonight. Remember the buddy system!"

Emily just laughed as she walked away, muttering, "Yeah, yeah, okay. I'll keep that at the top of my list...not."

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"Too bad JJ is sick," Prentiss said, as she sipped her fruity drink. "She could use a break. How often does she get a night out these days?"

"I know. Poor honey. The wedding plans are sucking the very life out of my sweet girl. She's exhausted and stressed to the max. She could have really used to cut loose tonight."

They were in a very loud club filled with people dressed wildly. Penelope was having fun just watching the sexy people grinding against each other- man on woman, woman on woman and man on man. But a small part of her did mess her Hot Stuff and wished that Prentiss wouldn't have asked her to make tonight girls only.

It was probably watching all these hot people dressed in skimpy clothes dry humping each other that was making her so overheated and wishing her flirting partner was around to relieve some of her pent up sexual tension. She was in the prime of her sexual life and had been single for the last year.

Other than hanging out with Morgan and some cuddling there was a real lack of male attention in Garcia's life lately. She knew she was putting out a "Stay back!" vibe to all men because she was hesitant to get into another messed up, unsatisfying relationship.

Instead she was back to getting by with just the sexual release of flirting with her fake boyfriend. It was fun but often she longed for more.

Maybe tonight would be a good night to find some stud to scratch her itch. Of course, no stud around here, no matter how studly he was, could compare to her Derek...

"Ew," Prentiss cried "please tell me you are not having yet another dirty little fantasy about Morgan."

"Who? Me?"

"I know that look. Come on now. Forget him for a few hours. I bet he's got some sexy little thang on his jock right now. You so need to put some distance between yourself and him. Or just do him already and find out if he's worth all this drama."

"What drama?"

Emily rolled her eyes and took a huge sip of her drink. "There is not enough alcohol in the world to make answering that question not a downer. Anyway..." she dragged out the last word, looking all around until her eyes locked on a couple guys at a table alone "how about them? Wanna make some new friends tonight?"

Just then one of the guys leaned over and kissed the other one.

"Or not," Emily said.

Penelope got a photo sent to her phone. She laughed when she saw Reid on a dance floor doing some kind of odd snake motion. Derek sent a text with the name of the club and some gooey words about missing his buttercup baby.

She stood up and grabbed her purse. "Down that drink, EP. We got a show to see."

"A show? Like what? That all male stripping one?"

Penelope showed Prentiss the picture. Emily chuckled. "Oh yeah, I gotta see that in person. Lets just hope he isn't pooped out by the time we make it there. That looks strenuous. I had no idea Reid was so flexible."

"Flexible can be a very good thing in certain situations," Penelope said, with a sexy chuckle as they made their way out of the club and into a cab.

Emily chuckled. "Mmm, yeah, I have a vague recollections of being in one of those situations a long time ago. God, I need to get some...bad."

"We're too old for sex with a stranger."

"Well I don't know anyone who wants to have sex with me so its gonna have to be a stranger or else I ain't getting none anytime soon."

The cab driver leered at them in his mirror.

"Isn't there anyone at all you know who've you've ever imagined getting between your sheets and letting him pound you into submission?"

A far away look came into Emily's eyes. "Nope. No one."

"I may not be a profiler but I know bull crap when I hear it. Besides I remember a few years ago when you were drunk at Rossi's New Year's Eve party and you said..."

"I was wasted out of my mind that night. That doesn't count."

"Graphic descriptions of sucking your friends big, wet pants snake always count."

"Pants snake?" Emily bursted out laughing, a little tipsy, horny and sad all at the same time. "It was a momentary impulse. It passed. And please don't ever say pants snake again."

"Donkey sized dong work better for you?"

"Garcia! Stop!" Emily cried, still laughing so hard she was practically crying.

"He's so tall. I bet he's proportional too. Come on. Don't you wanna get a little slurp?"

"Oh my God, stop, stop," Emily said, still laughing, but also imagining what Garcia was describing. But way too much had happened to her in the last two years to be carefree and hot for her co-worker anymore. She had spent the last year going through so much pain. Only lately was she even starting to feel like herself again.

And starting to want to open herself up to someone. Not come home to an empty apartment for the rest of her life.

Dr. Spencer Reid had once been her secret orgasm maker, at least in her mind every night. But she couldn't really hit on him now, could she?

Her heart pounded hard from laughing and fantasizing about sex acts that would probably never happen. Did she really just think probably?

Probably was a short leap from maybe and maybe was just a sidestep from possible. Was it possible?

Mmmm, just the thought of it made her mouth water.