CHAPTER 51

THE WORLD DESERVES TO SEE YOU SMILE

After the BAU hearing, the doors opened and everyone split up, going their own way down the halls, but not before giving the BAU team some encouraging words and also expressing shame for having been bribed into this mess.

Emily let everyone know that she had no judgment and she would hold no grudge and that they were all welcome that night to go out for drinks.

"Hey?" Emily called out, as she spotted the person she had been searching for.

"Yes?" Angie turned around slowly, hesitantly.

"I hope to see you tonight. You deserve a night out after…well, being so brave to stand up to that woman." Emily felt ill-at-ease at that moment.

Rossi was watching her from distance and he could sense how tensed up Emily was, for whatever reason.

"No, thanks, I'm fine. I'm not much of a drinker. One less thing on the tab for you." Angie winked at the woman in front of her and she took a few more steps towards the elevator, now with her back at Emily.

"They have great nonalcoholic cocktails, too!" Emily just couldn't let it go, so she called out after the girl.

Angela was now getting in the elevator and her answer did not change.


"Are you joking?" Bryan gasped when Angie told him everything that had happened.

Bryan was one of the guys dressed as Robyn Hood, but during his two-minute stay in that hall, he didn't even understand why all these people were gathered there.

He now realized Angie's agenda, the night they had crashed that themed party. It wasn't just for the sick fun and the cheap thrills. She had a specific aim in mind and a plan that she had executed perfectly, down to the last detail. He couldn't help but feel proud of her, and yet, he also felt intimidated. Why was she so damn good at fooling people? What if she was also fooling him?

"Nope. That's exactly what happened." She said innocently. "Then they spoke about budget and whatever and then your imaginary girlfriend invited everyone to drinks tonight, including Trainees."

"What? Agent Hotness did that?" Bryan had sparkles in his eyes. "Oh, we are so going."

"You can go." She bit the top of her pencil, now waiting for their late morning class to start. "I don't want to be seen with a busted lip, at a bar. Plus, alcohol would sting so hard against my ripped lip."

"They serve nonalcoholic stuff as well!" Bryan said, in attempts to get her to change her mind.

"That's what she said, too. You know, maybe you guys were made for each other after all. Ugh!" Angie rolled her eyes with disgust, just thinking about it.

The teacher walked in and hurried to start the class, so he could make up for those two hours that he had to cut off the beginning of it.

Angie looked at him and realized that he was one of the Agents who had, initially, been sitting near Fowler before he had walked over to Emily's side. She then realized why the class had needed to be pushed.


"Emily, we've been looking everywhere for you." JJ exclaimed, walking out to where the fountain was.

Emily loved that fountain and she would often go have her coffee there, by herself, just thinking about stuff.

"Sorry, I just needed some fresh air." She shrugged.

Her team circled around her and started discussing that previous hour and a half of their lives and how everything had turned out to be in their favor.

Emily was quiet and a bit distant. She barely even spoke.

"Come on, I thought you'd be happier about the outcome." Luke teased her.

"I am. I just, this has drained all of my energy recently and now that it's finally over, I feel exhausted." She said convincingly.

"Yeah, I gotta say, our plan from last night was the bomb. We hit Fowler with her own game, just switching up the rules a little bit. She wanted us to speak up and point out our mistakes, so she could use them against us. Well, we were all mute, during the entire hearing, allowing her to speak and make a fool out of herself. God, the Director was so confused when Emily just sat there, on her own, not uttering a word. And wow, that poker face, whoah girl!" JJ grinned at Emily.

"I have to add, though…" Reid looked at Rossi. "You killed it in the end!" He added with a smile.

Rossi had stepped up and he had initiated that emotional downpour in front of everyone, when he had told the judge that the team stood right behind Emily and her every decision.

"Why don't you go home and get some rest?" Rossi suggested, taking the spotlight off of himself and putting it back on who it needed to illuminate.

"No, I'm not leaving you guys on the first day back on the job." Emily shook her head disapprovingly.

"It's not like we have a case to work on. Come on, please. You should rest and then we're celebrating tonight." JJ insisted.

Emily decided to cave in, just because she really needed some rest. Her head was all over the place, she now had a splitting headache and there was a certain pain in her chest that she could not shake or ignore any longer.

She walked over to the parking lot, finding someone leaning against her car, with a thug smile all over their face, looking at someone else as they were getting in their own car, two rows away from them.

The one getting in the car was Fowler. She was receiving dirty looks by someone less than half her age.

"You don't fuck with Emily Prentiss!" The young one hissed, almost inaudibly, but the message was loud and clear.

The woman drove off, for the last time, still creeped out by Angela, with her eyes and that icy cold stare.

"Uh, excuse me. What are you doing to my car?" Emily walked to the person who was practically grinding against the vehicle, as if she was a gangster in a 90's rap song video. The only thing missing was the bandana and the illegal gun. But the thug facial expression was there and it was kind of enough.

"I uh…" Angie said, feeling busted. Her eyes became softer and her lips formed a tiny apologetic smile.

"It's a hot car. Uh. I was just…" She kept digging herself a bigger hole. "Feeling it, you know?" She let her hand run against the top of Emily's car, as if she was caressing it with passion, even though the truth was she did not care about cars at all. This one was just props for her last little mind game, a game of power against someone she had already overpowered.

Emily burst into laughter and watched Angela run off towards the training campus without saying another word.

"See you tonight!" Emily found herself having to yell at this girl's back, for the second time today, just to get her to listen. Maybe.

She then ignored all the greasy fingerprints that the girl had left, clearly after having finished eating her late lunch like a Neanderthal, and she drove back home, wanting nothing more than a hot shower and a few hours of sleep.


Angie was feeling this weird overflow of power, so for her afternoon class she did something she had promised she would never do – she volunteered for an exercise during tactical driving.

She didn't flop quite as badly as the first time around, however, she didn't do too well either. She found the idea of having to drive wildly, but safely, quite nerve-wracking and that was preventing her from giving better results during those specific training lessons.

"Hey, I'm proud of you for volunteering!" Bryan commented when she joined him, back in line with the other Trainees.

"Thanks, it felt good to fight my own daemons." She stated quietly before giving her undivided attention to the instructor, who was now sure that she would be flanking her final exam in his discipline. She was just not good at it, at all.

After that class, Bryan hurried to go back to the dorms and to take a shower before dressing up nicely.

"Did you just put eau de cologne?" Angie cringed. "God, could you be a little less obvious?"

"What? We've been invited to a party. With drinks. And people." He defended himself, straightening out his smart shirt.

"And Agent Hotness…" She teased him.

"Yeah, a lot of people…" He said lamely. "One of whom just so happens to be that said Agent."

"Dude, I hate to break it to you, but she ain't gonna get down with a Trainee." Angela laughed so hard.

"What? I never said anything…" He smiled to himself.

"Just, keep it in your pants. Please!" She said and walked in for a shower.

Bryan got ready first, so he said he would be waiting for her outside, not wanting to sweat in that tiny room. Also, because that shower gel that she always used was too nauseatingly sweet for him to handle and he would grip onto every excuse just to get away from its smell, whenever possible.

Angie took quite some time to get ready as well, but when she walked out to where her group of friends was waiting for her, she received some very appreciative looks from them.

"Damn, tough girl cleans up well!" One of the guys commented, checking her up and down.

"Shut up before I blush and make a fool out of my otherwise tough self." Angie laughed and they called a few cabs, for two reasons.

One, Trainees were not allowed to leave the Campus just yet, so going with their own cars would mean they would have to register on their way out and then on their way in. Which, that night, wouldn't be a problem since they had the permission to go out, but still, they wouldn't want to risk having to explain themselves to anyone after the night out.

Two, they were going drinking. Nobody was willing to sacrifice their free drink, just to be the designated driver of the night. It was just not happening.

They walked in the bar when it was already somewhat busy. The BAU was already there, and so were a few other Units that had the invite extended to them. Jessica Meyers was there as well, with her team.

"Hey, I'm glad you could make it." Emily greeted the bunch of Trainees when they walked through the door.

It was obvious it was them – they were the youngest people around. Also, she clearly remembered Angela's face. How could she not?

"Had to push my schedule real hard, so I could squeeze this in." Angie said dramatically before she started laughing.

"Oh, this is Bryan. He's head over heels for you." She said, hitting Bryan's chest casually while looking at Emily Prentiss.

"You're welcome." Angie turned around, whispering to Bryan and then she casually walked over to the bar on her own.

"I uh…" He stuttered, now standing in front of a woman that, quite frankly, scared him, for some reason.

"She's just like that…you know?" He said lamely.

"Oh, I know, as far as I've been able to profile Angela Hunter." Emily smirked.

Rossi was keeping an eye on her, as usual, and he was relieved to notice that she was in quite a good mood now, unlike in the early afternoon.

"Yeah, that's right. You're a profiler. We just had classes with uh, I'm really bad with names…" He trailed off. He could see Reid and Rossi in the distance, sitting by the BAU's favorite table, but he could not put a name on either one of them.

"The really smart one and the writer superstar." He said, hoping it would make it obvious who he was talking about.

"Doctor Spencer Reid and SSA David Rossi." Emily smiled at him, hoping that maybe by hearing those two names again, he would be able to repeat them in the future.

"Yes, them." He smiled back at her.

"Did you like the classes?" Emily asked curiously.

"Actually, yes. I've never considered profiling before, but uh, it looks really good to me…" Without knowing it, he allowed his eyes to check Emily out for just a brief second.

"Oh, I'm going to have to stop you right there." She commented and he knew he was busted.

"So, which division are you interested in joining?" She changed the topic swiftly, holding a drink in one hand. She could tell the guy was feeling super weird around her, and Angela's introduction had not helped his case, at all.

"I come from SWAT, so I would like to join either SWAT or the Hostage Rescue Team. I'd be happy either way. And just for the record, I really meant that I find profiling to be interesting. Well, I'm not quite as obsessed as Angie, but still…" He trailed off, his eyes landing on Angie who was now happily sipping her first drink, one that did not look like fruit juice with a straw. Bryan had a feeling she wouldn't pass on a chance to drink. She was right by the bar, talking to a few other female Trainees who had earlier played Robin Hood.

"Obsessed, huh?" Emily raised an eyebrow. She didn't have to ask anything else. She knew how to make a guy start talking.

"She's crazy about all that stuff. You should have seen her in Mr. Rossi's class. She killed it out there. I mean, it being her first profiling experience, she was spot on!" Bryan recalled how Angie had guessed all the details, down to the color of the car the Unsub drove. She had found it too easy to guess that one. Red symbolized rage and that was what had been building up inside of the Unsub for years. It was an easy guess.

"Well, it's good to hear we have some talented young Trainees, interested in profiling this year." Emily said casually before taking a sip of her drink.

"If I was you, I'd be expecting her formal request to join the team. I mean, yours or any other team of profilers." He corrected himself.

"A bit unfortunate…" Emily muttered to herself while simply just nodding at Bryan. There was a certain sadness in her eyes, for a moment. There was still the damned budget problem.

"So, when's the wedding?" Angie butted in when she felt like she had given Bryan enough time to make a complete fool out of himself.

Bryan went pale while Emily kept on laughing.

"Excuse me. I have to return to my team. But, enjoy your evening and make sure you put all your drinks on my tab. See you around." Emily said, excusing herself quickly.

"Sure, invite us and then leave." Angie rolled her eyes. "How rude." She added before grabbing Bryan and dragging him towards the bar, as he looked like he needed a drink after meeting his Goddess in the flesh.

Emily heard Angie's remark, on her way to her table. It wasn't too loud around them just yet, so she heard the words loud and clear – especially the word leave. She sighed, but refused to let this upset her.

"I like her." Garcia stated, as soon as Emily joined them at the table.

"Me too. She's so sweet and genuine." Reid commented.

"Garcia I'll have to excuse, but you, Reid, are a profiler. How could you not see right through the act…" Emily thought to herself, without saying a word out loud. She had her own theory and profile on that Angela Hunter girl and, until proven the contrary, she would stand by that profile.

"Are you drinking?" JJ asked happily, tipsy from the second drink that she had already downed.

"No, I don't know when it would be too soon to get back to my wine routine." Emily shot a glance at Garcia, letting her know she was not completely off the hook for the poisoning incident, even if Emily never officially spoke to her about it.

Garcia grabbed Morgan's hand and disappeared off to the other side of the bar where she intended to play some darts before JJ would find out where they were and come win every single game. She was just too good at it.

More Agents kept coming in and ordering drinks and Emily almost regretted inviting everyone, in the middle of budget cuts. However, if the bar tab drained her bank account, she'd at least be a happy broke person, after the win she had achieved that day. A win that, the Angela Hunter girl had helped tremendously for, whether she knew it or not.

"Come on, Hot Stuff, bust a move! It's Friday night." Morgan creeped to Emily's side a little later, grabbing her by the waist and taking her away from her comfort zone – the chair.

He was soon followed by Garcia, who randomly started dancing to some song that she had never even heard before.

JJ was halfway intoxicated, so she joined them willingly.

Luke and Matt were in need of a night like that, so they followed in everyone's steps, dancing awkwardly near the table.

Literally nobody else was dancing. Not a single soul.

The bartender saw them having a good time, so he took it as a sign to turn the lights down and turn the music up.

The Trainees had their own little corner now and they were more than eager to dance a little.

"Get wild, girl." One of Angie's new friends encouraged her when she was starting to bring up her game.

"Just warming up!" She yelled back at her friends and danced like nobody was watching.

At some point she went to the bartender and said something to him before returning to her friends.

She then tried to sing along with a song that she really liked, but found it hard to move her mouth in a way that didn't hurt her newly acquired injury.

Half an hour later, the bar was a mess. There were people everywhere and it looked even busier than on the first day of the Academy. Apparently the news of free drinks traveled fast around the halls of the main building, as the trainees were only about twenty. And yet, they were making noise as if they were two hundred.

Some of them were on top of the tables, happily chanting along with the songs, others had formed up a silly dance-train that was now going around the bar and random people joined in and imitated their dance moves. It was so ridiculous, so childish, but it made everyone have a great time. And wasn't that the point of a night out?

Emily spent the night with a bittersweet feeling in her stomach. She danced, yes, and she also drank a lot of fruit juice that was poured in cocktail glasses, but there was something that was holding her back. And she felt awful about it, because she should have been happy. She should be giving her team a 100% of her joy and just let loose. Yet, when she spoke, she was a little more silent than usual. When she danced, she was a little more reserved than she deserved to be.

At some point, a song came up and made her smile, despite all the reservations.

"Up for a show?" Angie's soft voice sounded from behind Emily's shoulder.

If it was true that Angie was good at profiling, then it would mean that she had profiled Emily's reserved movements for the past thirty minutes, coming to the conclusion that this woman just needed a little push.

"To that song?" Emily laughed.

It was one of the most overly sexualized dance tracks she had ever heard. She also loved that song, so much.

"Aha!" Angie smirked and dragged Emily away from her comfort zone again, away from her team.

"Oh, come on!" Angie crossed her hands against her chest when she saw how stiff that woman was, now in the middle of the improvised dancefloor. "Is that all you have, SSA Emily Prentiss?" She said challengingly.

"I'm Unit Chief! I can't make a fool of myself in front of all my colleagues." Emily pointed out.

Angie just looked around, forcing Emily to do the same.

Jessica Meyers was now getting wild with two of her other female colleagues. A group of four Agents were being taught how to twerk by two of the Trainees, one of whom was a guy who had no idea how to even do that dance move. It just seemed funny. And then, the silly dance train was now going past them, with everyone being complete idiots, waving their hands in the air without a trace of any kind of coordination.

"Point taken." Emily rolled her eyes and finally let herself to bust a move.

"Yeaah, this is how we do it!" Angie cheered for her and joined in.

Halfway through the song, Emily didn't care about anything in the world. She was just present, in the moment.

"Wow, I've never seen her so…" Rossi commented, still keeping an eye on her.

"Happy? Free? Sexeeeeyyyy?" JJ said, slurring her every letter. "It's called alcohol. And it is awesooome!"

Reid had to contain himself from telling her that Emily was not drinking any alcohol. He knew that JJ, the sane JJ, was gone by that point. She was now a mess of jumping sweaty blonde hair, dancing with everyone she saw around her.

Emily was smiling, wholeheartedly, now dancing with some random girl she had only met what seemed like a second ago.

It felt good to see the Emily Prentiss that Morgan once knew. Derek smirked, thinking his job there was done. He had a ticket back home on Sunday morning and, even if he had helped a bit in building Emily up, he still felt like he wasn't too keen on going away, again.

Emily raised her hands up in the air, not wanting the song to be over. Lost in the moment, she felt another pair of hands right next to hers, up above their heads.

And they were soft hands, warm hands, a little sweaty, too. But they felt good, now being locked with hers. She felt a smaller set of fingers wrap around the palm of her hands and she smiled even wider. There was something so comforting about this small gesture, one that was part of the dance. That girl surely has positive vibes all around her. She had always made Bryan feel good, then Dan had warmed up to her, Hell even Ben had started liking her and seeing her worth. She was overall a joy to be around. Well, unless someone crossed her, then she could be a real ruthless bitch, as proved that same morning.

Emily's chin quivered and Angie knew exactly how much pressure that woman must have been under lately. No wonder she was now an emotional mess.

"Chin up, beautiful! The world deserves to see you smile!" She leaned over and spoke to Emily.

The song, sadly, ended, and so did their little wild dance. Emily felt cold air against her palms, now that Angela had retrieved her hands from hers. But at least it was good while it lasted.

"Hey, I want a piece of that sexy!" JJ was waiting for the next song to start, so she could jump in and get herself some wild Emily action as well. They had so many amazing memories, dancing the night away, from years ago, so now JJ was eager to make more memories, even though it was doubtful she would even remember that night once she sobered up.

"She's all yours." Angie said, excusing herself quickly.

This was her second brief interaction with JJ and, for the second time, Angela had fled the scene immediately. Maybe she just did not like her. She did, after all, hang out with more guys than girls.

She went around the place, searching for Bryan, finding him by the bar, with a fresh drink in hand.

"You know that when someone offers drinks, they usually only mean the first round is on them?" Angie smirked.

"I don't suppose she specified…?" He said lamely, letting Angie take a sip of his drink, to try it.

"Eww, that is almost as disgusting as your little obsession with Agent Hotness!" She stated, cringing.

"Wouldn't say I'm the one obsessed with her, judging by the way you two were dancing out there…" He teased her, grabbing his drink and guarding it from further judgment.

"I don't know, man. I just think there's something nice about her…" She shrugged. "Also, she looked miserable and I'm known to make people have a good time. So, why not?"

"Just so you know, I'll get back at you for embarrassing me like that, in front of her! Oh, you won't even know what hit you!" Bryan smirked, knowing that his revenge would be good.

"Yeah, I'm not scared." Angie stuck her tongue at him, feeling a bit more free-spirited now that she had a fresh drink in her hand as well.

"Then why are you trying to walk away?" Bryan was almost about to have the satisfaction of having intimidated Angela, but she wouldn't give it up so easily. Or, ever.

"I need to pee." She said, clinking her glass against his and walking towards the girls' bathroom.

"Ugh…" Someone said, as if in pain.

Angie checked the stalls and found a messy blonde in one of them, sitting with her head in her hands, looking down.

"Hey, are you alright? Do you need some water? A taxi?" Angie kneeled down, in front of the girl.

"Nah." The blonde one replied.

"Girl, been there." Angie laughed. "Come on, I can get you back home safely..." She then trailed off before she started laughing as she continued. "…said every serial killer ever."

"Actually, most of them get off on blitz attacking their victims. They take most enjoyment in the fact that they are overpowering them, hurting them. So they would, generally, not offer help as part of their rouse. Then again, everyone is different." The blonde one held her hair up and Angie finally saw a face, in between sweaty strands of hair.

She then froze and stood still. For some reason, her body did not move an inch.

The girl's hands grabbed Angie's and she looked her straight in the eyes.

"Oh, hey there, Lioness." The blonde girl said and Angie's face became pale before she disappeared, leaving the drunk girl to wonder if she was even there or maybe it was her imagination.

"Mr. Rossi?" Angie called out as she hurried to the BAU table.

"JJ is in a bit of a pickle, back there, in the bathroom. I think she might be a bit more than reasonably sloshed." She said quietly, not wanting to embarrass the girl in front of everyone.

"I was wondering where she disappeared off to after her little dance with Prentiss." He put his drink down and gazed towards the bathroom. In the back of his mind, he started wondering why Angela had used 'sloshed', instead of 'drunk'. As far as he knew, it was young people slang, from Canada. He could be mistaken. However, this was not the first foreign slang word he had heard her use.

"She must have entered when you were eye-stalking the Prentiss one by the bar, like, a few minutes ago." Angie commented, but soon realized that her attention to detail made her sound like a creepy stalker herself.

"Don't worry, I'll drop JJ off at home. She doesn't hold her liqueur as well as she used to." He chuckled.

"She's a good friend." Angie stated her conclusion, imagining how worried JJ must have been for her boss, her job and her colleagues. No wonder, when everything was resolved, she had dived into alcohol, to make herself feel a bit better.

"She is. She really is a wonderful person…who cannot hold her liqueur." Rossi joked once more and Angie knew that this was his way of turning this matter into something lighter.

"Are you okay to go back home?" He asked.

"Me? Why? I'm not even part of your team." Angie raised an eyebrow. Nobody ever asked her if she was okay, with anything. This felt weird.

"Well, you're young, female, you're drinking…" He pointed out. "It doesn't matter which team you play for. It's human nature to be nurturing." He added, confused by her words. It seemed that, to her, if she wasn't one of theirs, she did not deserve to be treated well. And that sounded to him like suppressed issues.

"Oh, that? No, I'm totally fine. I know my limits, I'm really responsible. And I know how to take care of myself anyway. I mean, come on, I'm in the FBI Academy!" She said proudly. "Although, saying that to you would sound so immature, with all your experience…" She added dreamily. It was obvious how much she respected the man. If it were normal, she'd be bowing to his feet, each time she saw him. In her eyes, David Rossi was a Divine creature.

"Something is telling me that, at my age, you'll have just as much, if not more, experience." He tapped her shoulder and went to get JJ.

The fact that Angela came to him about JJ told him something about that girl. But he would keep his opinions to himself, for the moment being. And he would keep analyzing that girl, if he ever had the chance to cross paths with her again, which, he hoped he'd be able to.

After JJ left with Rossi, more people started to excuse themselves. Some had to work in the morning, because an FBI Agent never really gets to choose their off days.

"Oh, come ooooon!" Emily whined when she inevitably realized that she was one of the few people still dancing.

"Three." Reid walked up to her, in the middle of the dancefloor, and he just stood there, with a smug facial expression and his hands in his pockets. This was as close as he had ever come to dancing. Or socializing in the middle of a crowd. Ever.

"Why do I have the feeling you're about to talk about statistics?" Emily rolled her eyes, laughing.

"Statistically, one out of three women gets talked to in a casual flirtatious manner, at a bar where alcohol is served." Reid spoke with determination.

"Also, statistically, in thirty-three percent of the times, this ends up with a romantic fling, although the percentage of how many of those flings go over the one-night limit does not contain the number three, so let's skip that one." He added.

"Yeah. Let's skip it altogether, shall we?" Emily suggested.

"Three times you went to the bathroom this evening…" Reid continued.

In typical Reid fashion, it would take him a while to get to the point.

"Eww, Reid!" Emily felt a bit weird that someone was pointing that out.

Truth was, she had drunk about seven mocktails and she could not hold this much liquids in her system while dancing. Still, a weird observation on Reid's side.

"You interacted with that cute young girl three times tonight." He pointed out.

"Cute?" Emily teased him, wanting to change the topic, simply because she could not understand what Reid's topic was.

"Three times you've tried to interrupt me already." He frowned. "How rude!" He added playfully.

"Ugh, fine." She stopped moving to the music and just stared at him, waiting for whatever it was that he wanted to say, to come out already.

"You also put your hair in a ponytail three times this evening, but each time you ended up letting it loose afterwards." He looked at her as she was currently playing with a strand of hair.

"You're killing me." She sighed impatiently.

"And three very eligible bachelors started up a conversation with you tonight, but three times you've shot them down, all three of them." There it was.

"Reid, I'm not looking for a relationship…" Emily whispered.

"Ah! Remember those thirty-three percent from before?" He smirked, pointing out that it could have just been a fling, or even a one-night thing.

"Okay, no. This is none of your business!" Emily was now blushing.

"Don't hate on me when you end up alone!" Reid shrugged casually.

"Hey, don't say I didn't warn you!" He added while walking away, since he knew that Emily was able and willing to hurt him.

"What was that all about?" Garcia asked as she was just walking towards them, for another desperate attempt to make Reid dance. Or smile.

"Nothing." Emily said innocently. If Garcia hadn't heard the discussion, Emily was happy.

"So, how about those hot guys that were feeling you tonight, huh?" And there it was – Garcia brought up the same damn thing.

"God, is everyone going to point it out!?" Emily felt so uncomfortable.

"Well, you're either all out there for grabs or you're all inside your little shell, for no one to touch. I mean, it kind of is your label." Garcia pointed out, sipping on someone's drink. If she had to be honest, she had no idea who it belonged to. She had just found it on the table, well, someone else's table, but given the fact that literally everyone in that bar was FBI, she could be calm that the drink was not spiked.

"Let's not ruin this, otherwise wonderful day, by talking about men." Emily laughed sarcastically, because the day had been nothing but stressful.

"I just wanted to say how proud I am of you for taking such good care of us. It's also kind of distressful that Emily Prentiss only came out to play when she had to do it for us, and she just wouldn't even bother when she has to do it for herself. But I'm glad to have you back. And it was great scheming and acting with you. I had fun. Although, if you ever really yell at me like that, I will more than cry…Oh, I will tear up my vocal chords while crying. Woman, you are scary!" Garcia laughed, referring to their little acting scene at the office.

"Yeah, I must admit – recently I've been missing my old scheming CIA ways." She leaned in and whispered to Garcia, since that was most certainly not public knowledge.

"Also, I really enjoyed last night. It was a stressful week, but we all needed to get together, one last time, before the hearing. I'm glad everything worked out. And that kid, the one who complimented my shoes, she definitely helped our case. I kind of am curious to know who she is now!" Garcia said cheekily.

"Ah, when you figure it out, please let me know." Emily laughed. She prided herself in being able to read people with ease, but somehow with that girl, she was failing.

"Calling it a night, Ladies!" Luke and Matt walked over to greet their friends.

"We're taking this ball of sunshine back home." Matt pointed at Tara who, much like JJ, had a bit too much to drink.

"Alright, I'll text Will to make sure JJ is okay." Emily waved at the three of them and offered Garcia to share a taxi, as they were on the same route.

She then realized one more thing – Garcia and her were the only Seniors left around.

"It's gettin' hot in hereeeeeeee…" Angie was heard yelling at the top of her lungs, singing along with the current song, surrounded by nothing but fellow Trainees.

"So take of all your clothes…" Someone else kept singing the end of those lyrics.

"Ya wiiiiish!" Angie stuck her tongue at him and kept on dancing.

"I wish I was her." Garcia said, watching her with dreamy eyes. "Look at her. She's full of life. Smiling, like she doesn't have a care in the world…"

"I bet she has her own drama going on." Emily shrugged.

Nobody was perfect. And the closer to perfection one might seem, the further they actually were from it.

"Yeah, but she knows how to be that version of herself who does…that…" Garcia pointed at Angie who was now being picked up by a bunch of Academy guys and carried around like a trophy, on top of their heads.

"Guess we can all learn a thing or two from that one, huh?" Emily smiled and glanced over at Angela one more time before she went to the bar. Something about one guy's hands, eagerly supporting Angela's butt cheeks as the girl was up in the air, was bothering Emily. It looked…wrong.

"Hey, I'm Emily Prentiss, the crazy one who opened a tab tonight." She said, as if the bartender hadn't seen her at least once a week there. Everyone knew her there.

"Oh, it's been taken care of." He said, double checking the piece of paper before he would make a mistake.

"What? There must be some mistake. I'm supposed to pay all the drinks tonight." She insisted.

"Yeah, and here's the list of all the orders. They've all been paid for." He said, now sure of his words. Proof was in his hands.

"Except for this last one…" He then added.

"Ugh, Rossi must have paid." Emily commented out loud. "One drink left? Well, I guess I'm paying that one then."

"Yeah, she ordered that after closing your tab." The bartender commented while offering Emily a complimentary water bottle.

"She?" Emily raised an eyebrow.

"Yup." He said and before Emily could grill him some more, Garcia was yelling for her to hurry up as their taxi had just arrived.

"May I ask what drink she ordered?" Curiosity just wouldn't let her leave without answers.

"Forever Devilish. You know, the red one with the berries on top and pretty much everything else straight up vodka." He laughed and waved goodbye after Emily handed him cash for that specific drink.

The Trainees were eager to stay some more, but the bar had to close soon, so they were kindly asked to leave, four times, a little after Emily and Garcia left.