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ALL GONE

"Are you kidding me? He's so ugly." Garcia said, sipping the fruity cocktail on the table in front of her.

"I don't know, Pen, I don't think he's so bad." JJ disagreed. "What do you think, Em?"

"Sorry, Pen, I have to agree with JJ on this one." Emily said. "There's just something to be said about a guy who doesn't look like he puts an entire bottle of hair gel on his head every morning."

JJ laughed. "And those are few and far between." She and Emily clinked glasses and took a drink, laughing at Garcia's obvious disagreement. "Okay, okay. What about…" she scanned the club quickly, "him?" She tilted her head in the direction of the door, indicating a guy that had just walked in.

Garcia considered him. "No. He's creepy."

Emily and JJ laughed.

"Garcia, is there anyone in here that you find attractive?" Emily asked.
"I told you, I don't do guys in clubs." Penelope insisted.

"That's right, you only do computer guys." JJ laughed.

Garcia grinned. "Hey, at least I know that he's not going to end up drugging me and forcing me into some kind of unwanted sexual relationship."

Emily shook her head. "Pen, not every guy is a criminal."

"I know, but for some reason, I've learned to assume the worst about people. Wonder where I get that from?"

JJ and Emily were quiet. They both knew all too well what that was like. Penelope hadn't learned to overlook that minor job hassle yet.

Garcia saw the changes in her friends' faces and immediately felt the need to change the direction of the conversation.

"Okay, come one. No long faces. I'll shut up about creepers, and we'll go dance with some cuties, okay?" She stood, stumbling just a little from the alcohol, and grabbed JJ and Emily's hands, whooping excitedly. It worked. Emily and JJ grinned and followed her to the dance floor, where they were eagerly enveloped by the guys they'd been eyeing all night. Their monthly girls night out was, once again, turning out to be just what they all needed.

Emily walked into the BAU office around ten the next morning, huge sunglasses obscuring the top half of her face. She walked to her desk and sat down disappearing behind the mountains of files sitting there. She heard Morgan's laugh.

"Rough night Prentiss?"

She groaned in response. It had been a rough night. She, JJ, and Garcia had drunk and danced the night away until the club closed. She'd barely managed to stay awake until she got back to her apartment. There were messages on her machine from JJ and Pen saying that they'd each made it home, and she sleepily called both of them before collapsing on her bed. When her alarm had gone off that morning, it was accompanied by the pounding drums in her head. She'd taken a hot shower, which helped some. She knew it wasn't the most responsible thing to do, drinking the night before work, but it was almost the end of the month and Pen would have shot both her and JJ if they missed their girls night out. Emily smiled, remembering what she could of last night. She knew they'd danced a lot, and talked of course. She vaguely remembered that Garcia refused to admit that there were any cute guys in the club. That was basically it.

She lifted her head in time to see JJ walk through the office, and had to suppress a laugh when she saw that her colleague was also wearing a pair of giant aviators. Apparently, Emily wasn't the only one who was suffering a massive hangover. JJ didn't even stop to talk. Instead, she balanced her giant cup of coffee in one hand while juggling the keys to her office in the other.

Morgan laughed again. "Girls night out?" he guessed. Getting no response, he continued. "I saw Garcia earlier, and she didn't look any better than you do. You gotta learn to pace yourself Emily."

"Statistically, 76% percent of people are drunk after having fewer than three drinks. Of course, it depends on the type of alcohol and the weight of the person in question, because a person's body mass index heavily influences the rate at which alcohol is absorbed by the body-" Reid chimed in from his desk. Emily hadn't even realized that he was listening.

"Reid," she said, pulling off her glasses to rub her temples, "Shut up. I can't handle any statistics right now." Reid immediately turned back to his desk and Morgan laughed.

"Aw Emily, come on." He stood and walked to her desk. "Reid was just trying to be helpful, weren't you kid?"

Reid spun around in his chair again and opened his mouth, but seeing Emily's face, he shut it again. Emily felt bad. She knew Reid still felt awkward around her after he snapped at her at the homeless shelter. She didn't hold it against him; he was battling a serious drug addiction and she was the new team member. It made her an easy target. After he'd gotten clean, he'd taken her aside and apologized to her. She'd accepted and didn't think anything else of it. It didn't help that he was still feeling guilty about what happened in the compound. She knew that he thought it was his fault for not admitting that he was an agent. He'd apologized repeatedly, and as much as she insisted that it wasn't his fault, she could tell he felt guilty.

"Reid, I'm sorry." She said. "Nothing personal." She smiled at him, relieved when he returned it with one of his own.

"See now, that's nice." Morgan said. "And just because you're being so friendly, Emily, I'm going to tell you my secret hangover cure."

Emily looked up eagerly. "What is it?"

Morgan grinned. "Don't drink the night before!" He danced out of the way as Emily aimed her fist at his gut. He sauntered back to his desk, still laughing.

Emily grinned too. Truthfully, this was one of the best parts of her day. As much as she found her work satisfying, the atmosphere in the bullpen when the team didn't have a case was amazingly relaxed. It was nice to be able to come into the office and talk and laugh with her colleagues instead of storming into buildings, guns drawn, waiting to see what kind of atrocity awaited them. They were her family, and she wouldn't trade that for anything.