Author's Note: FYI-this is going to end up with Prentiss/Reid as a secondary couple. Enjoy!

Penelope Garcia picked up her glass of wine and took a sip. "Don't you think it's pathetic that you're out with me on a Friday night?" she asked her friend, spooling her pasta around her fork and taking a bite.

Emily Prentiss laughed. "I wasn't going to say it out loud," she joked,

"Wouldn't you rather be out with someone who was gonna…take you home and ravish you?" Penelope asked longingly.

"Of course I would," Emily answered. "But unfortunately, that's not gonna happen." She took a bite of her salad and chewed thoughtfully. "I wish I had time to date."

"Yeah. Me, too," Penelope agreed. "I just…I'm sick of going home to a vibrator. "

Emily choked on her water. "What?" she asked.

"Oh, like you don't go home to one," Penelope spat.

Emily's eyes danced. "I don't go home to one," she said.

Penelope laughed as she took another bite of her pasta and washed it down with a swallow of wine. Then she put her fork down beside her plate and grinned at her friend. "What do you say we make it interesting?"

"What do you mean?" Emily asked curiously.

"Let's make it a bet."

"Make what a bet?"

Penelope grinned. "Getting naughty."

Emily laughed heartily, and then stopped when Penelope just sat there. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, Emily. I'm serious," Penelope said impatiently. "Apparently neither one of us is willing to push ourselves into the dating pool. So maybe a little healthy competition will toss us right in."

Emily frowned. "Shouldn't we get our feet wet first?" she asked.

Penelope grinned. "That's a great idea. Five dates," she said with a nod. "That should be enough to get our feet wet."

"I am so confused right now."

"We have to…find a man, date him, and go out with him…" Penelope thought for a minute. "Five times before we can sleep with him."

Emily frowned. "I don't know if I can do that," she admitted.

"Men objectify us all the time," Penelope reminded her friend. "Wouldn't ya like to give it back to them?"

"Absolutely," Emily said, and then smirked. "I just don't know if I can hold out for five dates."

Penelope laughed. "That's to make it interesting. Either one of us could go to a bar, pick up a man, and bring him home. But keeping his interest for five dates? Now that's a challenge."

"You have a point there, my friend."

"So? What do you say? Are we on?" Penelope asked.

Emily grinned. "What are we betting?"

Penelope shrugged. "I want that diamond bracelet of yours," she said nonchalantly.

"Absolutely not," Prentiss said primly. "That was a gift."

"From your ex-husband," Penelope reminded her friend.

Emily looked at the diamond tennis bracelet on her wrist. "He had good taste," she remarked.

"No doubt," Penelope agreed.

"Fine," Emily said. "But if I win—you have to ask Derek Morgan out on a date."

Penelope's eyes widened. "What?" she shrieked. "Absolutely not."

Emily laughed. "Your call," she told her friend.

Penelope sighed. Ask Derek Morgan out? For God's sake, if this were a comic book, he'd be her arch-enemy. There was no one on this earth that she loathed as much as she did Derek Morgan. But if she backed out now, it would be like admitting defeat before the game had even begun. She sighed. "Fine," she snapped. "If you win…I'll ask him out. But when I win…" She eyed her friends' wrist. "I get that gorgeous bracelet," she said dreamily.

Emily lifted her wine glass. "Deal," she said.

Penelope lifted her own and they clinked on it.