*Author's Note*: Sorry for the wait, I had my wisdom teeth removed and haven't felt up to writing! Anyway, this is the final chapter. I really don't like it and it's fairly likely I may end up re-writing it. However, I feel bad for the delay, so I feel I should at least post this for now. Review and let me know if I should try again?

Several hours later, Jennifer Jareau reluctantly shimmied her way past a brawny bouncer into the largest, most infamous gay bar in D.C. "Joe, I still don't understand why we had to come here of all places. It's not exactly... my scene," JJ implored of her cousin one last time.

"Because, my sweet, this is my vacation. Tonight is about me, which is why you will most certainly not be calling me Joe all night. Now, if I let go of you, will you run home?"

Shaking her wrist free, JJ chose to ignore half her cousin's words and simply replied, "Well, I will not be calling you 'Josephine' all night".

"Fine, darling, how about I buy you a drink and we settle on Joey until you're a little drunker. What would you like?"

"I'll just take a beer, please. Something dark."

Winking, Joey replied, "Oh yes, dear. You'll fit right in," and flitted off in the direction of the bar.

A mere hour after they'd arrived at the club, JJ was leaning her back against the bar, weary of turning women down. Halfway into their first drink, Joey had abandoned her for a steely-eyed foreigner who hardly spoke a word of English. Growing tired of arguing her sexuality with complete strangers, JJ was beginning to consider ditching her cousin. He probably wasn't going home with her tonight anyway.

Leaning up on her toes a little to scan the crowd, JJ searched lazily and gave up quickly. Joey was nowhere to be seen (which was uncharacteristic of him, suggesting he'd found a darker corner on purpose). Rolling her eyes at the thought, JJ began turning towards the bar to close her tab when she caught a glimpse of something that made her do a double-take.

Head jerking violently back towards the exact middle of the dance floor, JJ's jaw hit the floor as her eyes landed on the woman with the perfect coffee: her coworker, Emily Prentiss.

Except this was not the Agent Prentiss whose hands shook as she handed JJ her coffee every morning. The way those hips were moving... It was the Emily Prentiss saunter on fire. The way those curls swayed loosely with the beat... JJ fought to ignore the rapid drumming inside her chest and startled when the woman sitting next to her at the bar caught her gaze and interrupted her thoughts.

"That's Rey. She's kind of a legend here."

JJ considered telling the woman that she in fact knew who she was and that her name was definitely not Rey, but wanting to know what else the woman had to say, she just nodded in what she hoped was a casual manner.

"A legend, hm? What for?"

The woman chuckled harshly and replied curtly, "Take her home and find out yourself."

Hoping she'd continue, JJ stayed quiet and her patience was quickly rewarded.

"I saw the way you were watching her dance. No, don't argue, I already don't believe you. The point is, well, let's just say the dance floor isn't the only place that woman has serious moves."

JJ choked a little and finally tore her gaze away from Emily to properly look at the woman at the bar. "You've got to be kidding me. She's a 'legend' because she's good in bed?"

"No, not good," the woman spat out, sounding as though she thought JJ was quite dense. "Do you really think women would travel from around the world for good? She's not just good. She's the best there is. Sleep with her and you're ruined for anyone else."

"Around the world? You can't be serious."

"You're really not understanding me, blondie." Rolling her eyes impatiently, the Latina woman began to point. "That one there? Denver. Miss Purple Dress is from Seattle. Those two are Greece and Italy, respectively. The blonde one Rey's avoiding is from Norway. It was just locals when she started here about a year or so ago. But I guess she's slept her way through all the girls in the district. At least, the ones who interest her."

Feeling slightly nauseous, JJ turned away from the woman and solemnly watched Emily dance. She felt she might float away, if only she wasn't so weighed down.

Suddenly turning back towards the woman, JJ begged of her with a more than desperate whimper, "So, I don't understand. She's here, like, every week? She brings some chick home and they fuck and that's what she's known for?"

A smirk growing on the woman's face, she replied haughtily, "First of all, honey, women bring her home, not vice versa. No one has ever seen her place. Second, I suppose I haven't told you the best part."

Enjoying having JJ's full attention, the woman paused for dramatic effect and ordered another drink. Finally continuing, the woman began slowly, "Remember earlier I pointed out that Rey is avoiding that lanky blonde? Well... women like that are the only ones who have any real effect on her. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, toned. With a gentle sort of confidence. Like a candle, rather than a firecracker like herself."

JJ laughed at the thought of Emily being described as a firecracker, but her laugh turned bitter as she realized that maybe she didn't know Emily at all. There was definitely a piece of her JJ had managed to miss entirely.

"What do you mean, 'have an effect on her'? You mean she has a type?"

"Oh, honey, she has a type alright. And you're the definition of it. But I suggest you be careful."

"Careful?"

"Yeah. Don't fuck her if you're one of those women whose hearts live in their vagina."

Growing impatient, JJ held her gaze and the woman finally relented, all of her knowledge of Emily tumbling over her wet lips in a bitter, messy fashion. "Usually, Rey will go home with a woman and fuck her senseless. Then she'll leave, or maybe she'll fall asleep and let the chick cook her breakfast before she dashes the next morning. But she always fucks the woman first, and doesn't let them get her off in return."

JJ stared as though this woman had sprouted antlers. 'Maybe she's been pulling my leg this whole time. Wouldn't that be great fun for her? I bet she's never seen Emily before in her life.'

The woman pointed her finger almost accusingly at JJ, "Until a woman like you comes along. She would let you fuck her, blondie. She would come apart in your arms and... Are you ready for it? This is truly the best part... She would scream another woman's name."

The woman laughed almost maniacally, slamming her hands on the bar, tears rolling down her cheeks and now JJ was sure the woman was drunk or batty. Maybe both. Emily never forgot a name, she wouldn't make a mistake like that repeatedly. JJ stepped forward, about to walk away from the crazy Latina when, through her laughter, JJ heard her making a cruel imitation of a woman orgasming, crying, "Jennifer! Oh, Jennifer!"

JJ whipped around and felt her hand gripping the collar of the woman's shirt, out of her control. "What did you say?"

Sobering immediately, the woman began to stutter, "Jennifer... It's always Jennifer. Must be head over heels for her. People here wonder if its a wife who died, or, or a..."

But JJ wasn't listening anymore. Releasing the stuttering woman from her grasp. JJ turned slowly around and settled her gaze on Emily, this time watching with careful consideration.

Begging herself to be observant, JJ watched as Emily danced. She took in the way her body moved, the way her eyes closed as a song would reach its climax. This time, there was no ignoring the racing of her heart or the rush of adrenaline coursing through her. As the Norwegian girl fought through the crowd and settled her hands on Emily's hips, JJ seemed to lose control of herself.

No idea what she was doing, JJ found herself placing a hand on Emily's shoulder before she realized she had started moving. Fighting back an inexplicable urge to knock the Norwegian girl out, JJ looked into Emily's wide eyes and simply stated, "I believe I'm the blonde you've been looking for."

Emily began to stutter, clueless as to what she could possibly say. "JJ, I..."

But JJ cut her off, shaking her head. "I hear you prefer my full name."

Trembling, Emily blushed and JJ, thinking she'd never seen anyone look so terrified, decided to have mercy on her.

"Take me to your place, Em. Tonight, I am going to hear my name on your lips and in the morning, you'll make my coffee perfectly. Just like you always do."

P.S. If anyone made the connection as to where Emily's fake name came from, feel free to give yourself a slow clap. ;)