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The latest case had just wrapped up, and the girls were on their way to happy hour. This one had been a tough one. A child had been kidnapped, and they thought for sure he was going to turn up dead. By some miracle though, they were able to find him just in time and reunite him with his family. While the children before him weren't so lucky, the team was grateful they were at least able to save him. Cases with children though, always hit the team hard, hence the girls night out.

"I don't know what I would do if someone took my babies." JJ cried, holding on to her stomach protectively.

"Oh, Peaches, you know we would never let that happen." Penelope promised, resting a hand over hers.

"I know. I just want to go hug Henry and never let him go." She sniffled.

"Jayje, do you want us to take you home?" I offered, trying to signal the bartender over for our check. We had only been there for a half hour, but I had scotch at home to drown my sorrows.

"No, no, I'm fine. Will is with him, I know he's safe. It's just hard. These cases are always so hard." She wiped away her tears. "I'd get a new profession before either of you start thinking about having a family."

"You know, Kevin wants kids. He keeps asking me, 'When are you going to be ready?' and I just don't know." Penelope admitted. She was on her third drink, having chugged the first two. Which was right about the time that she started getting chatty.

I was on my second, it would take at least two, maybe three more before I would start spilling secrets.

As if reading my mind, JJ ordered another round. She inhaled deeply, turning to our friend, "Pen, I had no idea."

"At least you're not pushing 35, and your maybe something of a crush is pressuring you to pop out a baby." I scuffed. Or not, maybe two was my lucky number tonight. Then again, this had been eating me up for past seven days, and I wanted advice.

Penelope was lost. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Gee, I think I've opened a can of worms. Derek told you he wanted to have kids?" JJ deduced.

"More specifically, your kids?" Penelope asked, on the edge of her seat waiting for my response.

"Earlier this week. We were working out together, thanks to our good friend Jayje might I add, and I told him to get off of me if he wished to have kids. I was only joking, but he took it to a whole other level. He said he wants kids, and he wants me." I let out the breath, I didn't know I was holding. It was nice to finally tell the girls, even nicer to finally have a sounding board for advice. I finished my drink, moving on to the next which arrived just on time.

I heard JJ tell the bartender to keep them coming, while slipping him a twenty dollar bill. I chose to ignore it though. I would have done the same things if the tables were turned, I'm sure.

"Emily that's great! You two would have such beautiful babies!" Penelope gushed, already picturing what our children would look like.

"How could we possibly procreate when we haven't even really spoken in a week?" I pouted. Sometimes I didn't like not sober Emily. I hated being vulnerable, which of course made me drink more.

"He did say he wanted you right?" JJ encouraged.

"Yes, and then utter silence on the subject." I reminded her.

"Well, we were busy on a case." Penelope pointed out, ever the defender of Derek Morgan.

"So, Kevin wants to have a baby?" I asked, turning the conversation back on her.

"Does anyone else find this a little weird?" JJ asked, then to clarify, "I mean that the guys are the ones pushing for babies and commitment?"

"Definitely. I for one, never thought my chocolate Adonis would want to settle down. Let alone want to repopulate." Penelope admitted. "But, I can see why a certain vixen could change his mind."

"I would just like to point out that I totally called this a month ago." JJ

I rolled my eyes, "You said we would end up in bed together, not that Derek would propose children."

"Potato, patato." She shrugged.

"Can we talk about something else? Like Penelope." I suggested, ready to drop the subject and get the heat off of me.

"Well, we know Derek wants to have kids. But do you Emily?" Penelope asked, completely ignoring me.

"Do you Penelope?" I countered, not backing down.

"Touché." She laughed. "In all seriousness, I love Kevin, I really do, but I just don't know if we're there yet. We've only be seeing each other for a little over a year. We talked about getting married, but instead just moved in with each other. One of us can always move out, you can't take back a baby."

"So that's what you're really scared about? Kevin leaving you and then suddenly you're a single mom." I realized.

"I don't know, maybe?" She sighed.

JJ broke the silence, "You know, when I was pregnant with Henry there was a part of me that worried I was going to be raising a baby on my own. Will and I lived in different states, and we hadn't been together that long."

"Yeah, but look how that turned out for you, your life is a fairytale." Pen pointed out, taking another sip of her drink.

"Fairytale, my ass!" She laughed. "Will and I made it this far because we work at our marriage, because we both want it to work."

"Do you want it to work with Kevin?" I asked, pushing all of the hard questions tonight.

"I do. I really, really do." She gushed.

"You know, we started having 'girls night out' to decompress and forget about life for a minute. When did they become so serious?" I questioned, laughing as I finished off my fourth drink of the night. Or was it fifth? I might have lost track.

"You know, you're right. This calls for shots!" JJ grinned, waiving the bartender over.

She ordered six shots of tequila, I gave her my best 'Are you kidding me?' look.

"Who's going to drink all of those?" Pen asked, equally concerned for her liver as I was mine.

"You and Em, of course. It's only three each." She assured us.

"This coming from the woman who isn't drinking." I teased.

"One each wasn't good enough? You had to order three?" Pen questioned, staring at the shot glasses in front of us.

"One for you, one for Emily, one for me, one for the baby, and one each for luck." She explained, as she passed the drinks around.

"To us then, Pen." I raised my glass, licked the salt off the rim and took the shot, finishing it with the lime.

"To, baby LaMontagne." She continued. Again, we clinked our glasses together, repeating steps one, two, and three.

"And, what exactly do I need luck for?" I asked, grabbing my last one.

Pen froze with her glass inches from her lips. "Derek Morgan."

"To Derek Morgan!" I cheered, already familiar with the burn as the tequila made its way down my throat.

I felt a presence behind me, just as two masculine hands clasped the bar stool I was sitting on.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Derek's voice rang in my ear.

"I- What are you doing here?" I questioned, caught off guard.

Penelope shrugged, just as surprised to see him as I was. JJ, on the other hand, hung her head guiltily and was suddenly very interested in the club soda in front of her.

"A little birdy called me, and said you could use a ride home." He replied.

"I could have just as easily gotten an Uber." I forced a smile, reminding myself you cannot hit a pregnant woman.

"But then I'd have to wait a whole two days before seeing you again." He whispered against my ear, waking my nether region.

I swallowed, "I see."

"Well, this was great, but I should really get going. Pen, you ready?" JJ asked, avoiding making eye contact with me.

"Sure thing, Peaches." She hopped down from her place at the bar. "Emily, you call me tomorrow morning so I know you're okay. Ya know, unless you're preoccupied. Then just shoot me a text." She winked.

"I'm going to kill you." I whispered to JJ, or so I thought. The snort coming out of Derek's mouth made me wonder just how quiet I actually was.

"You ready, Princess?" Derek asked me, waving goodbye to our friends exiting the bar.

"As I ever will be." I attempted to get out of my chair, and slipped, crashing into Morgan.

He caught me, of course. Was his body always this hard? It felt nice. Very nice. My legs twitched, thinking of all the things I wanted to do that body.

"Exactly how much did you have to drink?" He laughed, steadying me. One hand went around my waist, while the other was holding my hand, supporting me up.

"I'm fine, really. I can walk." I assured him, pulling away, trying to put some space between us. I liked the idea of him holding on to me way too much. His arms wrapped around my body supporting me, leaving me to wonder what else they could do.

"Humor me." He insisted, pulling me back up against him.

Deciding it was a losing battle, I let him win this one. Leaning on him for support, and for my own personal pleasure.

He led me outside, over to his mustang where he proceeded to open the door for me and help me get inside. Once he was sure I was out of harm's way, he closed the door and made his way over to the drivers seat. He reached over to buckle me, making me wonder just how drunk he thought I was. My heart was racing, in a constant fear, shock, and wonder if he was going to kiss me. He was close enough, all he had to do bend his head a little to the right.

He didn't. Instead, he started the car and proceeded to make his way to my address. We didn't talk as he drove to my apartment. It was short distance, only ten minutes away. But in those ten minutes I couldn't help but imagine all the things I wanted to do to him, and have done to me. It was a nice night out, yet I felt as if I was burning up.

The car stopped, we were outside of my place now. Before I could move, he was out of the car and opening my door for me.

"You know, I'm not an invalid." I reminded him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I stopped him, speaking for him, "Humor me, right?" I teased.

He had been to my apartment before, so he knew his way to it. It was a little odd actually, to have someone else lead you to your home.

"Can I trust that you'll be okay to see yourself inside?" He asked, once we reached my door.

"If I said no, would you believe me?" I flirted, or at least hoped it came across that way.

He chuckled, and held his hand out for my keys. I happily obliged, not quite ready to say goodbye yet.

"Tell me, do you still want to kill JJ?" He asked, entering my personal space once we were inside.

I was backed up against the wall in my entryway. JJ was the last thing on my mind.

"Depends." I bit my lower lip, my eyes dropping to his.

"On?" He asked. His hands were on my arms, drawing light circles.

"This."

And then I did something I never thought I would do. I made a move on Derek Morgan. More importantly, I made a move on my partner.

Our lips pressed together, and I was lost. Just like that. Without really thinking what I was doing, my hands instinctively went to grab his back. He kissed me back eagerly, cupping my face. My body felt as if it was on fire. He moved his hands to my waist, wrapping themselves around my body. They were strong, demanding, and right where I wanted them.

My nails dug into his shoulders. Before I could stop myself, a moan escaped my mouth. Letting Derek aware of just how much he was affecting me.

"Emily," He paused, resting his forehead against mine.

"Now you wanna talk?" I sighed, trying to get my breathing back to normal.

He pulled away from me, "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, trying to read me.

"Don't do that." I warned him. "Don't try and profile me."

I pushed against him, freeing myself from his grasp, and headed to my kitchen. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, offering one to him as well, which he took.

"What did you mean by that?" He asked, referring to my last comment.

"You told me you want children, wanted me, and then suddenly went mute." I tried to keep my composure calm, so as not to show him just how much it irritated me.

"Emily, I put myself out there. I was expecting you to do the same." He reasoned.

"Oh." I felt my face get hot. I was an idiot. "Well, we were on a case." I admitted lamely, twirling my bottle cap in my hand.

He reached out and stopped me, causing me to look up at him. "Well we aren't now. So tell me Emily Prentiss, what do you want?" He questioned.

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