The planets bend between us

Chapter 2

She considered his point and found what he said to make sense. "Fine. You're right. But I'm not dating alone, okay, pal? If I don't get one night stands, neither do you. We're both going to try this dating thing. Besides, if you run into someone gay, you can pass her to me, and if I find someone straight, I'll send her your way."

Derek grinned at her. "I like this little agreement, Prentiss. But I have one addition: we are going to be honest with them. We are going to tell them the truth. About the job. About JJ. I don't want to hurt anybody."

She didn't necessarily like that addition to the agreement, but she nodded. They shook hands, Derek being excited and Emily looking worried.

"Don't worry, Prentiss. This might be fun. We can be each other's wingman. Ooh, hot chick looking back at you at the end of the bar."

Emily rolled her eyes at his childishness. But she did look around. There was a girl there, around Emily's age, looking alone, and in desperate need of company. She looked naturally beautiful. Her chestnut colored hair held in a bun with wisps of it caressing her face. She took a sip of what seemed like vodka.

"She your type, Prentiss?"

She didn't answer him. The girl was definitely her type.

"Take a deep breath and talk to her, Emily. She won't bite you. Unless... you're into that kind of thing."

Emily glared at him as he laughed. Deciding that she preferred to embarrass herself in front of this mysterious stranger rather than talk to Derek Morgan any longer, she got up and walked over to the woman in question.

The woman looked up when Emily sat down next to her.

"You looked like you needed some company," Emily muttered awkwardly, not knowing how to do this.

The woman raised her eyebrows at her. With a light accent, the woman replied, "Yet you seemed to leave your company."

Emily shrugged. "He was the one who got me to come to talk to you. If you're interested."

The woman let out a chuckle. "I am definitely interested. I'm guessing you aren't used to this either? I just got stood up by this hot girl I met yesterday. Dating isn't going so well for me. How about you?"

Emily laughed. "The girl I have liked for a year just kissed a guy in front of me after I spent the day telling her to be with him. I am awful at these things."

The woman lifted her drink. "I'm glad I'm not the only one. I'm Remi. Remi Ramirez. I know, a weird mix of names. My dad's Latino and my mom's-"

"French," Emily answered. She closed her eyes, mad at herself for being so weird. "Oh, sorry."

Instead of being freaked out, however, Remi grinned, impressed by Emily. "Don't apologize, love. How'd you know?"

"I lived in France for a year as a kid. I moved around a lot. My mother's in politics."

Remi nodded, understanding where she was coming from. "I moved around a lot, too. My dad's a geographer. Never stayed in a place longer than two years. Probably the reason why I can't stay in one place for too long. How long have you lived in DC... I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Emily Prentiss. And I've lived here for about two years. First time I've been in the states since I was a kid. How about you?"

"A month, actually. Just got here from Argentina. I usually only stay for a semester or two. That's why I never really dated but..." Her voice trailed off, not wanting to admit the truth.

"But it gets lonely." At Remi's nod, Emily added, "I understand. So semester. Are you a professor?"

"Yes, actually. Currently, I'm teaching Psychology in Pop Culture. All my classes are about psychology, though."

Emily raised her eyebrows. She was surprised by how interesting this woman was. "Wow. That's awesome. I love thinking about that kind of thing. I can always tell when a psychopath or serial killer is portrayed incorrectly. I'm a profiler for the BAU."

Remi's eyes widened. "The BAU? The Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI?" At Emily's hesitant nod, she flushed. "That's incredible. I've read about you guys. I can't believe I'm talking to one right now."

"It's not that special. We see a lot of rough things. It gets hard, but I love the job. And I love the team," Emily explained happily.

"I bet it's hard. Don't worry. I won't be one of those people who makes you show me your gun and go into horrifying detail about your cases. You and your team must be pretty close. Is the girl you liked in the team of yours?"