I awaken in a stuffy environment, groggily kicking the blanket off my legs. A heavy arm is draped over me, tilting my head slightly I see it belonging to my sleeping sister. Letting out a yawn I rub my eyes and grab my sisters wrist, swinging it back on her side of the bed. I sway to the side and tug my legs to the edge of my soft bed.
Standing up softly I shuffle towards my bathroom, letting out a shaky strained noise as I stretch my arms over my head.
Jumping into the shower, I wash myself from my sweaty night sleep, thanks to my sister who radiates heat. After washing my hair, I rinse out the last of my conditioner before getting out and wrapping a towel over my head and robe around my body.
I wash my face and teeth before pulling on a pair of black underwear. Walking quietly to my closet I grab a white tank top and a pair of workout shorts. As I exit my closet I see my sister just getting up.
"What time is it?" She asks she adjusts her bonnet over her curly hair.
"Three in the afternoon." I tell her as I usher her out of bed so I can make the bed. Once done I go to the kitchen and make breakfast for us as I wait for her to get out of the bathroom.
As I scramble the last egg she comes out wearing a pair of my old leggings and cropped t-shirts. She takes a deep breath and exhaling in delight at the smell of eggs and coffee.
"Did I tell you that you can steal my clothes?" I ask her as I pour a cup of coffee for her.
"What's the saying, ah yes 'what's mine is yours'." She says with a sly toothy smile. I roll my eyes and give her a plate and mug.
"Aren't you cold wearing shorts and a tank top?" She asks me as she sits on a barstool. I shake my head 'no' and take a sip from my mug. She takes her fork from out of her mouth and points it at me.
"Those..." She says shaking her fork left to right, aimed at my breasts. "Are giving you away." She says letting out a chuckle. I roll my eyes and lay my mug onto the rustic wood counter.
"Laura I'm home, no need to wear a bra. I could walk around naked if I really wanted to." I tell her as I put my plate in the sink.
"Please don't, ion need to see all that." She says as she draws circles in the air around my breasts. I laugh and ruffle her hair as I pass her by on my way to the living room.
I pick up my phone to see I was added I to yet another group chat.
JJ: So who's place?
Garcia: Not mine, I haven't cleaned.
Me: place for what?
Garcia: Place to get ready for the club!!
Me: oh we can do mine.
JJ: Great! I'll order some takeout and bring it over. Chinese okay?
Garcia: Perfect! What time?
Me: 7?
We all agree and I shut off my phone, cleaning my apartment before the girls arrive.
"What's with the speed cleaning?" Laura asks as she sits on the couch.
"The girls from my team are coming over to get ready."
"For?" She asks as she twists a curl around her finger.
"We're going out tonight. So please behave when I leave. Don't order movies and don't forget to call mom." I tell her loudly as I lift her legs, swiftly moving the vacuum under them.
"Why can't I just come with you?" She asks when I rest her legs back down onto the coffee table. I give her a pointed look and shut off the vacuum.
"Laura you're underage. I'm not bringing you to the club." I state while wrapping the cord around the vacuum, placing it in the small closet. I hear her scoff and turn on the T.V.
Just then the buzzer goes off and I call up the girls. A minute or so later a few knocks are heard on my door and I sprint to answer it.
"Hey Isla!" Garcia says loudly as she comes and gives me a hug. I chuckle and return it before giving JJ a small hug as well.
"Girls this is my sister Laura. Laura this is JJ and Garcia." I point to each of them introducing everyone. Laura gives a small wave before getting up from the couch.
"Oh did you bring food?" She asks JJ, peaking into the paper bag. JJ laughs and hands her the bag. Laura gladly takes it and brings it to the kitchen.
We all follow and start to prepare our food before trying to all sit on the couch. I end up sitting on the floor with my legs crossed eating my spicy chicken fried rice. After much argument we are forced to watch CSI with Laura.
"Why would you want to watch a show on CSI when you have an amazing sister in the FBI." I say pointing to myself. Laura rolls her eyes and dismisses me.
"Right, we are much cooler than CSI." Garcia says causing both JJ and I to nod.
"I'd rather be CSI" Laura states as she munches on a dumpling. This causes me to roll my eyes as I close my takeout box and throw away my chopsticks.
"Do you guys need to shower?" I ask, everyone shake their head no. Nodding I usher them into my closet and take out some club dresses.
I glance at the three dresses I took out, unable to choose.
"Okay so I have a lavender strapless dress, a red one that lands below the knee, or this black one with an open back besides the few strings to tie it." I state as I place the dresses over my frame.
"I like the black one the most." JJ says as she tilts her head to the side. I nod and glance at Garcia.
"I love me some lavender clothing but the fact that it's strapless scares me. And I feel that the reds too long for the club." She says inspecting all the dresses as she squints her eyes.
"How bout you Laura?" She looks up at me and points to the black one. I smile and thank them. As I put the dress on I help JJ put on her necklace wile Garcia ties my dress in the back.
"I want to come with you guys." Laura groans as she places her chin in her hand and look up at us from her seated position on the floor.
"Underaged" I say in a sing song voice. I hear her mock me causing me to smirk. Untucking my necklace from the tip of the silky black dress, I place it over the dress. I begin to straighten my slightly curled ends making them as straight as could be. JJ uses it next, while she pins Garcia's hair up, letting a few strand frame her face.
I take out everything I need to do my makeup before I start applying a dark brownish black eyeshadow blending it all together. After finishing putting on black eyeliner on my waterline and making a small wing, I apply a crimson red lipstick.
"Mind if I?" JJ asks pointing to my blush. I encourage her to take it as I spray an overly needed amount to perfume. I make my way to my closet and grab a brownish purse, slipping my badge, money, gun, ID, phone, keys, and lipstick into it.
"You ready?!" I ask yelling from the front door, slipping on a pair of black heals. Clicks from the girls heels can be heard as they make their way towards me.
JJ wears a off white sparkly bodycon dress that falls mid thigh, while Garcia wears a light pink flowy dress that stops right before her knees.
"Let's get going!" Garcia says excitingly before throwing her hands up in a celebratory manner. I laugh and give a look at Laura.
"I know I know." She grumbles flinging her arms over her head.
"Love you kiddo, see you later." I say before locking the door and driving us to the club in my black camaro.
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Parking the car across the street, I swing the door open and step out of the car one heeled foot and a time.
"I'm so excited!" Garcia squeals as she gets out as well, gripping onto JJ and mine hands, tugging us across the street to meet with the rest of the team.
I open the double glass doors keep it open for the girls before we walk through the club trying to find the team through the flashing colorful lights and massive crowd of people dancing. Once spotting Reid, I find Gideon and Morgan sitting nearby talking and drinking.
I take Garcia's hand in mine and travel through the waves of people.
"Hey guys." JJ yells over the music. Reid gives a tight lip smile before waving. I smile in return and grab a seat next to him at the high table.
"Where's Hotch?"
"He couldn't come. Wanted to spend sometime with his wife and kid." Morgan says taking a sip of his beer. I nod and ask the bartender for three glasses of beer.
"Come on let's dance." Garcia says taking both my hands in hers tugging them suggestively. I shake my head and take my hand out of hers to grab the glasses of beer.
"I need something in my system first." I tell her chugging my beer. A pair of hands rest on my shoulders as I finish the cup and slam it on the bar.
"Easy there baby girl." Morgan says with a smirk on his face. "Aren't you the designated driver?" I laugh and shake my head.
"I am never the designated driver. I only drive to the club" I state as I try to wave over the busy bartender for another beer.
"In that case let me buy you a drink." He takes out his wallet and pulls out a 20. "It's okay Morgan, go have fun!" I say motioning to the dance floor where three women are staring at him. He looks over his shoulder at them.
"As tempting as that is, we came here to celebrate you joining our team." He yells over a pop song that's playing. I dismiss him and tell him not to worry.
"You sure?" He asks and I nod at him. He drags out a 'ok' before dancing his way to the three woman. I chuckle before finally being able to flag down the bartender.
I grab my beer and make my way to Reid who's all alone at the table.
"Don't feel like dancing?" I ask him as I take a sip of my drink.
"Not much of a club person." He states as he eyes the dance floor.
"Well you came here anyways. I think you deserve to have some fun." He looks at me nervously before shaking his head.
"Since this outting is supposedly for me how bout you promise me a dance whenever you feel like it?"
He gives a small smile before saying an okay. I smile at him and finish my beer.
(Play song)
"Oh I love this song." I say out loud.
"You can go dance if you want to." Reid says playing with the sleeves of his sweater.
"No I don't want to leave you all by yourself Reid." I tell him as I point to our empty table.
"It's alright I like it." He tells me and I give him a sad smile.
"Okay, you can join me whenever you want." I say while patting his hand before getting up and going to the dance floor.
I find the girls and start to dance with them as they try to find a guy to dance with. Once they both find one a pair of hands place themselves on my hips. I grind them against his crotch, leaning my head back feeling the song, closing my eyes from the blinding flashing colored lights.
Oh, whoa, oh, oh
Oh, oh oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Suddenly he twists me so I face him. A tall man with black hair and brown eyes stare down at my dancing figure. I smirk up at him and put my hand around his neck, bringing him down to my level before kissing him. He returns the kiss, placing a hand on the side of my face and the other on my back.
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
Breaking the kiss I start to kiss his neck while he sways us to the song on the packed dance floor.
His head leans back as I slowly make my down his body, grinding myself on his lower body. I make my back up connecting my lips with his, feeling his hand intertwine in my hair, tugging it slightly. Twisting my body, so my back is to his front, I lean my head on his shoulder as he begins to nibble my neck. I smile slightly until he starts to bite a little too hard.
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
I move my neck away from his mouth slightly, but he pushes me back onto him, forcing me to kiss him. He shoves his tongue into my mouth making me have the urge to throw up.
Russian roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun
I push him forcefully away from me but he only grabs me harder by the waist, thrusting himself back on me, kissing me harshly. I bite down on his tongue as hard as I can, the taste of copper filling my mouth.
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
"What the hell bitch!" He yells at me holding his bleeding mouth with his hand. His face contorts to one of anger before he lunges to grab my wrist.
I won't tell you that I love you, kiss or hug you
'Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin
I'm not lying, I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunnin'
I pry his hands off of me and step on his foot with my heel, not being able to hear the song any longer over my heartbeat and his curses.
"Get the hell off her." Morgan tells the man as he shoves him slightly away from us.
"She bite me" He yells pointing to his bleeding tongue.
"And for probably good reason asshole." Morgan states as he puts his arm around my shoulders.
"You okay?" he asks looking into my eyes.
"Yea nothing I can't handle. Thanks though" I reply giving him a small smile.
"Any time princess. And you..." Morgan says pointing to the guy I was dancing with. "better leave before I arrest you for physical harassment." He says pulling out his badge. The man stutters a few sorry's before leaving the club.
"You sure you okay? Looked like you liked him." Morgan says pointing to the door. I raise an eyebrow while smirking.
"Trust me I didn't like him that much. I was just having fun." I tell him as I flatten my short black silky dress that rode up slightly.
"Whatever you say baby girl." He smiles as he grabs my hand taking me back to the table.
"Hey what happened to the guy you were dancing with?" JJ asks taking a sip from her mixed drink.
"Yea looked like you guys were having fun." Garcia says winking at me. I chuckle at her shaking me head slightly.
"Well he was an asshole." Morgan states as he slides me a beer he ordered from the bar.
"What!?" Garcia yells. "He looked cute and harmless. Did I mention cute?" She asks with a confused look on her face.
"I think you did." I say between laughs, causing her to laugh as well. I look around the bar until my eyes land on a young girl wearing a lavender dress that looks familiar. I squint my eyes and see that it's the same exact one I was gonna wear. Looking up her body I finally land on her face, Laura's face. I angrily get off my stool and push through the sweaty dancing people.
I pry her away from the guy she was dancing with by the arm.
"What the hell-" She starts before cutting herself off when she notices it's me. "Shit." She mutters under her breath.
"Shit indeed Laura! What are you doing here!?" I yell at her.
"Who the fuck are you?" The guy she was dancing with asks. I look at his 5'9 figure and point at him.
"You shut the hell up!"
"Stop it Isla your embarrassing me." Laura whispers at me.
"Embarrassing you! No, this is embarrassing you." I tell her before looking into the guys blue eyes.
"I'm an FBI agent and you here were dancing with a minor at a club. Buying her alcoholic drinks and dancing inappropriately. That's four years in federal prison." I tell him and his eyes bulge out of his head.
"You said you were 22!" He yells at my sister.
"Ya, it's called lying buddy." I tell him as I drag my sister outside into the cold night.
"Isla! What the hell was that!" She yells ripping her hand out of my grip. I look up at her letting out a sarcastic laugh.
"Are you serious Laura. I can't deal with this right now, come on we're going home." I tell her fishing for my keys in my purse.
"But I-"
"But nothing!" I say cutting her off as I finally find my keys and hold them up. Only for them to be taken from my grasp.
"What's going on?" Morgan asks as he examines my keys then us.
"We" I start pointing at my sister and me "are going home" I state trying to grab my keys sloppily.
"No you are drunk." He says before looking at my sister. "And you I haven't had the pleasure of meeting, Derek Morgan" He says winking at her and extending a hand for her to shake.
"Ew Morgan she's 17!" I tell him and his smile falls along with his hand. He clears his throat and looks at me. "Baby girl you're drunk, no way in hell are you driving home." He states.
I let out a sigh nodding at him.
"You're right. I'm just gonna call a cab." I say while rubbing my face with my hand tired from tonight's events.
"I can drive you guys." He offers but I shake my hands.
"You guys came out to have fun. You don't need to stop because my sister here decided to defy me." I say giving her an angrily look.
"Hey hey no fighting. Come on which ones your car I'm driving." He asks. But I stop him by lifting my finger.
"Hold on Ima need some more alcohol in my system before having this conversation with you at home." I tell Laura before going to the club and ordering three more bottled beers. Once receiving them I pay and sprint out of the club.
Morgan chuckles at me and asks which is my car again. I point to the black camaro across the street. He nods his head and ushers us to walk across the street with him. Once getting there he opens the back door for my sister and the front one for me.
"Thanks" I mutter before ducking into the car. The car ride was silent besides my voice giving Morgan directions to my apartment.
"So what did you do little lady to get Isla to be so mad at you?" He asks Laura as he stops at a red light. I can hear her sigh loudly from the backseat.
"I was supposed to stay home and not go to clubs because I'm 'underaged'. She says mocking my voice. I roll my eyes and take out my house keys so I can open my bottled beer.
"Well you are Laura. Do you know how many young girls I see-" But she cuts me off.
"Dead because they were taken advantage on my older and sick men. God I know Isla!" she yells from the back seat.
"Clearly you don't since you stole my dress and came to the club." I point out taking a swing of my beer.
"You should listen to your sister little lady. The worlds a dangerous place." Morgan states as he takes a left.
"God, you act like you weren't a teenager and made mistakes!" Laura sneers at me. I sigh and twist myself in the front seat to look at her.
"Of course I made mistakes! I was a reckless teenager! It's not something I'm proud of, but at least I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be successful and catch criminals. And guess what I'm doing that. So yea I made mistakes, but don't try to be something you are not." I say looking at her.
"Which is what exactly."
"Stop trying to be me. Cause I'm not some role model to look up to." I tell her as I take a sip from my beer.
"You're right...you aren't." She tells me before looking out the window. I roll my lips into my mouth and turn back around. I feel Morgan glance at me but I ignore it, instead finishing me beer. Feeling the alcohol take over.
When we finally arrive I tell Morgan which parking spot it mine. He quickly finds it, parks, and gets out. He opens my door and offers me his hand. I drunkenly take it and haul myself out my car, mumbling a 'thank you'. I open the door for Laura, and she quickly gets out walking at a fast pace out of the parking lot, not even glancing or thanking me. I bite my lip and slam the door shut.
"Wanna come up?" I ask Morgan who nods at me. I whisper a 'ok' and take out my keys to open my 6th bottle of beer tonight. I finally open it and toss the metal cap in the trash. We start our way up the flights of stairs.
My left foot slightly slips off the rusty metal staircase, causing me to grab the railing. I drop half my beer onto my self causing me to pout and slide down the wall, sitting on the stair.
"Okay, okay, come on Isla." He tells me gripping onto my waist. I look up at him and jut out my lip.
"I spilled my beer." I tell him trying to dry myself with my hand.
"Yes I see that. Come on mama we're only up one flight" He tells me as he looks up the massive flights of stairs. I lean my head on his shoulder and let out a sigh.
"Alright up common." He says as he hauls me off of my sitting position.
"She hates me." I state as I struggle to go up the stairs, latching one arm on Morgan, my other hand gripping my last two beers.
"No she doesn't."
"But she does! Did you see how she got out of the car." I tell him looking up into his brown eyes.
"She's just upset. She's a teenager thinking she's an adult." He states as we reach halfway to our destination.
"Maybe I'm too hard on her"
"No, you're a good sister. And one day she will understand." He says helping me up the stairs. "You really think so?" I ask.
"I know so." He whispers.
As we reach the 13th floor, I see Laura leaning on the front door to my apartment.
"You have the keys." she mutters pointing to the door. I nod and take them out, kicking the front door open. She walks in making her way to my bedroom, not even taking her shoes off.
"We'll talk about this tomorrow kiddo!" I yell before she slams my bedroom door shut.
I kick off my shoes, seeing Morgan doing the same.
"Beer?" I offer him my half spilt beer bottle. He chuckles and shakes his head.
More for me
I make my way to my window, crouching out onto the fire escape.
"Isla it's cold, come back inside." Morgan says peeping his head out the window. Instead of listening to him I sit down, swinging my legs off the edge. I hear Morgan sigh and crouch through the window to sit next to me.
"Do you think I'm a screw up?" I drunkenly ask while I look down at my hands playing with the nosel of the beer bottle.
He chuckles and bumps his shoulders with mine. "Is that a trick question?" He asks causing me the laugh.
"Seriously common Morgan! Look at me. I'm 26 years old living in a one bedroom apartment, and I have NO life whatsoever." I explain kicking my feet back and forth.
"I wouldn't say no life..." he says before trailing off.
"These are my supposed 'prime years'. And I'm in a 100% committed job, no friends, no love life, and a sister who hates me." I say looking at him before smiling a toothy grin. "I call that having no life"
He shakes his head and raises his hands over his head, letting the brisk night wind to fall through them. "Well from everything you just said I can say this. At least you have a job you enjoy and work hard for. You do have friends. And your sister loves you." He explains looking at me. "As for your love life, with what we do it's hard ya know."
I nod and open my last beer. "Yea you're right." I say looking down the fire escape.
"It's just I worked sooo hard to be an FBI agent. I went through school, pulling all nighters to get the best grades, became a cop, than detective, to now finally here." I say pointing to the fire escape we are sitting on. "And I just wonder...when did I lose myself." I tell him as I roll my lips into my mouth, biting on them.
"I worked so hard that I missed everything in my life. Not once did I allow myself to get friends to talk and go out with. It was always just me." I say putting my head in my hands.
"Baby girl..." He starts but sighs. "I think you're a little too drunk right now. How bout you go to bed and sleep." He tells me as he rubs my back.
I lift my head and lean the side of my cheek on my bent knee.
"Why do you call me that?" I ask squinting my eyes.
"What?" He questions looking at me.
"Those names. Baby girl. Mama. Princess." He laughs lightly and looks forward, at all the buildings.
"I don't know, habit I guess?" He questions more to himself. I nod and push him slightly.
"And I thought I was special." I tease making him laugh audibly.
He motions his head to inside before getting up and offering me his hand. I take it and he leads me inside.
When we enter I lock the window and make my way to my couch, opening it into a bed. I jump into it and smile feeling the sheets hug my body. Morgan comes over and kisses my forehead before tucking the blankets over my whole body.
"Where you going?" I ask looking up at him from my closing eyelids.
"Home." He answers
"Just stay it's like 3am." I tell him as I squint to see the clock in the kitchen. He sighs and nods before taking off his socks and shirt, leaving him in a pair of low baggy jeans. I open the blanket offering him to go under, which he does.
"Good night mama." He says and I smile.
"Good night." I whisper, closing my eyes and falling asleep.
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This chapter was extremely long, but as promised much more of Derek and Isla were shown. Hope you enjoyed.
Keep in mind that this does take place in around 2006, so this song would be playing in clubs back then.
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