Maneater

It's been 2 weeks since Morgan and I's argument at my apartment. Since then we've worked a few cases, and only stayed near each other when needed. The girls and the rest of the team noticed our behaviors but never acted upon it. For the first time in a while Morgan, the team, and I are going out for the fun of it since it's the Super Bowl. Since it was last minute I wasn't able to go home and change, seeing how we were going to the club right after work at 9pm.

"You sure you don't want me to wait for you?" Garcia and Prentiss ask. "Yes, yes. I'm just gonna go to my car to get my go go bag and change in the bathroom. I'll be there in like 20." I reassure them. They drag on a 'ok' before leaving. I run into my car and get my bag. Once back inside the bureau I shuffle through it trying to find my low rise brown jeans. Finally finding them I shrug off my dress pants and pull these up, jumping so they go over my butt.

I button and zip them up before fixing the large boot cuts at the bottom of the jeans. I stand in the bathroom thinking of a way to make my shirt look presentable for a club. An idea pops into my head so I continue to dig until I find my dark brown patterned silky scarf. I take off my white bra and place my scarf around myself, positioning it to be open on the bottom and tied at the top. I fix my lipgloss and add some mascara before slipping into some black heels. I take my hair out of my ponytail and ruffle it, taking it out of its stiff position.

(Picture of outfit above)

I run out of the office and into my camaro, driving myself to the club near the FBI building. I park as close to the club as possible before getting out and grabbing my purse that holds my badge, money, gun, and keys. I walk in and spot the girls. Prentiss hands me a drink as I sit down.

"Damn Isla. If I had your boobs I'd be rocking that look too." JJ tells me looking at my practically showing chest. Garcia sits forward and cups one of my boobs in here hand.

"Are they real?" She asks astonished. I laugh hard and tell her they are. Prentiss cups her own before pouting.

"Why don't mine look like yours." She whines. I give her a look.

"Prentiss your boobs are fine. You're all beautiful, if I swung that way I'd fuck all of you." I tell them sipping my whisky.

"Now I wish I was lesbian." Prentiss says sadly. "Tell me about it. Men suck." I tell her rolling my eyes. "Hey, hey, not all of them. Just look at him move. It's like a cat." Garcia says purring motioning to Derek. I roll my eyes and scoff downing my drink.

There stands Morgan dancing on the crowded dance floor with 4 girls on him. He puts his arms over his head and sways his lower body against a woman's rear. He smiles and twirls another girl, making her squeal. He looks over in our direction but I turn away and pretend I'm having a conversation with someone else.

"He's more like a dog!" Prentiss says laughing over the loud music.

"He did not ask them to dance. They asked him." Garcia defends, sipping on her mixed drink.

(Play Song)

I get up from my stool and confidently walk to the dance floor. I make my way to a group of 3 young men and ask to dance with them. They nod profusely and I smirk.

One tall blonde boy grabs my hand and twirls me handing me to a shorter asian boy who smiles and bites his lip looking at me. I place my hands on his shoulders and pull him closer to me, one of my legs in between both of his, feeling his print through his skinny jeans.

Come on everybody look at me, me

I walk over to the last boy as he grabs my hips and grinds himself onto me. I grab his hair and pull his head over to mine, stopping a centimeter away from my face. I feel the blonde boy walk over to me and start to dance behind my rear.

I wanna see you all on your knees, kneesYou either wanna be with me or be meManeater, make you work hard

The asian boy lowers himself and slowly starts to get up. Once he does he starts to nibble on my hear causing me to lean my head back onto the blonde boy with pleasure.

She's a maneater, make you work hardMake you spend hard, make you want all of her love

I push the boy in front of me away as I twirl facing the blonde one. I grab the sides of his face pushing it to mine, kissing him passionately.

And when she walks, she walks with passionWhen she talks, she talks like she can handle it

I break the kiss and walk over to the asian boy biting my lip as I look up at him slightly. I run my hands up his shirt feeling his toned abs under my fingertips. The other boy wraps his hands around me as he kisses my neck.

Because she says she love you, love you long time

The asian boys leans down and kisses me making my hands rake through his shoulder length black hair. I'm pulled from him by the blonde boy who has a grip on my from my belt loops. I place my hand on his chest, through the small opening through his button up. My mouth is slightly open as I lean in, pretending I'm about to kiss him.

She's a maneater, make you work hardMake you spend hard, make you want all of her love

At the last second I grab the boys neck that stand next to him and press my lips on his, while my other hand is still pressed on the blondes chest.

The asian boy comes from behind my and rubs his front on my rear. I push myself onto him slightly then break my kiss with the boy. I lick my lips slowly before looking at both boys in front of me. I smirk and rub my hands down their chest down to their hips. I begin to lower myself, dragging my rear down the asian boy behind me.

I look up at the two boys and bite my lips suggestively at them. They smile wide and look at each other.

She's a maneater, make you buy carsMake you cut cards, make you fall real hard in love

I tap my manicured hands over the bulge created in both their pants and smile. I tilt my head to the side before getting back up and kissing the asian behind me again.

No, never ever met her at allYou wish you never ever met her at all

A arm wraps itself around my forearm before getting yanked off the boy.

"Hey man! What the fuck?!" He questions angrily. I look down at my arm and see a familiar hand.

"Morgan let go." I tell him ripping my arm from his grip.

"What the hell was that?!" He says pointing to the three boys.

"Hey man come on, she picked us. Move along!" The blonde says. I smirk and look up at Morgan.

"Back off man. You don't even know her." Morgan tells them, mimicking how they say the word 'man'.

They walk up towards Morgan but he never falters from his spot. I step around Morgan and look up at the boys.

"Hey guys chill. I was just having fun with you guys, it's over. The songs over go dance with another girl." I tell them pointing to the 40 other girls in the club.

"Can we at least have your number?" The blonde asks but I shake my head 'no'.

"Bitch. What a fucking tease!" They yell before leaving. I roll my eyes smirking slightly at having such an effect on boys who thought I'd actually go out with them after one dance.

I turn around and see Morgan still standing there. "Try that again and I might actually give them my number." I tell him before walking back to the table seeing Hotch and his wife sitting with Garcia and Prentiss.

"Wow Isla right?" Hotch's wife asks. "That's me." I tell her sitting down and ordering a drink. "You dance so well. Almost made me ask this one to dance." She giggles nudging Hotch.

"Now I'd pay to see that. He's so serious all the time." I joke pointing to him. "Oh please Del la Cruz. I had game when I was your age." He says laughing. "Was that a laugh I just heard?" Prentiss asks shocked. I laugh and sip on my drink.

"Hey what was that about with Derek?" Garcia asks pointing to where he's dancing with the same girls again. I shrug and look at her.

"We got into a fight." I tell her. "Yea we figured that much. You guys been avoiding each other like the plague." She tells me. "And with good reason." I tell her over the music. She gasps dramatically and places her hand over her heart. "Oh no, this is bad. You guys need to make up!" She yells at me. I shake my head and glance at Derek.

"We are both have too much pride to apologize right now." I tell her and she pouts. "I don't like it when my best friends fight. I feel like a child between divorced parents having to chose who I want to live with." She says playing with her straw. I laugh and place my hand on her shoulder.

"I won't tell you to not talk to him Penelope. What's going on between us is just that...between us. So don't worry I won't ask you to chose sides." I tell her with a smile.

"Good because I won't be able to chose." She admits giving me a side hug. JJ walks up to our table with Reid that I haven't seen all night. She gives us a look causing us all to sigh.

"Sorry guys, we have a case." I get up and finish my drink before walking to my car and driving to the BAU.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Morgan got a little jealous and Isla plays with 3 boy's feelings. As she should ;)

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