Penelope wasn't a profiler, but she could read expressions like these from a mile away. She could understand lies like these. It's what she calls girl code, no matter who does it.

It was a tough case today, and she just went to have a drink or two at a bar. She was waiting for Emily and JJ, because girls night was scheduled. She looked around, nothing out of the ordinary.

Until she heard a voice from beside her. "Sorry, I'm-- I'm waiting for a friend. Oh, here she is!" You, a stranger put a hand on her shoulder. And before Penelope could ask, she saw the creep that was harassing you and the look of helplessness in your eyes. She knew what to do.

"Oh hey, hun! I was waiting for you!" She grinned.