With music and laughing filling the air, the BAU had moved their exuberant meeting into a bar. Engrossed in the moment, Morgan was dancing on the dance floor with a few of inebriated girls. He turned to leave the party, casting a sidelong glance at JJ, who was sipping a drink with Emily and Penelope. Spencer was seated in a corner talking to a couple of people, Rossi and Hotch chatting not far away.

As Morgan made his way to the bar, he scanned the room, his gaze falling upon a woman sitting alone, drinking a cocktail. She was captivating—her hair cascading over her shoulders, a short black dress that hinted at her curves, and her subtle scent drew him in. She was alluring.

Enticed, he moved to a seat closer to her, silently cleared his throat to get her attention. He was astounded by her delicate appearance when she turned to face him, her soft, inquisitive eyes holding a universe of wonder. He had previously seen a lot of beautiful women, but this one felt particularly electric.

He said, "Hey, sweetheart," with a lighthearted tone.. “Can I buy you a drink, or is that enough for you?” He looked down at her, his usual confidence wavering. Was he too nervous to meet her gaze? There was something about her that made his heart race