Disclaimer: I own neither Doctor Who, or Criminal Minds. Or SVU

Hello all y'all amazing people! Y'all are all special, and unique, never forget it! And you are all my Amazing Lovelies!

I'm sorry this took so long, I just, I don't want this story to end, and this is the next to last chapter.

To my reviewers, and followers, may I introduce, the next chapter! For those of you who don't know: I have received a challenge. it contains multiple scenarios of library fix-its involving CM and DW, and the evolution is up to me. I intend to turn each base into a multi chapter story. I will update as often as possible, enjoy! I would love constructive criticism, if you don't mind. -Fly On, Fly Strong, Fly Forever, Fly High, Fight Hard, Live Free

Previously:

Together we landed quickly at OUR club. As in, the one we own. Our little group sauntered up to the VIP line, which basically means owners and friends of, and walked right on in. The bouncer smiled at us cheerfully, as we had updated the staff on our new faces before hand. Honoring the agreement we made beforehand, we split up, girls on one side, guys on the other. We would meet up in the middle at midnight.

CH:19

RPOV:

The girls kept to the far side of the bar, and we kept to the other, and we talked about the girls, teasing each other about being smitten with one of them. Until Morgan smacked me and told me to shut it, citing that I had no room to talk as I had actually married mine. I couldn't help myself and kept looking over at River, assuring myself she was ok, until Morgan handed me a drink and ordered me to have fun. Sighing, I knocked it back.

An hour later, we're on the dance floor, on the edge between 'uncoordinated' and 'awesome', and since we're the only ones in this area, we don't have to deal with pesky females. We watch the girls while we dance, and they're dancing too. I couldn't wait until midnight, which was about an hour away. Until then I was content trying to listen in on the girl's gossip.

RPOV:

The girls and I were having a blast, flirting with the guys across the bar, making jokes about who was in love with who. Until we got down to business.

"So, you never told us... what's Reid like?" I grinned. Laughing, I told them all about my amazing husband, how we flirted, the adventures we went on, everything. they listened, enraptured. Then I turned on JJ. We made her admit she was crushing on Hotch, then Prentiss admitted her feelings for Rossi, then Garcia for Morgan. Then we all turned to Olivia. She finally cracked and admitted she had been attracted to Stabler, but then moved on to Finn. We all giggled gleefully, slightly tipsy by now, and agreed that the unattached would try and hook up with their man before the night was over.

Then we hit the dance floor, flirting by dance, but keeping well on our side of the dance floor.

It was half an hour 'til midnight when we ran into trouble. A couple of drunk people managed to duck into the VIP section. Five guys and three girls. They came over and were immediately all over us. The girls were rubbing all over the guys, but especially Theta. I growled and went to remove her, but was stopped by a hand on my arm. One of the drunker men had a hold on me, and kept trying to kiss me. Even though I was stronger than the average human, he held my arm tightly enough that it was hard to get free. he propositioned me, rather lewdly, right before he was yanked away from me.

My husband was furious, and all of the intruders were being ushered away by security, save the one Theta was holding. To whom he gave a solid punch to the gut before handing him over. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He offered a hand hopefully, and I took it. "Might as well."

Ignoring the stares from the various patrons, we decided to head to the bar.

"Do you want to play Dares, Sweetie?" I asked him sweetly. He groaned. I giggled as he assented.

"What's 'Dares'?"

"Well, Garcia, we keep no secrets, not anymore, and even then the only secrets we had were about timelines. So playing Truth or Dare is a bit... pointless, though if you want, we can add truth in to Dares. Basically, Dares is, you get a dare, and you do it. If you 'Punk', you take a shot. We do it with hypervodka, but I think in this case, we'll go with something... less strong."

They all agreed to play Truth or Dare, and we sat around the bar.

AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.