Disclaimer: Usual, not mine, blah, blah, blah.
Rating: K
Summary: Post ep for Prentiss' hangover in Vegas. Morgan has a bit of fun with her pain on the jet home. Hotch and Rossi notice. Morgan/Prentiss
Leaving Las Vegas
Morgan couldn't help himself. It was just too easy. "Hey, Prentiss, pick a card," he teased, holding a fanned out pack of cards.
The slightly hung-over agent glared at him. "I hate you so much right now, Morgan."
"Aw, come on, Princess, you can't leave Vegas behind."
"Morgan, I swear…"
He leaned forward on the table between them and grinned.
"How are you not in pain?" she asked, closing her eyes and wishing the world away. Why was the jet so loud?
"Because I didn't drink nearly as much as you last night. What in the world were you thinking?"
"That it was Vegas. That the drinks were free. Why didn't you stop me?"
He laughed. "I tried. Many times. But I'm scared of you sometimes; you carry a gun and know how to use it."
She opened her eyes enough to squint at him and managed a small smile. "Smart man." Closing her eyes again, she just wished he'd stop talking.
Whether she fell asleep or not, she wasn't sure but she suddenly smelled freshly brewed coffee under her nose and felt Morgan sit in the seat beside her. She took the coffee and practically guzzled it.
"Still hate me?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Not right now. I'm sure I'll find another reason soon but coffee wins you forgiveness right now." After another sip, she found herself leaning against his arm. "Do you think Reid will be okay?"
"In time. Everything he believed about his parents has changed. And he has us."
"Yes he does." She shoved the now empty mug in his hand. "More."
"Irish coffee this time?" he asked, taking the mug.
"And I'm right back to hating you," she muttered.
Across the aisle, Aaron Hotchner watched the interaction between the two agents. They had a connection, a bond that, at times, he found himself jealous of.
"Think they'll ever figure it out?" Rossi quietly asked.
Hotch turned his attention to his friend. "Figure what out?"
"What they have. What they could have."
"Dave, you know there are rules…"
Rossi laughed a little too loudly. "And those rules are named after me. Come on, Aaron. You can't tell me you wouldn't look the other way as long as it didn't interfere with the job." He glanced over as Morgan returned with another mug of coffee for the brunette agent. "They're good for each other."
"I am not having this conversation." His eyes drifted back to his two agents who were now softly laughing at something Emily had whispered to Morgan. He could not deny Dave was right, though. As he watched Emily easily rest her head on Derek's shoulder, Hotch fought back a smile. He'd never admit to anyone, least of all Rossi, but yes, he would absolutely look the other way and it seemed that would be happening sooner than later.