Emily Prentiss was sitting at her mahogany desk, twirling a pen between her fingers. She had been reading the same line for twenty minutes. Her mind was a jumbled mess. Her apartment was infested with rodents, she had been sleeping at the BAU for days, and her body was sore. But above all, the star of many of her fantasies, Derek Morgan, was sitting at his desk wearing a tight shirt while in deep concentration. She was wondering what he was reading, what he looked like under those clothes, what his feelings toward her was. Did he feel the same way she did. Emily had always felt a deeper connection to Morgan. She only figured out that she was in love with him about a year ago. She looked away from him, as she started to feel like a stalker or creep. Also, how embarrasing would it be if Rossi, Reid, JJ, Hotch, or Garcia caught her staring. She looked down at her own files and tried to complete some tasks.

"Hey Em, what's up?" JJ said, as she entered the room. As always, she looked flustered and messy. JJ had a bad habit of always running into work at the last moment. She looked disheveled and had her arms full of files. Emily smiled at her blonde friend and stood up to help her with half the files.

"Hey JJ, nothing much. Trying to get some work done. Do we have a case?" The petite blonde shook her head.

"No, just some... some spring cleaning. My office was being swallowed up." Emily laughed as they walked together toward her office. When they entered the press liasons office, Emily gasped mockingly at the cleanliness.

"I know, I know." JJ laughed. They put down all the files and JJ started to sort them out and store them in her filing cabinets. They bantered back and forth for ten minutes until Emily saw JJ smirk.

"You know... You really have to stop staring at Morgan. It's getting pretty obvious." Emily sighed. JJ had known about Emily's feelings longer than Emily herself knew. After all, JJ was her best friend and the woman was very observant. Emily looked at her hands. She felt pathetic. She was pining for a man who didn't feel the same, he couldn't. He never showed a romatic gesture toward her. She never feel that kind of love radiate off of him toward her even though JJ said she could see it in his eyes. The problem was that Morgan was a player, she wasn't anywhere near his type. His type consisted of blonde hair, big breasted bimbos who wanted a good time. Emily Prentiss was a forty year old, brunette woman with dreams of a husband and family. Emily needed more than a good time, but as hard as she tried to get him out of her head and heart, he stayed put. Her compartilization skills seemed to be turned off when it came to her dark friend.

"Yeah... but I can't. He's what I want. I know I can't have him but he's what I want." Emily wiped her eyes while JJ had her back toward her. JJ sighed and frowned at the older woman.

"You can have him if you tell him how you feel. Em, I know he has to feel the same way. He protects you and he looks at you with such love. You just don't see it. You need to open your eyes," JJ sat on her desk corner and looked at Emily intensly, "I love you both. I want you guys to be happy and you can be happy together. Em... You have to put yourself out there."

"What if I get hurt?" Emily whispered. JJ looked at her through her eyelashes.

"I promise you... you won't." Emily nodded and stood up slowly from the chair. She walked towards the door and before she turned the knob, she acknowleged the blonde, who was glued to the desk corner, waiting for a response.

"Okay." Emily whispered. JJ smiled and Emily couldn't help but smirk. Emily turned the knob and walked away gingerly. Emily made her way to Morgan's desk, only to find it empty. She sighed in relief that she had a few more minutes to calm herself. She repeated the mantra, "I can do this. I'm a Prentiss." After five minutes, Emily decided to go looking for Derek. She heard his smooth voice come from around the corner. She smiled as she rounded the corner and saw him on the phone, but froze to when she heard the conversation.

"Hey baby, I promise I'll be home soon. I can't wait to see your beautiful face, Alicia... Bye." Morgand closed his phone with a smile on his face. Emily quietly walked to the bathroom. She entered a stall and silently cried. He had a girlfriend. He was taken. He didn't feel the same way. JJ was so wrong. The tears finally stopped falling and Emily wiped her face. She was a Prentiss, she was done crying over a man. If he didn't want her, she was going to make him wish he wanted her.

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-BS