Summary: It was a scandal that rocked the BAU. When their Communications Director and Tech Analyst were discovered to be heading a drug ring targeting teenagers, nothing could have prepared their fellow agents for the betrayal. After an imposed two week sabbatical, the BAU was back in business, a new Communications Director and Tech Analyst to boot. But when tempers flare and personalities collide...all hell breaks loose.

"I'm telling you Prentiss, it was so fucking hot. And to know that all she wanted was what I wanted? Damn—that made it even better." Derek Morgan shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee as he and Prentiss made their way to the Behavioral Analysis Unit of F.B.I. headquarters in Quantico, Virginia. He was almost sorry they'd agreed that things would end after only six days. Almost.

Prentiss grinned. "That good, huh?" She used the palm of her hand to hit herself on the forehead exaggeratedly. "What am I talking about? Of course it was that good. I've never seen a bigger smile."

Derek shook his head and moaned, earning an odd look from Prentiss. "You OK?" she asked.

"I don't know," he told her with a shudder. "Just the thought of it—"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" she warned him.

He grinned. "Are you sure it's my sentence that you don't want me to finish?" he taunted.

Her eyes flew to his crotch. "OK that is just…gross on…so many levels!"

"Prentiss?" Derek said.

"Yeah?"

He cleared his throat. "My eyes are up here," he said, using his index and middle fingers to point at them.

She lifted her head and laughed. But she wasn't embarrassed. Emily Prentiss' relationship with Derek had nothing to do with sex, and it had nothing to do with romance. They'd been best friends for a long time and humiliating herself in front of him would be damn near impossible.

"Well, with those sounds…" she muttered as they resumed walking.

Derek threw his head back with a chuckle. It was good to be back to work. Now things could get back to normal.

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"Where in the hell have you been?" JJ asked as she stood there waiting for Penelope to get out of her SUV.

Penelope grinned. "What do you mean? We still have twenty minutes before we even need to punch in," she said, deliberately misunderstanding her friend.

JJ gave her a knowing look. "That's not what I'm talking about, and you are very well away of that."

Penelope grinned and pulled a piece of rolling luggage out of her backseat, then closed the door. She and JJ began walking towards the building that housed their new place of employment together. First days at work were always exciting—Penelope loved them.

"I met the most amazing guy," she said wistfully.

"You're dating already?" JJ said, shaking her head. "Unbelievable." They'd only relocated for work a mere two weeks ago. But the F.B.I. had given them some time to settle in before they'd expected them to start their new jobs at Quantico.

"Oh, no, not dating, Jay-jers."

JJ gave Penelope a look urging her to explain.

"I just had a six day tryst," she said. "I'm telling ya, JJ. I've had it nice and soft, and maybe a little rough, but there's nothing like a man just…puttin' the screws to ya!" She shuddered. "Ya know what I mean?"

JJ's eyes widened. "This is so not a conversation for me," she said uneasily.

Penelope linked an arm through her friends as they got closer to the building. "I know," she agreed. "But until I make a new friend who I can talk dirty with, you're gonna have to do."

JJ looked at Penelope quizzically. "I thought you already did," she said dryly.

Penelope shook her head. "Nope. That was just sex. Naughty…dirty…sex!" she exclaimed.

"I feel dirty just talking to you," JJ said.

Penelope grinned. "Anyway, we met at a bar. And I went home with him. I told him I wasn't in the market for a relationship, but could use a good lay, and he agreed. I told him I only had six days, and he said—with the sexiest grin I have ever seen—that he could make them blissful. And so. He. Did."

JJ was still reeling from her friends' discussion after they'd made their way through security.

"So, what's his name?" JJ asked as they got on the elevator. "And what does he do?"

"His name is Derek, and he works in law enforcement," Penelope informed her friend.

"Where in law enforcement?" JJ pressed.

Penelope shrugged. "I don't know. Didn't ask."

"Aren't you afraid he might work for the F.B.I.?"

"No," Penelope said, shaking her head. "No way. A man works for the F.B.I., and he uses it to impress a woman. He doesn't work for the F.B.I. He wouldn't have been able to withhold that information."

JJ nodded. "You're probably right." There was a short pause, and JJ decided to change the subject. "So, what's in the suitcase?"

Penelope grinned. "My trinkets," she said cheerfully.

JJ laughed. "Interior decorating on the go?" she teased.

Penelope laughed. "Pretty much," she said as the elevator doors opened slowly. She almost gasped when her eyes fell on the gorgeous chocolate skinned man standing there holding a cup of coffee, a stunning dark haired woman at his side. It was the object of her six day rendezvous, Derek Morgan.

Apparently SSA Derek Morgan to be exact. And sweet Lord, she'd only left his bed that morning.

Damn it all to hell. He did work for the F.B.I.

Penelope sighed. OK, so a profiler, she wasn't.