So this idea just popped into my noodle while I was lazing on my bed and I just had to write it out. Unlike majority of my works though it won't be a one-shot, instead it's gonna be a two-shot.
Stuck in the Hotbox
Chapter 1: Clashing Heads
There was an awkward silence in the bullpen as the profilers finished up their paperwork. It had been going on for the past two days. The tension could be practically cut with a knife. And again it was coming from the same two people from the day before.
Derek Morgan and Emily Prentiss.
Ever since their argument on their last case everything had been going downhill. The entire team had started getting a streak of bad luck. To add more salt to the profilers' wounds their air conditioner had been broken.
"Oh c'mon!" JJ groaned as the coffee spilled onto the floor.
"Don't worry peaches, they'll send someone for that," Garcia whom was passing by assured her.
"I don't see how any of this could get any worse." JJ said as the two blonds entered the bullpen.
"And this heat is just unbearable." Garcia replied with a pout. "Is it even normal to have hot weather like this here in Virginia? And why is it that just our air conditioner broke?! That's not fair."
"It's all part of our dooming plague Penelope." Rossi chimed in from one of the empty desks. He'd decided on not doing paperwork alone in his office and instead opted on joining the others. "It's like we're getting that Ten Plagues thing that happened in Egypt."
"Oh yeah, it was the ten calamities that occurred in Egypt," Reid added as he lifted his head from the paperwork.
"The what?" Garcia asked.
"According to the biblical Book of Exodus, Israel's God, Yahweh, inflicted that upon Egypt to persuade Pharaoh to release the mistreated Israelites from slavery." Reid said.
JJ raised a brow. "And that relates to our situation how?"
"Well if you think about we're being plagued by Yahweh until two kids decide to bury the hatchet." Rossi joked.
This earned a set of chuckles from the profilers.
"Guys," Emily called out sharply. "I'm sitting right here you know?"
"Oh we know." Reid answered oblivious to her sarcasm.
"Seriously though, you need to make the peace already." Garcia said. "Your gloomy aura is affecting all of us."
Morgan only grunted in response.
"Why did you even argue again?" JJ asked. She'd actually forgotten.
At this Emily frowned. "Because someone thinks I'm incapable of doing my job."
Morgan scoffed. "Actually it was because someone is too thick-headed to know when someone was worried about her."
"Oh really," Emily retorted. "To me it looked like you were giving me an evaluation on my actions."
"Damn it Prentiss it wasn't like that!" Morgan snapped.
The others sighed.
"Here we go again." JJ grumbled.
"Technically you started it." Reid said. "Or at least your question did."
"Don't remind me."
Rossi turned to the two profilers whom were having a glare down. "I suggest you two kiss and make up already, you're making me feel old; older."
Emily crossed her arms in a huff. "Hah, like I'd kiss him."
Morgan mimicked her movements and faced away back to his desk. "Like I'd even want you to kiss me."
The others shook their heads.
The reason for the argument happened during their most recent case.
Emily stared down the two unsubs. It was like a Mexican standoff, all that was needed was tumbleweed to blow past them. That and another gun since her gun was currently dumped in the dirt and pine needle covered ground. It was only a few feet away from her.
She mentally berated herself for getting herself into this situation. She never acted reckless like this. Across from her, behind the unsubs was little Shelley Stewart, tied and blindfolded.
That was her reason for acting rash and hasty.
The girl was only ten and she'd already witnessed her parent's murder and had even been kidnapped. That was why Emily had acted fast and rushed towards the scene. When Garcia had informed them about Shelley's whereabouts she had to act fast. She had been the closest to the area.
"Alright listen Jacob," she started. "You don't have to do this, just set her free and turn yourselves in."
"Yeah you'd like that wouldn't you?!" His partner, Adam, barked. "Don't listen to her Jay, she's just tryna scare us."
"Y-Yeah okay." Jacob stuttered.
A typical alpha male and timid psychic unsub duo.
Adam raised his gun towards Emily, making a beat of sweat roll down her forehead. "Well we can't leave no witnesses right, good thing ya' followed us pumpkin. Now we don't have to go to the trouble of looking for where to dump your body. Here's how it'll go down, we're gonna off ya and then off that brat over there."
Emily frowned. "She's just a child."
"Who saw our faces, now we gotta get rid of her." Adam said.
"Everyone knows who you are now." Emily stated. "It's all over the news. What are you gonna do now, run?"
This caused both to flinch.
"You said the cops wouldn't find out!" Jacob said now visibly in a panicked state.
"We just gotta get away from here man," Adam assured him. He returned his gaze to Emily. "First we get rid of her."
A shot blared through the air.
Emily watched as Adam wailed in pain and dropped his gun. The shot had hit his knee. Jacob was distracted just long enough for her to drop, roll, grab her gun, and fire at his shoulder.
"Emily!"
"I'm here Morgan!"
Morgan who had been the one to fire quickly made sure to subdue the unsubs before turning to release a tied up Shelley. "You're safe now okay, you're safe."
One of the detectives who had been working the case rushed over to her and began tending to the scared child.
Morgan turned to Emily. "Are you hurt?"
"No I'm good." Emily answered before the rest of the team began checking on her.
Sirens sounded in the distance. Minutes later and the team emerged from the woods with their unsubs in custody. They were handed off to the local authorities.
Even then Morgan hadn't calmed down; he was pacing around and looked like he wanted to punch something. Emily could see his anger plainly, even in the dark.
"What's wrong?"
Morgan shot her an incredulous look. "What's wrong, are you seriously asking that?!"
Emily was slightly taken back by his angered tone. "What's up with you all of a sudden?"
"What you did was reckless Emily."
Emily narrowed her eyes. "That little girl was a witness Morgan, they were going to kill her. What did you want me to do, sit on my ass and wait for you?!"
By now they had gotten the attention of their fellow agents.
"And some help you did Prentiss, you almost got killed!"
"I didn't go in there knowing that would happen, I rushed in with the intention of trying to save that girl!"
Morgan was about to say something else but their unit chief stepped in.
"We're heading home; I expect this to be resolved by tomorrow morning."
Both Emily and Morgan nodded.
When they were back in the jet the team knew the two hadn't made any effort to patch things up. Morgan and Emily were seated as far away from the other as the limited space in the jet would allow them. It was weird since usually they'd sit next to each other.
Morgan angrily stood upwards as the memory came flashing back and headed off to get a coffee, leaving the paperwork —he had hardly made a dent in— lying there.
"Geez, you could cut this air with a knife." JJ said.
"Morgan has barely touched his paperwork." Reid added. "He's been on that same one for a while now."
"That's because a certain lady has been running through his mind all day," Rossi teased eying Emily.
"Would you guys give it a rest already?" Emily growled exasperatedly.
"I'll stop once you and Morgan stop." Rossi stated with a chuckle.
"From the looks of it that won't be anytime soon." JJ pointed out.
"Nope, doesn't look like it." Garcia agreed.
"Hey!" Morgan's voice called. "Who dropped coffee here?!"
JJ immediately cast a look at Garcia. "Garcia you said they'd send someone for that."
A look of horror appeared on the tech's face as a sinking feeling hit her.
"Oh God, we are getting that plague."
Author's Notes
Heh, hope you enjoyed it. This was just the start to it, the next chapter will be longer. I aim to please after all. Anyway drop a review if you can and I'll post the conclusion in a few days.