I decided to take prompts for Morgan/Prentiss Christmas stories as I was struggling to come up with an idea for one this year. I will write a short story or drabble for one word prompts, and a full story for three word prompts.

Here's the first, given to me by Erica1021

Mistletoe

"Mistletoe?" Garcia shrieked just as Morgan grabbed for the bag that she was pulling the green sprig from.

"Give it back Garcia." He ordered, snatching for the leaf, but missing as she moved it out of his reach.

By this time both Agents had the full attention of the bullpen.

"Where are you planning to put that Morgan?" JJ smirked.

He just managed to grab hold of the mistletoe and turned to walk away.

"Morgan?" The techie called to him.

"It's just for a special occasion, alright?" He answered in a sulky tone, looking back to his team mates.

"Special occasion…. Like a Derek Morgan Christmas party?" Garcia asked suspiciously.

He frowned and looked from Agent to Agent, "If you must know, yes. A Christmas Party." He snapped.

"A Derek Morgan Christmas party?" Emily queried.

"Yeah." Garcia said with an excitable grin, "He hasn't had one for years, but basically he invites all the hotties from his little black book."

"Hotties eh?" The brunette snarled with sarcasm, "Is that why we didn't get an invite?" She said dryly.

Morgan threw his hands in the air and then let them slap down to his thighs in a flustered huff, "Yes. I mean no…." He shook his head, "Oh forget it." He gave up.

"Hey Morgan." Emily called to the dark profiler as he went to walk away, "Getting old are you? Is that the only way you can get girls to kiss you nowadays?" She said, everyone hearing the smile in her voice. "The mistletoe trick?"

He stopped, closed his eyes and took a breath before turning back, "Why don't you come and see for yourself?" He answered with a challenging raised brow.

"Oh no." She shook her head, "I think I'll give it a miss thank you."

"You think you can't handle one of my parties?" He smirked.

"Oh please." She chuckled, dismissing the dark profiler.

"Ok. Prove it. My place tomorrow. Be there at eight thirty sharp." He told her.

"Go on." JJ said lightly tapping her friend on the upper arm.

The brunette turned to face her, "You guys are coming with me right?"

JJ scrunched her face apologetically, "Sorry, got plans with my mom tomorrow night. Visiting my sick Grandma."

"You?" Emily said, turning to the techie.

"Sorry doll." Garcia said shaking her head, "Late night Christmas shopping with Kevin."

"Well I'm not going then." The brunette stated, folding her arms.

"You must!" Garcia almost shouted, taking a couple of steps towards Emily, "Go and report back. I wanna know what goes on at these things."

"She's too scared Garcia." Morgan smirked.

But before Penelope could respond, Emily had stood to meet Morgan eye to eye, "Ok buddy. Your reverse psychology worked. I'll be there."

"Good." He nodded.

"Good." She mirrored him, "….And I am so looking forward to watching you crash and burn with that mistletoe." She smiled sarcastically.

~~CM~~

As she made her way up the path the following evening, she eyed the twinkling lights that decorated the outside of his house, and could hear soft music emanating from inside.

She wrapped her coat a little tighter around to protect herself from the cold, waiting for him to answer the chimes.

"Come in." He said with a big smile, as he opened the door and stepped aside, allowing her room to enter.

She could see the festive decorations had continued inside as he indicated for her to turn around and then slipped her coat from her shoulders.

"So, that thing worked yet?" She said dryly pointing up to the sprig of mistletoe hanging from the lightshade.

He chuckled, "The night is young Emily."

"I take that as a no then." She smirked, following him along the hallway into his dining room.

She frowned looking around the empty room. "Where is everyone?"

He just shrugged.

"Morgan, I'm no expert, but I'd say a party should have more than two peop…."

She halted suddenly, noticing the table set for two as his eyes quickly glanced towards it.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Well." He began, leaning back against the back of one of the chairs. "I know you've had a rough couple of weeks and I wanted to do something nice for you. I was going to invite you for dinner, but then…."

"There was never a party?"

"No. Garcia caught me off guard."

"Oh." She breathed, looking downward.

"The mistletoe was just going to be a joke. I know Emily Prentiss is never gonna fall for a cheap trick like that." He winked.

She folded her arms, and shook her head a little.

"What's up?" He asked.

She let her gaze meet his, "I'm such a mean girl, aren't I?" She said, the tiniest of smiles dancing upon her lips

"What do you mean?"

"Well teasing you the way I did and all along you were planning something nice for me."

His smile widened and he took a step forward, "You are a mean girl Emily Prentiss….. So I guess you don't deserve this either." He said, reaching into his back pocket and revealing an envelope, wrapped in black and silver paper with a silver ribbon tied in a bow tied around it.

"What is it?" She asked, staring at the gift.

"Here." He offered, holding it out to her, "Open it."

She grasped the end of the ribbon and gently tugged, the silk fabric slipping undone with ease and falling to the floor. Once she had opened the envelope she pulled out the contents and inspected them.

"Two tickets to Giselle? The ballet?" She asked in surprise.

"Yes."

"But how did you know….?"

"You like ballet?" He interrupted.

She nodded.

"I saw those cute pink little ballet shoes in your apartment. You don't keep things like that for no reason. You danced it when you were younger right?"

"Yeah." She uttered with a contemplative smile, "I used to go to classes whenever I went to stay with my grandfather in France. I used to put a show on for him every Sunday before dinner."

She stopped suddenly and swallowed, a small wave of embarrassment causing her to flush slightly.

Sensing her awkwardness, he reached over and grasped the edge of the tickets, tracing a finger along the thin card. "Look at the date."

"December 23rd." She read, and then looked up to him, "But that's the day of my…." She halted and then smiled warmly, "That's the day of my mother's Diplomat dinner and dance."

"Well you did say you needed an excuse not to go right?" He said with a raised brow, "…And the friend who bought you these couldn't have possibly known about your mother's function." He winked.

"Thank you." She beamed gratefully, "But…" She started, her smile fading.

"But what?"

"I didn't bring you anything." She said with guilt.

"I didn't expect you to."

He watched as she glanced downwards, tapping one finger on the opposite hand as she thought.

All of a sudden, she took hold of his forearm and pulled him along, back into the hallway. She glanced up and then stopped, putting both of her hands on his upper arms and positioning him in front of her, looking upwards again.

He followed her stare and smirked, seeing the green mistletoe hovering above them.

As he moved his gaze back down towards her and opened his mouth to respond, before he could do so, he felt her soft lips pressed against his; It was a chaste kiss, but it lingered until his lips formed into a smile.

"What?" She asked, pulling away.

"Is that the only way you can get boys to kiss you nowadays?" He smiled cheekily.

"Ha ha Morgan, very funny." She said, playfully pushing his chest.

"I guess that's my present then?" He bargained.

She shrugged, "Well, it will have to do for now…. until I get you a proper present."

His eyes softened as he stared at her, "I dunno." He said, his tone suddenly deeper and more serious, "I think that was the best present I could of gotten."

~~The End~~

So if you would like to participate, please drop me a prompt or three ;)