This story starts at the end of season 3 episode 17 called In Heat. It diverges from cannon in someways. You'll have to read to find out how. I don't own Criminal Minds or the characters, I just like to play with them.

Authors Note: The one shots I posted earlier was because of this story. I got a major case of writer's block and couldn't move this story forward. I wrote down I list of about 200 prompts that popped into my head and they came from the prompts. Hope you like the story, if you do let me know.

Secrets

It was like a train wreck you couldn't look away from. Emily's world shatters, and all she can do is stand, stunned, with her hands in her pockets and watch. Watch as Will and J.J. kiss in the middle of the police station. When she told the blonde to go for him, she thought it was the right thing to do, but now as the pain rips through her heart she realizes she was wrong, so wrong.

Morgan and Reid walk in and stand beside her. They witness what is taking place but miss the overwhelmed look on the brunette profiler's face. She just manages to hold herself together.

Derek is the first to speak, "Well finally," he states. He had known about them for a while now, all of the team had.

She hears him and the compartmentalization starts, "Hmm, thought she was never going to admit it." She walks away to fall apart in private. In less than an hour she would have to be her strong, stoic self.

"What's it been, like a year?" Reid questions.

As Reid exits Morgan responds, " Yeah, something like that." His brow wrinkles with uncertainty, something just didn't sit well with him, it didn't feel right. He shakes it off and walks toward the door as the kiss continues.

As the plane heads toward D.C. you can hear J.J.'s voice. "If we knew each other's secrets, what comfort we should find." The words of John Churton Collins. She doesn't understand the truth behind those words, however, maybe she would-someday.

The plane is strangely quiet, there is none of the usual banter that follows the success of solving a case- stopping a killer, and Morgan isn't sure why. His gut keeps insisting something isn't good and the tense atmosphere isn't helping him shake the feeling. He looks around at his friends, no, his family- as he tries to figure it out.

His eyes fall on J.J., the media liaison is staring out the window, from his angle he can't see her face but her body language seems guarded. He isn't getting that "excited" vibe-shouldn't she be excited? She had just confessed her love, shouldn't there be some outward appearance of happiness? He is unsure, but he lets it go. Maybe she was lost in the thought of leaving him- long distance romance can be hard, or at least that's what he had heard.

He looks up three rows and across the aisle from the blonde and sees Emily biting her nails as she reads. He watches her movements, he can tell that she is unfocused and isn't surprised when a couple of seconds later she tosses the book on the seat beside her. He watches as she looks toward J.J. and sees the look- the same one he saw earlier but dismissed. He wouldn't be fooled again- was it confusion - anger? He couldn't quite gauge it. She catches his look and her walls go up instantly. He shakes his head as she turns away, looking out her window. "What's going on Prentiss?" He mumbles to himself.

Emily's mind swirls as she tries to calm her internal monologue. What did I let him see? Why was he watching me? Why was I looking at her? When had things gotten so out of control? She growls softly, "Damn." She is pulled from her thoughts as someone sits across from her. She looks up and sees Morgan. She bites her bottom lip, then worries it with her tongue. Neither speak as she looks back out the window. Damn, damn, plays in her head. Her eyes turn to him as she feels his hand on her knee. "Derek," she stops, her eyes pleading.

He speaks anyway, "Prentiss, you okay?"

She stays in control, despite the concern in his words hitting her hard. She is a little too quick and flip with her answer. "Why wouldn't I be?" She knows he won't let it go.

He meets her eyes, "I'm sure Reid could rattle off some statistics on how often a person answers a question with a question, when they're trying to avoid answering it." Her glare is ignored as he continues, "Talk to me Princess."

She almost smiles at the nickname, "Derek-I'm Okay." She lies to her best friend.

And he knows it, "You know I don't believe you, right?"

She nods, " Yeah-well, I hate that about you, nobody reads me like you ." She tries to organize her words-guard her feelings. "I'm not okay, but.." she licks her lips. "I will be. It might just take a little time."

He decides to push as the pieces fall into place. "I'll make you a deal," he takes her hand. She glances toward J.J. and back at him. "I'll give you 48 hours."

She looks confused by his words, "48 hours- Morgan what are you talking about?"

"You got 48 hours to tell her." He flicks his eyes to the blonde, then back on the brunette.

Shocked and scared, she pulls her hand away. "Tell who, what?" She stills her voice as she pretends she doesn't know what he is talking about. She can feel the panic raise as he looks again toward J.J., "Morgan." She fights as tears try to escape. She whispers, "I can't."

Concerned for his friend, he takes her hand again, "Why not?"

She shakes her head, " She's happy-I'm not going to-no, I just can't."

He shakes his head, "Really Prentiss she looks happy to you?" He stands and kisses the top of her head, then ruffles her hair playfully, trying to lighten the mood. He whispers in her ear, "You know I'm right."

As he leaves, she glances toward the blonde. Maybe, just maybe he was. She watches as long as she dares, then turns to the window. If she could relax and that was a big if- before the plane lands, she could find the words to talk to Jennifer Jareau.

J.J. can feel eyes on her, but when she turns all the people seem to be doing something else. Her thought turn back to the day as she faces the window. She wonders to herself, How did I get in this mess? Why did I chase after him? Why did I kiss him in front of her? She pinches the bridge of her nose, as her headache gets worse. Then, the thought comes to her, Emily-it's her fault, she told me to go for him. Damn. I really thought she... She shakes her head trying to force the thoughts away. Get over it Jareau, she doesn't feel the same about you. God! This day just sucks. She fights to stop tears, she knows that will only make her headache worse.

The plane lands and Hotch addresses the team, "We'll meet at 10:00 am to debrief-take the rest of the day." He leaves the aircraft as the others stand and start to the door.

Morgan hangs back, waiting for J.J. and Emily. As they get closer, he walks toward them and puts an arm around each, he shows his dazzling smile, "So ladies how about a drink?" He looks from one to the other.

The younger woman speaks first, "Thanks, but rain check."

The older woman's words follow quickly, "Sorry Morgan, I have a date."

Blue eyes meet brown unsure, "Date?"

Emily is confused by the look on her face. She wonders, Is she jealous? No, that couldn't be right.

Morgan shoots Prentiss a What the hell look.

She realizes what they must think and starts to explain herself, "No- not a date, date- a date with the hot tub and a glass of wine."

The blonde relaxes, "That sounds good." She manages a smile.

The brunette dares, with a nervous smile she bites her bottom lip, " There's room if you want..." Derek smiles and slips off the plane.

J.J. thinks about the offer but her pounding head makes the choice for her, " I'd really like to, but my head is killing me. I need to go home."

Brown eyes notice for the first time how pale she is, "Are you okay to drive?"

The blonde pats Emily's arm, "I'll be okay." She forces a little smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, have some wine for me?"

Emily bites her lip and nods, as she watches her leave.