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I don't know where this one came from, but some of you may have realised that every so often I pair up Prentiss and Will (for reasons unknown to me) and so here's a little (very little) one-shot set during the season 7 finale, 'Hit and Run.'

If anyone likes it there may be a little follow up.

Let me know what you think.

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Will exhaled the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.

He was alive.

They were alive.

Without trepidation he shook off the contrapment tied around him and reached for the brunette who just saved his live by disarming the bomb attached to his chest.

She met his eyes, knowing what was coming but unwilling to pull away as he dragged her forwards and pressed a firm almost forceful kiss to her lips.

"Thank God." He murmured against her soft, pliable lips.

Arms instinctively wrapped around each other as the kiss deepened.

They were alive. That was all that mattered. They were relieved. They were ecstatic. This was just an instant jubilant reaction. If anything, this kiss was meant as a celebration. It was simply a, hey-thank-the-fuck-we-made-it kiss.

Nothing more.

So why wasn't it stopping?

When her hand made contact with his chest, they groaned instinctively as their bodies moulded together.

It wasn't until she heard a buzzing in her ear, that the experienced profiler moved back and pressed her fingers to her tingling lips as she stared at the equally shocked detective opposite her.

"SWAT... They, erm want to know if they can enter... the building." Prentiss stated shakily.

Will's eyes darted to the explosives discarded to their left. "As long as we can get the hell out of here, I don't care who comes in."

They moved in sync, standing both unbalanced with adrenaline. "Oh, your arm."

"My arm?" Will frowned looking down to where her thin fingers were tracing the makeshift, bloodied bandage that had placed there only a few hours ago.

Prentiss stopped them at the top of the stairs, her eyes focused on the weeping wound. "It's bleeding."

"I hadn't noticed." He replied with his gaze stuck on her swollen pink mouth.

The profiler's eyes shifted up to his and a soft groan escaped her pulsing lips.

Their next kiss wasn't as desperate as the first.

This kiss was definitely not about relief or gratitude.

Will pulled her whole body flush against his and his hands slowly, almost sensuously ran up and down her back as their tongues tangled languidly, without the urgency of the first time they tasted each other.

The sound of heavy footsteps jolted their mouths apart but she kept a hand against his back as he did the same for support.

"That should probably stop happening." Will chuckled lowly.

Prentiss tightened her hand on his back tensely. "Will, it's not funny."

"Sorry." He frowned.

"Will." She whispered as the exit of the building came into few, with dozens of SWAT agents milling around them. "We... about... I..."

"I know." He replied mirroring her confusion over what was going on between them, as a paramedic approached them, and ushered the injured police officer into an ambulance.

Prentiss followed them into the cramped space, feeling awkward as their eyes kept connecting, building up the sudden spark between them.

Silence took over the ambulance, with only the two paramedics breaking the quietness with their medical questions and curiosity over the busy media day in Washington D.C.

When she caught Will's knowing smirk out of the corner of her eye, the slightly older woman admonished him quickly. "Stop it. We're nearly at the hospital."

"Emily." The softness of his voice and intensity of his gaze, even made the male paramedic swoon in the back of the small ambulance.

Prentiss glared at the medic, who quickly went back to checking the detectives' blood pressure, before reacting to Will's prompting. "We were just caught up in the moment and incredibly stupid."

"I know." He nodded guiltily.

"Good." She breathed out unevenly, and concentrated on picking at her nails until the vehicle stopped outside the hospital.

The doors opened to reveal David Rossi, examining the pair for serious injuries. "Hey, I got a call you two were on your way. Glad you both made it one piece."

"Thanks Dave." Prentiss smiled warmly.

"You got a call?" Will asked after shaking the older man's hand welcomingly.

Rossi stepped aside to let the paramedics lower their patient down in a wheelchair. "Morgan rang. JJ's getting Henry looked at but don't worry, he's perfectly fine. I'll bring them to you."

Will stared him momentarily forgetting the hell his whole family must have been through. "Thanks."

Prentiss and Will watched the acclaimed author head towards the entrance of the hospital in search of the mother and son, studiously avoiding each other's eye line.

"Shit. JJ and Henry." Prentiss exclaimed worriedly.

"Emily, please don't do this to yourself." He reassured meekly. "You said it yourself we were caught up in a highly tense and stressful moment."

She followed Will and the paramedics to the doorway then turned her back to the Southern detective. "Go, be with your family."

"Emily, I... Thank you." Will responded in heartfelt wanting her to turn to face him.

Prentiss wavered in confliction to turn or not. Deciding it was best to just walk away, the tired brunette shook her head and forced herself to keep her eyes forwards. "I have to go now."

"Please, Emily, don't walk away. We need to talk about this." He insisted in ignorance of the hovering paramedics and suddenly appearing nurses and reached for her hand.

Looking down at where their fingers were intertwined, Prentiss sniffled back threatening tears when she became, overcome with emotions. "You need to get your arm seen too."

"That's it?" Will tugged her hand forcing her eyes to meet his.

Nodding once, Prentiss sighed apologetically. "Goodbye Will."

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