I usually ship mainstream… (yeah I know pretty much useless). I swore I wouldn't ship on CM but they caught my eye in some scenes and I was lost. For me it's the only ship on the series that makes sense but I know many won't agree (that's life). The fact that they look good together is an added bonus… I never planned on ever writing anything on them as they are far down on my list of favorite ships, but one day as my Miami muse decided to take a permanent leave of absence, a little voice started telling me this story. I had the choice, go insane or write. As I am too busy in RL to deal with insanity right now, I chose to give it a try.

Here is my first Morgan/Prentiss fic (maybe the last) and as it often happens when I write, it's for mature public only (I do have a dirty mind).

Warning: I don't have a beta-reader (yeah that hasn't changed either) and as English is not my main language I'm bound to make mistakes. I hope it's not too bad and you'll bear with me.

If you don't like, don't read. Flames will probably be ignored; constructive critics and other reviews are always very welcome. Read and enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't own, just playing around so don't sue…

Emily Prentiss shook her head with a grin as she watched her young colleague leave the office with a last wave and a huge smile. He sure looked thrilled about the evening to come and she was happy for him. At least his night wouldn't end up with a dinner for one and a good book like hers. She grabbed her coffee mug and sighed at that depressing thought. The handsome man next to her lifted his eyes from his work and studied her intently.

"What is it?" Derek Morgan wondered when the young woman's focus remained on the door.

"I can't believe that even Reid has a date tonight". She finally said with an eye roll.

"It's Friday, who doesn't have plans…" He said matter-of-factly.

"Well I don't." She exclaimed vehemently before lowering her voice when her outburst caught the attention of the few people still present at this late hour. "I feel like a damn failure. Am I the only person here with no private life?"

"I'm sure you're not." He quietly told her and returned his attention to the paperwork in front of him. Having this conversation with an edgy woman who was a very astute profiler was not a very good idea.

"J.J. just went home to her family." She started enumerating. "Rossi is meeting with old friends in New York, Garcia sped out of here because Kevin is in town, Hotch was…"

"Okay I get it." Morgan said as he straightened again to look at her. He had already said too much he realized to let it go. If she needed to vent a little, he certainly didn't mind helping her. "Well I don't have a date either if it makes you feel better."

"But you have plans." Prentiss reminded him with an exasperated sigh. "I don't even have that. It seems that I have nothing else but work in my life and it definitely sucks."

"Aww…" He couldn't resist teasing her a little. He loved the unconscious pout that never failed to appear on her face.

"What? It's not funny." With a suppressed grin she scrunched a sheet of paper lying nearby and threw it at him. "One day I'll end like one of those crazy cat ladies who people pity because they're kinda nuts, disoriented and unbalanced…"

"Well you don't have a cat but the description is fitting…" A second ball of paper hit him right in the middle of the brow. Her aim was getting better he decided with a chuckle. "Ah come on, don't take that so seriously. Why don't I take you with me tonight?"

"You mean clubbing?" Emily wondered with a frown.

"Why not? You sure seem to need to a little change of scenery and something tells me if I don't drag you along, you will end back at your place tonight."

She looked at him pondering his offer. It sure sounded like a good plan. He had his entries in the best clubs of the city and knew plenty of people. Maybe she could meet someone nice who would help her scratch that itch. They had already gone out together but every time another member of the team had been present.

"I don't know…" She finally replied after a rather long silence. "Isn't it kind of weird if we go clubbing together?"

When he raised an inquiring eyebrow at her, she quickly explained.

"What are my chances of landing someone if I enter the club with a hot guy like you? Everybody will either think that there is something wrong with me, that I am desperate for a guy or that you took me along because you feel sorry… not that any of those motives excludes the others or is actually wrong." She mumbled the end to herself with a headshake.

"Okay it's settled you're coming with me." Morgan shut down his computer and rearranged the papers on his desk in a neat stack before putting them in the upper drawer. "Get your stuff ready, I'm starving."

"Didn't I just decline your offer?" She frowned when she saw him resolutely close the distance between them. He rolled her chair a little away, saved the file she had been working on and turned her computer off without another word. "Hey what is it with the caveman manners?"

"I'm doing you a favor." Morgan interjected as he quickly and efficiently tidied up her desk. "Do you really want to go home and put a meal-for-one in your microwave?"

"No…" She certainly didn't but she couldn't help wondering if the alternative he was offering was any better.

"Listen…" He intently looked at her. "We enter the club together but as soon as we're there, we go separate ways. Is that acceptable?"

"I guess. " She conceded with a nod. "But what do I do if I don't like the place?"

Morgan took her by the hand and firmly guided her towards the exit when he saw her reluctance to leave the safety of the bullpen.

"You have your cell." At Emily's confirming nod he went on. "You'll just text me and we go somewhere else. Nobody has to see we came together."

"But what if you are… you know… occupied and really happy to be there?"

"I'll get her phone number and call her another time."

"You really have an answer for everything." She absentmindedly put her jacket on as he held it up for her. "Wait… I can't go clubbing dressed like that."

"So we eat and then we go to your place so you can change…" He noted as he walked towards the exit expecting her to follow him.

"Do you really think that my case is that desperate?" She grimaced as she stopped after a few strides.

"Of course it isn't. But you like to over think things a little and you keep analyzing everyone you see and meet. That's who you are. You need to relax and just let things come to you." Morgan smiled as he looked at her. "You are beautiful and very smart, Prentiss. But you need to leave the BAU where it belongs and not take it along when you're looking for a little fun."

"Right." She blushed at his compliment and nodded to hide her tension.

He resumed his walk but quickly stopped when he realized that once more Emily was standing still.

"Food… Now!!!" He growled. She finally switched into motion and quickly followed him out.

"So that is the club you told me about." Emily wondered as he parked close to the 18th Street Lounge. She slid closer to get a better look at the crowded entrance. "You really can get us in there?"

"Of course. It's not as private as it looks."

His eyes involuntarily fell on her décolleté. He certainly wouldn't have thought that Prentiss owned anything that revealing. That outfit was a far cry from the button-up blouses and no-nonsense pants she usually wore. Low-cut was probably the best adjective to describe the black and silver dress she was wearing. He thought about her previous reservation about them entering the club together and almost laughed. No guy in his right mind would notice him standing next to her. They would just need one look at her long and toned legs to forget about him. Hell he probably wouldn't be able to fend them off if he were her boyfriend…

"This looks great." She beamed at him. "What kind of music are they playing?"

"They have anything from jazz to techno." He answered as he closed the door and guided her towards the entrance.

"I'm glad I didn't take my car. I sense yummy cocktails in there."

It had barely taken her two minute to lose him in the crowd. The place was a little louder than usual and she had seemed to enjoy the atmosphere if he could trust the radiant smile she gave him before quickly disappearing. Finding her again in the packed club would almost be mission impossible. But one thing was certain Emily Prentiss knew how to defend herself, she didn't need him. He walked to the bar of the closest lounge and as he ordered a drink, two pretty women made doe eyes at him. The night looked very promising.