Derek Morgan stopped mid-run, his jaw dropping at the gorgeous woman stretching in front of him. He watched as she bent over at the waist, stretching her arms down to the ground, her ample behind pointed in his direction. He swallowed lustfully as she stood back up and turned around, pulling her knees up to her chest one at a time as she prepared to start running. His adam's apple bobbed up and down as his eyes moved over her svelte frame. His eyes took in the ebony ponytail secured at the base of her neck in a little bun, her dark milk chocolate skin looked poured over her thin frame. Her eyes were almond shaped, even from his distance he could see her full lips, his eyes drifted downward taking stock of her generous bosom, thin waist, and thick hips. She had dancer's legs, the thigh and calf muscles toned and defined. He smiled as he realized that she wore a Chicago Bears running outfit, even her shoes bore the Bears symbol on them. He knew then that he had to introduce himself. Just as he started to walk in her direction his phone rang, sighing at the name on the caller id, he answered it as he saw the vision jog off in the direction of the parking lot.
"Yeah JJ what's up?" he asked, his irritation shining through.
"Well good morning to you too Morgan," JJ laughed, "Hey, Hotch wants you in the office as soon as possible, we've got a special case and we've been requested by the Pentagon on this one."
Derek sighed again, "Right. I'll be there in a bit," he replied before hanging up the phone. He looked around, hoping for another sight of the woman, but he didn't see her anywhere. Chalking it up to another missed opportunity, he turned and jogged back to his truck, determined to change before heading into the office.
ShaKira Burrowes nodded her head to Jim Tracy and jotted down more notes in the pocket notebook that she always carried. Hearing the elevator ding, she stepped out behind him and looked around the FBI office. Placing the notebook back into the pocket of her skirt suit, she absentmindedly nibbled on her lower lip as she followed Jim into the BAU office. When all movement and conversation stopped, ShaKira found herself wondering why. For agents they weren't too subtle about their curiosity. Turning when she heard Jim's name being called she smiled as she noticed her school pal, Emily Prentiss following a man over to them. She could only assume that the man that Prentiss was following was Aaron Hotchner, the boss, the head of the BAU. She'd been told that while handsome, he never smiled and she would know him by his brooding gaze.
"Jim Tracy?" the brooding man questioned, sticking out his hand for the customary handshake which Jim readily accepted, nodding his head in confirmation of the question, "I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner this is SSA Emily Prentiss," he introduced Prentiss who was grinning widely at ShaKira. "Will you follow me to my office? Emily you can stay here and talk to Mr. Tracy's assistant, Miss…"
"ShaKira Burrowes, Agent Hotchner," ShaKira quickly introduced herself as Jim hated having to explain her presence to anyone finding it an unnecessary action, "I, uh, recently started working for the Pentagon and immediately got put on this case," she explained unnecessarily.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's multilingual, talented, beautiful, has an IQ of 170, and can charm the pants off of Osama Bin Laden while she's holding a gun to his head. Let's get started," Jim interrupted annoyed that ShaKira was once again explaining her presence.
"Right, let's go talk in my office. Nice to meet you ShaKira," Hotchner stated as he headed up the stairs and into his office, Jim's long strides matching his.
ShaKira waited until Jim and Hotchner were sequestered away in his office before she turned to Prentiss and letting out a girlish scream that Prentiss matched, threw her arms around her old friend. The two women began talking rapidly, their words coming out in a rush, their facial expressions animated as they quickly caught up with what had happened in the last four years. ShaKira had just begun to tell Prentiss about the new house that she was thinking about buying when her body flushed hot and every cell in her body came alive. Her words quickly died on her lips and she slowly turned her head to find the source of the heat. What she saw made her breath hitch in her throat and her heart speed up in her chest. Standing in the doorway of the BAU was the gorgeous caramel man from the park that she'd seen earlier that morning. He stood there staring at her, his face also registering shock, his body now covered in a burgundy shirt that seemed amazingly tight in the sleeves as it struggled to encase his massively muscled arms, and a pair of black jeans. Black boots sat upon his feet, his weapon holstered on his belt. He lifted his hands and jerked off his sunglasses, his eyes still fastened upon her. ShaKira then reached up and removed her own sunglasses as she turned to fully observe the gorgeous man who was now walking towards her with a purpose.
He came and stood in front of her, looking down on her 5'8" frame he smiled at her. His smile was so beautiful, lighting up his entire face, it so captured her attention that she almost missed the introductions being made by Prentiss.
"Kira, this is Derek Morgan, my colleague. Derek, this is ShaKira Burrowes, Kira to her friends. We've known each other since we were 18. She works for the Pentagon now," Prentiss introduced.
"Nice to meet you," ShaKira said softly, her voice slightly husky as she continued to stare at Derek, stretching out her hand.
"Nice to meet you too," Derek whispered back as he shook her hand.
Prentiss looked back and forth between the two, noticing their awareness of each other. She shook her head, Derek was a master at seducing women, even after he'd told them that he was only looking for a one night stand they still ended up sleeping with him. He'd met his match with ShaKira however, her nickname growing up had been "maneater" because of the number of men that she'd left panting after her. Prentiss was going to enjoy watching this little exchange.
Derek watched ShaKira as she and Prentiss talked. She was absolutely amazing. At 29 she'd gotten a job working for the Pentagon, Prentiss had stated that she'd been a dancer and a singer and had used those things to help pay her way through college. He was amazed as Prentiss had quickly told him about ShaKira when she'd stepped off to take a phone call. She was the youngest of six, father was a doctor who played football for Boston College, mother was a cosmetic surgeon who had migrated over from South Africa with her family when she was 12. ShaKira had straight A's the entire time she'd been at Yale and had been valedictorian when she and Prentiss had graduated. The two women had kept in touch and had lost touch when ShaKira had begun working on a covert mission for the government four years ago. Prentiss hadn't known any of the details but had told Derek that all she knew was that her parents had told her that ShaKira was a hero for the country. Derek continued watching as ShaKira pulled out her Blackberry and showed Prentiss something on the phone, something that caused Prentiss to squeal and hug ShaKira again. Derek had heard Prentiss squeal more in the last ten minutes than he had the entire time that they'd worked together.
"Hey there sexy man, what are you staring at?" he heard Garcia's voice behind him. Derek turned with a ready smile for his best friend.
"Prentiss has a friend who's here, her name's ShaKira, she works for the Pentagon," Derek explained.
"And you think she's hot right?" Garcia teased. Her best friend was so predictable. ShaKira was like a new, shiny toy and he wanted to be the first to play with her. She turned her head to look and gasped. "Kay-Kay?!" she screamed. Derek watched in confusion as ShaKira turned her head and seeing Garcia screamed and ran forward to hug her.
Kay-Kay? he wondered sharing a look of confusion with Prentiss. Derek looked up when he saw Hotch's door open and Hotch stuck his head out as if trying to find the source of all of the noise. Derek walked up to the three women and escorted them out of the bullpen and into his office, they talked nonstop the whole way there, not noticing where they were going at all. As they walked in, he closed the door behind them and turned to face them. They'd finally stopped talking and were looking at him.
"Um…Morgan, why are we in your office?" Prentiss questioned, folding her hands across her chest.
Smiling, Derek replied, "All of your screaming and squealing was bothering Hotch in his office, so I thought that I'd take you all in here for some privacy."
ShaKira nodded as if this made complete sense but then noticed that she was the only one nodding. "You know we could've gone to my office," Garcia remarked sarcastically.
"Yeah…well…" Derek muttered turning away. He took a few steps, acutely aware that the women had not started talking again. Turning back to face them, he decided to question ShaKira. "Sorry to interrupt your reunion but 'Kay-Kay'? I know how you know Prentiss but how do you know Garcia?"
ShaKira smiled widely at Garcia, her smile causing Derek's breath to hitch in his chest. "I met Penelope about four years ago, right before I started on an assignment for the Pentagon. She gave me the nickname Kay-Kay and because Garcia is a whiz on the computer, she was actually able to keep in contact with me while I worked, plus she helped me while I was out in the field," ShaKira answered her eyes shining with light as she remembered the meeting fondly.
"That's insane! I can't believe that we both know Kira!" Prentiss exclaimed looking at Garcia.
"I KNOW!!" Garcia practically yelled.
"You guys act like I'm the Holy Grail or something," ShaKira laughed looking at her two dearest friends fondly. She glanced at Derek out of the corner of her eye. He was watching her again, she smiled inwardly, for all that she'd heard about him from Prentiss, he wasn't acting like the quintessential ladies man, he was acting whipped, like a young boy with his first crush.
"Well…if I remember correctly, men that touched you did seem to change a bit," Prentiss teased, causing ShaKira to giggle shyly. The room grew quiet when they heard a knock on the door. The door opened to reveal JJ standing there.
"Hey guys, Hotch and Jim Tracy are ready for us," she stated smiling at them.
Derek watched in fascination as ShaKira's smile instantly dropped and her expression became serious. "Back to work," she said, her voice completely serious. She nodded at him, gave a slight smile to Prentiss and Garcia and followed JJ to the conference room. Garcia shrugged and followed shortly after. Derek began following Prentiss out of his office, stopping after a moment and grabbing her arm, when she turned to face him he opened his mouth and said, "Hey Emily, is ShaKira single? I mean, should I back off?"
Prentiss smiled, "Yeah, she's single. I think you should step carefully but not necessarily back off. ShaKira's not like any other woman that you've ever met. She's the youngest child and the only girl that her parents ever had. She's independent, smart, and her brothers taught her every trick and pick up line out there. She's a lot like you actually when it comes to hooking up with someone. I just think that you may have met your match with her."
Derek snorted in disbelief, "Yeah, sure Prentiss." The two agents walked into the conference room and stopped short when they noticed that ShaKira was the one standing with the remote in her hand. They came in and had a seat, noticing that Jim Tracy was sitting at the back of the room in between Hotch and Rossi.
"Thank you for allowing us to come in. We truly appreciate your assistance in this manner," ShaKira started as soon as Derek and Prentiss took a seat. Pressing the remote button the BAU team observed the first picture of a family. "This is Major Mark Chase and his family. Major Chase graduated top of his class from Fort Jackson, went on to serve in three tours of Iraq, recently he was chosen as one of twenty others to sit on a board to discuss the situation in Iraq and the best way to solve and end the problems that our soldiers are experiencing over there." ShaKira clicked a button on the remote. The next image was one of the Chase family completely slaughtered in their home, "This is the Chase family two days ago. They were discovered by another member of the board when Major Chase failed to show up for a meeting." The picture changed again. "The Chase family is the third family to be slaughtered in their home. The other two families were also connected in some way to the Iraq committee." ShaKira turned to face the BAU team, her face completely expressionless as she quoted off the information as if reciting it from memory. "The members of this board were all chosen by the Pentagon directly. They all had access and knowledge of the deepest secrets of our government and our military. Their homes have been ransacked, every member of their family, even their pets, have been murdered and there have been no clues, no communication, nothing left at the scenes," ShaKira explained.
"Why are we just now being contacted?" Rossi asked.
Turning to face him directly ShaKira explained, "That was my call sir. The first two families were killed within three months of each other and it was later discovered that some member of their family had ties to some illegal activity. The first family, the Pearlish family, the son was engaged in drug activity. The second family, the Grants, the father was already under investigation, he had ties to a domestic terrorist group. We didn't really think that the massacres had any type of connection to the board until this last one. As this committee met in secret and was directly chosen by the Pentagon, we knew that someone there knew something." ShaKira paused and inhaled deeply, "There are only five of us who directly know what is going on and know that we came to you for help."
"You say it was your call?" Dr. Spencer Reid questioned.
ShaKira looked around the room and smiled, "Let me explain. Jim Tracy is a member of my security. With his size and age, people naturally assume that he's my superior and that I'm his assistant, however, he really works for me. He knows the entire situation, if he seems a trifle annoyed it's only because this morning I noticed something interesting as I pored over these cases. There was a memo sent interoffice mail from my office directly to the White House to be delivered to the Secretary of Defense, it had the names of everyone on the committee and myself as I was the moderator of the proceedings. As I looked over the list I realized that the families were being killed in the order of their names on the list. I was listed as number five on the list. So Jim is slightly agitated. He takes his job very seriously," she explained.
"You mean that you…" Derek stammered. He felt the eyes of the entire room on him and realized that his shock was completely evident.
"Yes, I'm pretty high up on the chain of command," ShaKira laughed, "Although my presence is somewhat diminished to the general public. If you look up my name it simply has down that I'm both a translator and a secretary, although I'm far from that." ShaKira, feeling as if she could trust the BAU team went on in her explanation, "When I graduated from Yale, I applied to work for the bureau, just like Emily. While she got in, I got called into the Pentagon. Apparently a few of my papers during my time in University had sparked their interest. I immediately began working for them, one day I met this guy and we started talking and within a few days I found out that he had ties to Al-Quaida. I ended up finding out information that led to us being able to prevent another terrorist attack. That led to other missions and eventually my position." She shrugged, "This is definitely serious, we have some very important people on this committee and more than that we have people who know some very important and very confidential information."
"So we need to find out who killed these families. Garcia, I need you to try and trace the interoffice mail and see who all had access to it. Rossi, Reid and I will go to the last crime scene and investigate it. Prentiss and Morgan, I want you to stay with ShaKira and continue to gather as much information as you can," Hotch dictated as he stood up from his chair. Everyone else stood also and began to walk out. Derek stayed behind to talk more with ShaKira who was looking at something in her phone. Looking up she noticed that he was the only one left in the room. She knew that Jim was probably standing right outside of the door, so she lowered her voice slightly as she approached him.
"Did you have another question Agent Morgan?" she queried.
"Call me Derek," Derek smiled.
"Okay Derek, did you need something else?" she asked as she stood directly in front of him, her body extremely close, her head tilted back.
"One question, what are you doing for dinner tonight?" he asked as he looked down at her and smiled.
ShaKira laughed in delight, "Emily's taking me out actually. But, if you want, when I finish dinner, you and I can go out for drinks. How does that sound?"
"Sounds perfect," Derek smiled, his heart pounding faster at her nearness. ShaKira drifted around him, her hand lightly touching his as she stepped past. The jolt of sexual awareness that they both felt at that small touch shocked both of them. Years in the dating field prevented either one of them from showing it, however.
As ShaKira stepped to the door, she stopped and turned back to Derek, "By the way, I can't decide which outfit I like you better in, this one, or the extremely sexy jogging outfit that you had on this morning. Both of them make it hard for me to concentrate," she smiled at his look of shock and then opening the door walked out of it.
Derek stood in shock that she'd also noticed him earlier and had obviously liked what she'd seen. Smiling widely he understood what Prentiss had meant. ShaKira's seductive actions and words had left him dumbfounded, his body tense and his manhood erect and straining in his pants as he stood there breathing in her scent. She was completely unlike any woman that he'd ever met. He wouldn't go so far as to say that he'd met his match, but he knew that he'd definitely like playing the game with this one, before he won of course. Smiling even bigger he turned and headed out the door, knowing that for now his head had to be in his work, there would be plenty of time for the wonderful game of seduction later.