The next morning Emily woke up to sunlight streaming through the closed curtains in her room. Eyes half-closed, she turned to check the time on her phone, groaning when she saw that it was only 7:48. After throwing herself across the bed in a rather petulant manner, the brunette stood up and dragged herself to the shower, hoping that it would help her to wake up.

Once she had finished her shower and changed her clothes, Emily made her way downstairs, pleased to hear that someone else was already up.

"Morning, Emily." The brunette smiled, taking the cup of coffee that was offered to her. No matter how many showers she took, she would never be truly awake until she had consumed at least one cup of coffee. Emily let a long sigh escape her mouth, eyes closing as she felt the warmth spread through her, already beginning to feel more awake.

"Good morning, Mrs Morgan," Emily replied, leaning against the kitchen counter as she drained her coffee. The brunette had only arrived at the Morgan's residence the day before and had planned to spend the day having a look around the small town. But after her trip to the flower shop she had visited, Emily hadn't felt like going anywhere else. She simply wanted to go back and speak to the pretty blonde who worked there. Emily did have a genuine interest in flowers, but maybe she was contemplating playing on it a bit and going to visit the shop again.

The dark-haired woman was broken from her thoughts by the arrival of her friend, who entered the kitchen with his usual gusto. "Hey Princess," he greeted, chuckling when Emily dramatically rolled her eyes at the nickname.

"Watch yourself, Derek," was her only reply, eyebrows raising in a silent warning. The small smile on her face betrayed her fondness for the man though, and Derek knew that Emily would never get angry with him over something like a nickname.

"So, what're we doing today? Did you visit those places I suggested yesterday?"

Emily nodded, pushing herself away from the counter and moving to wash up her mug. "Well, I went to the flower shop," she said with a shrug. "Didn't manage to get anywhere else though. Actually, I thought that maybe we could pop in there quickly today. I think I left something there yesterday."

It was a horrible lie and Emily knew it, but she still hoped that Derek would buy it. However, when she turned around, she found her friend standing with his arms crossed, a smug grin plastered to his face. "You left something, huh?" He didn't even give her a chance to respond before making his way towards the front door. "Come on then. Let's go visit the pretty flower shop woman. We both know that's the real reason you want to go back."

Derek ignored Emily's persistent head-shaking as she followed him outside, trying to formulate a sentence. "No, that's not . . . I don't . . . We don't even know each other, Derek."

"You don't know her yet," her friend admitted with a nod. "But I do. Plus, we all know you have a thing for blondes." At that, Derek ran out of the house and down the street, Emily close behind him, wondering why she ever told Derek Morgan anything.

"You have a good day, Mr Harrison," JJ called, watching the old man exit the shop with his usual bouquet of roses. He would take them home to his wife just like he always did and be in again the following month. The old couple always made JJ feel something warm inside. They were almost famous in the small town and JJ had grown up seeing them together, whether they had been shopping, out dancing, or just spending time together in the park.

The bell on the door jingled and the young woman looked up, expecting to see Mr Harrison again. He often forgot things in his old age. What she wasn't expecting to see however, was Emily Prentiss. Who was accompanied by an extremely good-looking man. Of course, JJ knew Derek Morgan and had heard all about his flirtatious tendencies (she had even been on the receiving end once, but she had quickly set that straight - or not so straight, as the case was).

"Hi," she said tentatively, not sure if it was appropriate for her to strike up a conversation. Deciding that it was fine with Derek, seeing as she had known him for as long as she could remember, JJ lightly punched him in the shoulder. "You should have told me you'd found someone to finally settle down with," she said with a laugh, blue eyes widening when she heard Emily almost choke from beside Derek.

"Oh, we're not together," the brunette assured her, ignoring the feigned look of offence that Derek gave her. "He's like a brother. I just came to visit him because he was so desperate to see me again."

JJ grinned, pleased to know that Emily wasn't with Derek. Not that she would have cared anyway. Her concern had been purely due to the fact that she didn't want the other woman to fall into the same trap as many before her and think that Derek Morgan was the type to settle down and commit. Or so she told herself.

"So, can I help you guys?"

"Actually, we just came in 'cause princess here wanted to see y-" Derek was cut off by a swift kick to the shin courtesy of Emily.

"I just wanted to show Derek those gardenias you showed me yesterday," Emily said, shooting the man a death glare. She began to move towards the gardenias and froze when she saw a large collection of roses, many of which were different colours. "Do the different colours all mean different things?" Emily asked, turning to face JJ. She was pretty sure they did, but she didn't know what they actually meant, so she figured being in a flower shop and all, that it would be a good time to find out. Plus, it meant that she got to spend a bit more time around JJ. Something about the younger woman (according to Derek, JJ was 22, making her three years younger than Emily herself) just made Emily feel nice. Although she was sure that Derek would fill her in on JJ's whole life story when they got back, Emily was hoping that she could hear a lot of it from JJ herself.

"You know what," Emily said, making her way to the opposite end of the shop, where Derek would be out of earshot. "Is it okay if I come back a bit later? When Derek's not with me. I love him, but it's almost impossible to have a conversation with someone when he's around."

JJ couldn't miss the fondness in Emily's voice when she spoke about her friend and nodded in response to the brunette's question. "I'd love that," she replied. "It's usually really quiet around 5, just before I close. Maybe you could come by then?"

Emily just nodded, slowly walking backwards towards the door. "I'll see you then," she said, and JJ could have sworn she saw the other woman wink in her direction.