A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who took the time to read, review, alert, and favourite this story. Honestly, I got more feedback then I expected so I'm very happy! :) Once again, this is un-betaed so forgive any stupid mistakes and enjoy the update! :)

Warning: This chapter has a little language but certainly not enough for an M rating.

Disclaimer: Same as Chapter 1. Oh, and I also don't own The Addams Family. Lol.

Chapter 2 – Prentiss' Dos and Don'ts

Emily awoke later then she usually did on a Saturday morning. She blamed it on two things: the wine and Mick Rawson's insufferable attitude. She quickly decided that she did not want to waste another minute thinking about him because she already had five dates to deal with.

She eventually pushed all thoughts of Mick Rawson and their little bet aside as she went about her regular routine. She made her bed and turned on the coffee pot. While she waited for her coffee to percolate, she cleaned up a little around her apartment. She hadn't bothered to wash the wine glasses that they had used last night after she had practically thrown JJ and Garcia out of her place. They had been so giddy after her phone call with Mick that she just hadn't been able to tolerate them anymore.

So she had only made it an hour into her regular routine before he popped into her head again. Not a big deal she told herself. And her solution was to run into her home office and grab a stack of uncompleted BAU paperwork. She sat on her couch with her files laid out in front of her on her coffee table. Her cell phone was lying faithfully beside her and she had the television on for background noise.

When she realized how predictable, boring, and lonely her so called routine was, she considered the possibility that maybe getting a cat was a good idea. Luckily she didn't have much time to dwell on that particular thought before her cell phone started to ring.

She snatched it off of the table and answered without thinking, "Prentiss."

"Good morning lovely!"

She sighed loudly and leaned back against her comfortable sofa, there was no mistaking that voice. "How did you get my cell number?" The fact that he had obtained her home number was impressive but she gave out her cell phone number to very few people, and the phone number on her card was her line at the BAU. Her cell phone number was something that was kind of sacred to her.

"I work for the FBI too honey, it wasn't that hard."

"Well let's hear it for American privacy," she joked sarcastically. He laughed and it took her aback for a moment. People outside of her close-knit group of friends didn't typically laugh at her jokes. She was a self-proclaimed nerd and she was okay with that. "So," she cleared her throat awkwardly, "you're calling because…?"

"To finalize our terms and discuss our first date."

She could picture that grin on his face again and it drove her nuts. "Okay, so we go on five dates as quickly as possible. Sounds good to me."

He laughed, "No, see I was thinking that there should be at least, oh I dunno, three days between each date."

"One," she argued quickly.

"Two."

"Fine," she huffed. "But no sporting events!"

"Okay but one date has to take place at one of our places."

She ran a hand through her long hair as she thought. What had she gotten herself into? "Your place," she finally decided. At least if she was at his house or apartment, or wherever it was that he lived, she could leave anytime she chose. "Oh! And don't even think about picking me up for a date on your motorcycle!" He chuckled huskily and it sent a shiver through her body, which she tried to pretend didn't happen.

"How do you know I have a motorbike?"

"I'm a profiler too, it isn't too hard to tell," she said using his words from earlier.

"I think that you'd like the bike."

Motorcycles were something that she had indulged in as a teenager. Guys on motorcycles had pretty much been her weakness. The rebellious girl inside of her was jumping at the chance to take a ride on Mick Rawson's motorcycle but she wasn't sure if she was ready to let that girl have her way. Right now, the woman that she was wanted a man whose number one desire was to have a family and a guy who drove a motorcycle didn't seem to fit that mould. "Maybe in an exceptional circumstance," she told him honestly.

"Do you have any other terms?"

He still had the same playful and happy tone in his voice and it actually brought a smile to her face. "Umm," she pondered, "not that I can think of right now but I'll surely make a list later on and get back to you." This time she grinned to herself and was sure that he was aware of it as well.

"And I will pick you up Monday night at seven."

"Because you know my address, right?" She asked annoyed.

"Absolutely! I'll send you more details later."

"More details? What?" He was being cryptic now and she didn't like it one bit.

"Just wait with bated breath. I'll see you soon Emily."

"Mick, don't you dare hang up on me without answering my question!" She pulled her cell phone away from her ear and stared at the black screen in disbelief. "The bastard hung up on me," she muttered to herself.

"Don't bring her flowers. She doesn't like flowers."

Mick nodded and committed the thought to memory. "No flowers got ya."

Garcia sat in her comfortable chair in her office with JJ sitting by her side on the edge of her desk. They were both sizing up the tall Brit standing in front of them as they gave him small tidbits of advice on how to handle their best friend. He had called JJ the night before asking for suggestions on places to take Emily for dinner. He had sounded so genuine and enthusiastic on the phone that JJ offered to do more then tell him where to bring her for dinner. So they had snuck him into Garcia's office very early on Monday morning. They were giving him the very basic dos and don'ts when it came to Emily Prentiss. He would still have to do a lot of work himself but at least now he would have a little insight.

"She loves chocolate," Garcia offered. Mick Rawson had certainly impressed her so far. He was charming and better looking in person then he was in the pictures that she had found. She also had the secret privilege of viewing his personnel file and she liked what she had read in there too. He was intelligent, talented, and a decorated individual who was praised by his supervisors. And let's face it; the accent was to die for.

"And ice cream," JJ added.

"What about different types of food?" Mick asked curiously.

"She loves Chinese and she really likes seafood," Garcia answered. "Not big on Italian and she can't stand Arabic food."

"Duly noted," he grinned. "Is there anything else?" With what he had heard already, a plan was formulating in his head.

JJ laughed humourlessly, "Oh there's lots. What are the most important things?" She asked while turning to look at Garcia.

"She has a thing about guys opening doors for her. She hates it," Garcia brainstormed.

"What?" Mick asked chuckling. He wasn't surprised at all, that was so her.

"She's too independent to have a man open a door for her," JJ explained. "And she thinks that it's misleading, that guys only do it because they think it's what a woman wants and something about how a guy who opens doors on the first few dates won't do it after a few months."

"She likes guys who aren't shy about their intentions. But," Garcia laughed, "you don't seem to have a problem with that." Mick laughed along with her and shook his head. "Also, she'll call you out on your bullshit so be prepared."

"I know, and I like that," he smiled.

JJ laughed to herself at the dreamy expression on the man's face. "I think that you're fairly well prepared for now. She definitely will not sleep with you on the first date but other then that, I'm sure that it will go great," she announced jokingly before her tone of voice and facial expression turned serious. "As much as we like you, she's our friend first."

"Yeah," Garcia spoke up. "We love her so don't do anything stupid."

He couldn't help but smile, he liked that Emily had such loyal friends. "Don't worry ladies, I won't let ya down." He winked and turned to leave but Garcia called out to him. "Yeah?" He questioned as he spun back around.

"For the love of God, don't ask her about her political views on the first date!"

He laughed loudly because that wasn't exactly his idea of stimulating first date conversation either. He thanked the two wonderful blondes before leaving the BAU and heading back to D.C.

Emily sat restlessly on her couch as she waited for Mick to pick her up. She looked at her watch and saw that it was twelve minutes after seven and he had said that he would pick her up at seven. He was late. Why wasn't she surprised? But she hadn't been on a first date in a while so she was starting to get anxious, despite the fact that she kept telling herself that she should feel nothing but irritation at the moment.

Her love life had been…practically nonexistent since joining the BAU. She was amazed that JJ and Garcia had successful relationships when the rest of the team was a disaster. Rossi was a divorcee three times over. Hotch was still torn up about Haley. Reid seemed content to be alone. Morgan was the ladies man who couldn't settle down. And well, she could count the number of men she had dated in the past five years on one hand, and not one of them had been a serious relationship. Maybe JJ and Garcia were right to force her into calling Mick; she could really use a date.

She sighed loudly and ran a hand through her hair. She had decided to leave it straight for tonight instead of taking the time to curl it. Her wardrobe was casual, as per his wishes. She was wearing a sleeveless, purple top, blue jeans, and heels. She had received a text message from him earlier in the day telling her to dress casual for tonight and to be prepared to be mentally stimulated. She had to admit that she had openly laughed at the message, which had garnered a curious look from Reid.

A knock sounded at her door and she quickly hopped to her feet. "Finally," she huffed. She pulled open her door and took in Mick's smug appearance. He was leaning against her doorframe wearing dark jeans and a black sweater under his black, leather jacket. He was clean shaven and he looked rather sexy. But the last thing that she was going to do was give him a compliment. Instead she opted for, "You're late."

"Got held up at the office," he apologized. "But I brought you something." He grinned and she raised an eyebrow in response. "Here you are." He pulled a small, rectangular box out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her.

She accepted the gift and gave him a small, encouraging smile. He had gotten her chocolate. They hadn't even officially started their first date and he had already figured out her ultimate weakness. "Thanks."

He smiled back at her and asked, "Are you ready to go?" If a small box of chocolates always elicited that coy, sexy smile then he would bring her a box everyday.

She nodded and grabbed her coat and purse. "So where are we going?" She asked curiously.

"A restaurant a couple of blocks from here," he replied. "I thought that we could walk."

"Yeah, that's fine."

"You look great by the way," he offered.

"Thanks," she replied softly as she locked her door. "You don't look terrible."

She grinned wildly at him and he laughed at her attitude. She was trying so hard not to like him. It was kind of adorable.

After a short walk, where they had discussed their case loads since San Francisco, Mick stopped and Emily had to laugh a little at the restaurant that he had chosen. It was her favourite Chinese place in all of D.C. He opened the door for her and chuckled at the glare that got shot his way. He hadn't forgotten what Garcia and JJ had told him but he couldn't help himself from opening the door. What would his mother think? "Sorry, I'm a British gentleman; I open doors and pull out chairs for my dates." And he did just that when they were seated at a table.

"Nice manners," she grumbled.

"Something that you're not used to?" He probed.

"No," she shook her head. "The opposite." She had been to enough formal dinners and parties with her parents to experience proper manners and etiquette. But just because it was something that she was used to didn't mean that it was something that she cared for. She liked the idea of doing things for herself, even if it was something as simple as opening a door.

A waiter came by quickly to give them menus and take their drink orders. Mick ordered a beer while she elected to just have water. She was about to open her mouth to ask about his most recent case but he bet her to the punch. "I don't wanna talk about work," he stated.

"Well, what do you want to talk about?"

"You," he answered simply.

"Such an original line," she teased.

He laughed, "I do try. But seriously, tell me something about yourself. Where did you grow up?"

"All over," she answered honestly as she perused the menu.

"Cop out," he coughed indiscreetly.

She raised her eyes to meet his. "No, its not," she argued.

"Okay," he laughed. "So exactly where is 'all over'?"

She rolled her eyes at his use of air quotes before she responded to his mockingly phrased question. "I was born in Connecticut, and then, in order, I lived in Egypt, New Zealand, Turkey, Jordan, D.C., Ukraine, Saudi Arabia, Columbia, California, Italy, France, Switzerland, then back to D.C. to finish high school, and then to Connecticut for college."

"Wow," he replied in awe. "That's a lot of moving around."

"My mother is an ambassador and my father was a Navy SEAL," she explained. "Magically, they're still married but growing up it seemed like they were never in the same place so I split time between them."

"Wow," he repeated. He could talk to her and about her all night, it was just a question of would she let him. "Daughter of an ambassador and a military man," he mused.

"Yeah," she laughed softly. "It seems as if serving the American government is genetic."

He laughed along with her. "I can sorta relate to that. Six generations of Rawsons have served in the British military."

"Really?" Her eyebrows rose and one corner of her mouth quirked upwards in interest. "Including you?"

"You really wanna know if I was special forces, don't ya?" He smiled brightly because he knew that not knowing was driving her nuts. "I bet that you've been thinking about it nonstop since San Francisco."

"Oh don't flatter yourself!"

He laughed boisterously at her response before he leaned forward and reached his hand across the table. "Okay," he began as he drummed his fingers on the wood. "I'll tell you if you tell me something that you've never told anyone."

She leaned back in her chair and thought for a long moment. Did she want to find out if he was ex-British Special Forces? Absolutely. Did she want to tell him a secret about herself? Truthfully, she was on the fence about that. But the hard part was coming up with something that she had kept completely to herself. "Okay, I have something," she proclaimed with a smile. He stared at her in excited anticipation. "When I was seventeen, I dated this guy named David who was goth and kind of weird and creepy. The only reason that I dated him in the first place was because I knew my parents would detest him," she added. "Anyway, about a month in he tells me that the only reason he noticed me was because he thought that I looked like Morticia Addams. I dumped him on the spot and up until this moment that story has been too embarrassing to retell." She blushed and laughed awkwardly as she ran both of her hands through her hair.

Mick stared at her in silence before he erupted into laughter. "That's fucking hilarious," he stated before he took a sip of his beer.

"I'm glad that I could amuse you. Now tell me, were you in the British Special Forces?" She demanded impatiently.

"Yes," he replied nonchalantly.

Her mouth fell open and she looked at him in disbelief. "That was so not a fair exchange of information."

"No, not at all," he agreed through laughter.

Their waiter returned then and took their orders. They ordered the same thing and neither profiler wanted to spend too much time analyzing that. Conversation flowed easily and Emily was pleasantly surprised by how engaged she was. Mick was interesting. He had grown up in London, where his parents still lived happily married. He had been devoted to soccer, well in his words football, and rugby as a teenager. He had backpacked across Europe just after high school. After that he had joined the military and had gotten a university degree while serving. He had two younger sisters, both still living in the United Kingdom, and he was fluent in French.

After arguing over who would pay the check, an argument which she ultimately won, he walked her back to her apartment. They had casually fallen back into chatting about work but in a more playful manner then she was used to. He had just questioned her about her firearms proficiency.

"I'm a decent shot," she answered with a laugh.

"Just decent?" He teased.

"Well I don't like to brag, unlike some people," she grinned.

He laughed at her little jab and stopped walking when she did. They had unfortunately already reached her door. "So when do you want to go out again? On a real date this time, meaning one where I pay," he laughed. "Friday?"

She thought about arguing for Wednesday since that would be the earliest day that they could go out according to the terms but she figured that her workload wouldn't allow it. "Yeah, that's good for me. Even if we don't get a case I'm going to be buried in paperwork all week."

"Great, Friday it is then," he smiled enticingly and leaned forward. "And I will text and call you multiple times this week."

"Okay, I will be prepared," she nodded seriously before a smile graced her face.

He stared at her intensely as his faced inched towards hers. She had the prettiest eyes that he had ever seen and it had been one of the first things that he had noticed about her, aside from the fact that she was sexy as hell. He had never ever been more attracted to a woman, both physically and mentally. And she was going to let him kiss her. "Emily," he breathed her name softly.

"Goodnight Mick," she smiled as she quickly pulled away from him and unlocked her apartment door.

"Um, yeah, night," he stammered as he ruffled his hair. He was beginning to think that he had misread the whole situation before he saw the flirtatious smile on her face before she closed the door. She had done that to him on purpose. "Bloody little tease," he said to himself as he turned away from her door and walked down the hallway towards the stairs. He wanted to take the stairs as opposed to the elevator so that he would have more time to think and cool off. He took a long, deep breath. He only had four dates left to sweep that beautiful woman off her feet.

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