"No! There is not a snowballs chance in hell of that happening!" exclaimed Emily, her eyes frozen in terror as the thought fully bloomed in her mind.
"Come on, Morgan would be fine with it," pleaded Garcia, taking a slice of her strawberry cheesecake - Emily thought she was having one of her 'theme days' as the empty strawberry and kiwi smoothie glass stood proudly beside the plate.
"He's like my brother, that would be wrong on so many levels!"
"Do you want to shag Hotch or not?" asked Garcia.
"Have I missed something?" asked Morgan, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he sat down next to Garcia. Emily put her head in her hands, this couldn't get anymore embarrassing, seriously!
"You were meant to be here in ten minutes!" hissed Garcia, seeing the effect his presence was having on her friend.
"And I couldn't face the thought of ten minutes without you," replied Morgan smoothly, helping himself to a bite of her cheesecake.
"You're lucky you're sexy or you would be officially dead," growled Garcia, eying his lips as he licked of the cream.
"How much did you hear?" groaned Emily, unable to listen to the flirtatious banter when she wasn't sure if she could show her face in the office again without seeing Morgan's smug expression.
"Enough," came the teasing reply.
"To know…" she pressed, a blush forming over her cheeks as his face took on an amused expression.
"Enough to know that you think of a Unit Chief along with a certain desk and some activities," said Morgan, a smile playing about his lips as he put emphasis on 'activities'. Emily wanted to slap him, or, more preferably pull her gun out and shoot him. However she wouldn't like to explain to Strauss why she shot an agent in public "Yes he discovered I wanted to shag my boss, you know the man you hate, senseless on his desk" she could picture Strauss's reaction. Hmm it might be worth it…
"Stop imagining shooting him," said Garcia, waving her fork at her. Damn! The woman was a mind reader! Seeing Morgan's smirk she felt her fingers itch for her gun.
"So what do you need me for?" asked Morgan.
"We need you to chat up Emily to make Hotch jealous," replied Garcia simply.
"Baby girl, you know I'd do anything you ask but-"
"No buts, buts equal vengeful Goddess," said Garcia, poison lacing her words.
"Do I get anything for doing this?" asked Morgan, seeing there was no way out.
"You get to know your friend is happy," answered Garcia sweetly.
"Wait! Your not actually going along with this!" asked Emily, slightly hysterical.
"My hands are tied," said Morgan, looking a little afraid when he looked at Garcia.
"Good, we have a plan then," said Garcia happily finishing her dessert.
"Emily, can I speak with you for a moment?" asked Hotch, retreating to his office. Emily gulped, ever since that day in the restaurant she had been having trouble looking her boss in the eye, something he no doubt had noticed. A plane flew onto her desk, there scrawled in Morgan's handwriting was the words 'BUSTED'. Looking over at him, she saw that he was smirking and making kissy signs at her. Crumpling up the plane she threw it at him, all the while thanking her mother for the netball lessons when it hit him in the face.
"What's up?" asked JJ, coming in with an armful of files just to see Morgan being hit.
"Oh nothing," replied Emily sweetly.
"Hotch wants to see her," said Morgan, his eyes shining with amusement.
"Oh!" exclaimed JJ, a devilish grin splayed on her normally angelic face.
"Shut up!" mumbled Emily.
"PRENTISS," came Hotch's voice.
"Shit!" cursed Emily whilst Morgan and JJ laughed.
Standing up, she walked quickly across the bullpen and up to his office. Knocking, she heard the familiar "Come in". Seeing him sit behind his desk, Emily gulped, trying not to picture what thoughts she'd had about that desk.
"What did you want to see me about sir?" asked Emily, trying to be suave and failing miserably when she hit her arm off the door handle. Wincing she closed it behind her, trying to hide her discomfort. The amusement flashing in his eyes showed her just how great an actress she could have been.
"Have I done something to offend you? You seem to have been avoiding me for the past few days and I'm worried," asked Hotch, the amusement replaced with concern.
"No!" she almost screamed at him, "No nothing sir, I've just been tired that's all". Another stunning display of acting Emily.
"Maybe it will do you good to unwind. Have you heard of the night out Garcia has planned? Maybe it will be a good idea to attend," nothing but concern swirled in his brown eyes.
Don't think of the desk. Don't think of the desk. Don't think of the desk.
"Yes, I don't think I have much choice. Whatever it is cannot be worse than her wrath," joked Emily, cringing at how uncomfortable she felt.
"I'm counting on it," smiled Hotch.
"Your going then?"
"Yes or I quote 'I will be called honey for all foreseeable cases and Jack may get a puppy from some anonymous gift giver.'"
"Ouch, using your child against you," winced Emily, imagining how much fun Jack would have with a puppy.
"I know, despite how dangerous the unsubs we hunt are, I think Penelope Garcia could give them a run for their money," said Hotch, half serious.
"I would say I have to agree."
"Everything is alright though?" asked Hotch once more.
"Yes sir, everything is fine," replied Emily.
"Alright. Hand this to Morgan when you get back, he never signed it," said Hotch, handing her a report.
"Of course sir," said Emily, leaving the office whilst glowering at the door knob. Traitor.
"What did he want Prentiss? I heard screeches," asked Morgan, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
"Nothing Morgan, Hotch wanted me to give this to you, you forgot to sign it," replied Emily, handing him the file before sitting down and ready to tackle her paperwork. Signing off yet another case report she leaned back and stretched. Watching as another plane sailed onto her desk. Scribbled on the wing was 'LIAR'. Smirking, Emily grabbed a pen and started writing:
'He wanted to have his way with me on the desk. To cut a long and juicy story short, your report is now... well the less said the better really'
Throwing it back, it veered of course and landed next to Reid.
"If you hadn't written on it it wouldn't have changed trajectory like that," said Reid, placing his mug of coffee on his desk and picking it up. Glancing at the writing the young genius blushed a little before reaching the end, smirking and handing it to Morgan.
"Great aim Prentiss," teased Morgan, grabbing the note and scanning it. Reaching the end he looked between the plane and the note, horror evident on his face and growing more pronounced at each look. Unable to contain herself Emily started laughing and Reid soon joined in catching Morgan's attention.
"Very funny guys!" exclaimed Morgan, however Emily detected a hint of relief on his face and tried not to smirk.
A/N: Wow thanks for the feedback! I don't think I've ever had that many reviews for a first chapter before! I'm thinking that unless I get some inspiration that this might just be a three-shot, I've never done this before so I don't know how far I'll take it but right now all I have planned is the next chapter. Anyhoo I hope you enjoyed this, the next chapter will be longer I promise :)
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