A/N: To start this chapter, I'd like to apologize for any confusion with my one-shot contest…it seems people meant I'd like them to post their scenarios and pairing for the one-shot in the reviews NOW, where really it is for AFTER I send them PM saying they won…haha But no worries, my lovies, it's all good!

Also, my apologies for no Emily in the past chapter. I promise she'll be in this one.

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Emily quickly slipped on her tight fitting dress and tall black leather boots and snuck out the creaking door of her client's apartment.

She took a step out the building's door and breathed in the cool Chicago night air. It smelt musky, of smoke and horrendous other smells. She proceeded to walk down the dark street.

And then she caught sight of him.

Him.

Why was he back out here? She'd only seen him just yesterday. He was walking around with that other police guy or whatever he was who she saw just a week ago. Oh God, was there another body?

Then she wondered why…why had she remembered him? He barely looked at her, maybe just a small glance. He didn't even talk to her, just stood next to the black officer who spoke about the case.

Was it his dimples? Was it the smell of his wafting cologne that made her nostrils tingle and sent shivers down her spine? Could it be his toned muscles she could sense even with a suit jacket on? Or maybe it was the desperateness in his face…the fact that there must be something going wrong between him and some woman.

'Stop.' She told herself. 'There's no time for this.'

But she proceeded to walk towards him anyways.

Hotch glanced up at the brunette walking his way. He placed his phone snug in the front pocket of his jacket. He was intrigued by her presence…but he didn't know why. And it was dangerous.

He remembered her…but why her? He'd seen so many faces, so many women with the same skimpy clothes on, the same seductive look on her face, the same swerve of her hips.

But no, this one was different. Beneath those skimpy clothes were scars, scars from injuries and horrific events that just wouldn't and couldn't heal no matter what she did. When she was away from the crowd, she was shy and had a delicate smile painted on her lips. And her hips only swerved when it wasn't night and she didn't have to show off for her 'job'.

"Hi." She simply stated.

"Hello…?"

"Emily…Emily Prentiss." She put her hand out in front of his, waiting for the gesture to be returned.

And that's when he knew he was right. She wasn't just a prostitute, she was a woman.

"Aaron Hotchner." He informed as he grasped her hand and firmly shook it.

And that's when she knew he wasn't just some perverted animal looking for something to be relived of. He was a man. And that was all.

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Morgan turned his head as the sound of clicking high heels reached his ears. His gaze travelled over the perky, yet nervous looking blonde who was hastily walking towards his office. She knocked on his slightly open door and walking in immediately, refusing to wait for an answer.

"Hello, my name is Penelope Garcia. Before you ask who the hell I am, even though I know you've already wondered that-"

"You're a profiler with the BAU from Quantic, Virginia?" He interruptedly guessed.

"No, I'm their technical analyst; I just know what people think of crazy me at first impression." She took his hand and shook it, then plopped down in his gray office chair in front of his desk. "I need you to do me a favor. I was sent by…well…a certain someone who I can't say…to do a…well that's confidential, too. Long story short, I'm here, my team doesn't know it, and I need you to cover for me. But only if they ask. Just tell them you needed me for the case because there was something you couldn't hack or whatever, okay?"

Morgan stared back at the wide eyed woman like she was crazy.

"Aaron Hotchner's your boss?" He asked.

The busty blonde bobbed her head up and down. "Yes, why?"

"No wonder he's so stressed…"

"So will you cover for me or not, Hot Stuff?" Garcia turned a thousand shades of red as she realized what she just said. "Oh God! I'm sorry! I…It just slipped!" She bit her tongue as she felt hot tears gather in her eyes.

"It's alright, Baby Girl." He smirked.

"What…wha…huh?" She stuttered in shock and wonder.

"If you get to call me hot stuff, I get to call you baby girl." He winked as he shot her a charming smile that showed off his pearly whites.

"Um…Yes…yes, okay. So now you'll cover for me?" She stuttered with burning red cheeks.

"Yes." She quickly thanked him, slung her purse over her shoulder, and was just about to leave when Morgan gently rested his large, dark hand over her ring covered one as she stepped away from the door. "Look, I can tell something's up. Why are you really here if your boss doesn't need you on this case?"

"Oh, they need me. I just stay in my layer-"

"Layer?" He asked with a mix of confusion, shock, and horror.

"-office and when they need me for something they call me up on their phones or webcam and I tell them what I got."

"Then why not stay there?" He further inquired.

"I…um…well a change of perspective is good for a person, right?" She tried.

"I won't pressure you, but if you need to talk, I'm here. And I don't care if we just met. You hear?" He said with sternly concerned eyes.

"Yes…and we've talked on the phone before. I've met you before now. This is just meeting face-to-face." She smiled at her smart comment and patted his back, saying thank you without the power of words.

Penelope stood, her back to the door's frame, and sighed. He was different. He had good looks, a great, job, everything he needed and probably ever wanted.

But she didn't see a ring.

No pictures of girls except the one entitled 'Morgan Family Reunion-2009'. Was he seriously single?

Little did she know, Morgan was wondering the exact same thing on the other side of the door.

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"I don't see why he can't just-Garcia?" JJ abruptly stopped venting to Elle about her husband, Will, as she looked wide-eyed at the blonde struggling to keep the several bags of luggage in her hands. She quickly jumped off the hotel bed and helped place the carry-ons, suitcases, and several handbags on the small desk. "What are you doing here?" She asked with suspicion.

"Um…well that has a story behind it that I'll tell you later, my golden angel. First you two must hear about my encounter with a very cute police man named Derek Morgan."

"You mean the buff black guy who flirted with us a few hours ago?" Elle questioned with raised manicured brows.

"He flirted with you?" Penelope's heart sank, thinking he was both a player and a cheat, or was just doing it for harmless fun. Neither of those is how she took their brief meeting.

"Honey, he flirted with Reid." JJ chuckled as she placed a motherly hand on her friend's back.

"Don't you mean 'Pretty Boy'?" Elle joked.

"Oh." Garcia said as she flopped down on the bed. "Well he seems interesting, doesn't he?"

"Very." Elle agreed.

"Well we should figure out sleeping arrangements now." JJ stated as she looked around the small room. "I think that couch pulls out. I could take that if you want my bed."

"No, really, JJ, it's fine. I'll take it. After all, I'm not the one chasing after serial killers all day." Garcia truthfully smiled.

"You sure?" JJ asked.

"Yeah. I'll just plug in my babies, if you don't mind." Penelope said as she unzipped her three pink, sparkly bags with cords, computers, and other electronics of all sorts.

"Okay, well-" Elle was cut off by the ring of her cell phone. She quickly slipped it out from her grey slacks pocket and pushed the green button with her index finger. "Hotch. There's another body. He said be at the police station in ten. He'll meet us there with the guys."

JJ groaned. "Can't serial killers hold off for a little while? There's a pool with a hot tub downstairs…"

"You coming, Pen?" Elle asked over her shoulder.

"Unless he calls me, no way. I savor my free time…even though I'm technically supposed to be working right now." She smirked.

"Okay, well we'll fill you in on everything. Prepare to be called!" JJ said as she slipped out the door, Elle following suit.

Penelope sighed as she heard the door click shut. She quietly walked over to her purse which was still resting on the desk at the entry of the small hotel room.

'He. Must. Sign.' Haley's stern words ran through her mind. 'But Hotch needs to see Jack, too!' Penelope's guilty conscience screamed back at her as she stared at the stapled papers in her suddenly clammy hands.

'Should I confront him? Or will that just make the situation worse' Garcia questioned herself as she pace the room in her five inch heels. 'Maybe I could lie and tell Haley I lost them…Or say he wouldn't sign? No-Hotch would find out either way.' She thought a little more and violently shook her head at the thoughts that crowded her once blissfully ignorant mind of this subject. 'He's not just my boss…he's my friend…my brother…family.'

And she stepped out of the room and walked downstairs, exiting with such silence that the only sound to be heard was the clunk the papers made when they hit the bottom of the trash can.

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"Agent Morgan?" Rossi requested as he stepped into his office.

"Yes, sir?" He replied with focus.

"We have a witness-Emily Prentiss."

"I'll be right there, sir." Morgan said as he pushed in his chair and lazily walked into a room, shook Emily's hand, and motioned her to sit in the chair across from him.

"I'm Agent Morgan. I would just like to ask you some questions regarding what you saw today." He rested his folded hands on his knees.

"Do we really have to do this? I've already spoken to the press and four other agents." The brunette complained with a heavy sigh.

"I'm afraid so. It's critical in a case of witnessing to get all the information we can have. You might have missed something or remember something and different viewpoints are always a good thing when it comes to this stuff." She nodded, seeming to understand now. "Could you please close your eyes?"

"Why?" Her forehead crinkled in wonder.

"It helps you block out surroundings and focus on what you saw." 'Difficult one.' Morgan thought to himself as he sighed inwardly.

"Now where were you just before you saw Christiana Johan being abducted?" He said as she finally obeyed.

"She wasn't abducted. She was getting a call from this guy."

"Okay, and what did he look like?"

"Um…brown hair, muscular…all the basics."

"Anything that stood out?"

"A black eye!" Emily's eyes shot open. "He had a black eye! Just like that picture you showed me before…oh my God. I was so close to a murderer..." She trailed off in thought.

"Alright, Ms. Prentiss…Ms. Pr-Emily! Listen to me." She met Derek's eyes. "Please just close your eyes again, and focus. You're doing great."

"Alright, so what did they say?"

"Um…he confronted her first, but after he watched her for a while. He said she was gorgeous and he wanted to have 'some fun' with her…he really just said cheesy pick-up lines. Eventually they made an agreement. A thousand some dollars for a whole night and breakfast in bed…then she got in his car and all I heard was muffled voices…a little yelling. That's it."

"Alright." He stood up and she followed suit. He smoothly pulled a business card from his back pocket "You know where we are if you remember something, Ms. Prentiss." He stopped her as she grasped the door handle. "And Ms. Prentiss?" She turned and threw her purse over her shoulder. "Be safe out there?"

"I will." She nodded.

'Or at least I'll try…'

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A/N: Sorry it took me a while to update…I was buy beta-ing for a good friend. Please vote on my poll and review to make a girl's day! ;)