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Helaina OUT!


"I don't think you should go. Now that I think about it, it's just not safe..." He had looked at Emily with stale eyes; begging her to change her mind. "You know it's not too late."

Emily paused for a second, before pulling her red tank top over her head and laughing nervously. "You didn't have any problem with me doing this yesterday; I don't see what's changed." She turned towards him. "This needs to be done, you know that. We're not going to stop this creep unless I do this."

"We'll find another way." The man said quickly, standing up from the bed and moving over to her. "We can find someone else to do it, it won't be that hard!"

"No." She said firmly. "I've already agreed to this, I'm not backing out at the last minuet."She faced him and took one of his hands in her own. "This is my job. You should understand that more than anyone else! Why don't you tell me what's bugging you?" Emily had a idea what it was, or at least she knew what she wanted it to be; but she couldn't be sure. She wanted to her it from HIS lips.

And he knew what he wanted to say, he had rehearsed it over a hundred times in his head ever since she joined the BAU. He just never had the guts to admit it out loud. So, as always, he took a step back and shrugged. "Nothing... Can't a friend just worry about you?" He smiled at her before marching quickly into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and starting the shower. Emily watched as her locked himself in, and let out a labored sigh. 'Dammit...' She thought. 'I seriously thought he was going to say it...'

She looked at her wrist watch and almost yelped. It was ten in the morning! She was meeting Morgan and JJ in ten minuets to get her 'all done up for her night out'. Gee, this was going to be fun... She shuddered at the idea of her walking into the station wearing less than the girl in the Fifth Element.

Today was not going to be fun...


The FBI agent got out of the shower, not a few minutes later, to an empty room. "Emily?" He called out, frowning. "Emily?" The room wasn't that big, and there weren't many other places she could go; but when he saw the note on the bed he knew he was going to regret not saying goodbye. So he slowly walked towards the bed, picked it up, and began to read.

I really don't think they sell these kind of thank you cards, so a plain piece of paper will have to do, so: Thank you. Thank you for making this experience worth waiting for, and thank you for making it an amazing memory. I only hope that it was as special for you as it was for me.

He gulped. She really had no idea...

Anyway, JJ and Morgan are taking me out to slut me up (wish me luck!) and be sure to keep any sharp objects away from me when I return to the station, because knowing Morgan, I'm bound to want to kill him by the end of it! And if you laugh when I get there then it'll most likely turn into a double homicide. So beware!

Thank you again, and I'll see you later.

Emily

Shit... He sometimes hated it when he was right...

He did regret not saying goodbye.


"Woah! No no no! You are NOT getting me in that!"

Emily stared with wide eyes at the dress Morgan was waving in front of him, a smile playing on his lips. "Aww, c'mon! This will definitely get the boys drooling."

Emily grabbed it off of him and forced it back where he found it. "I may have to dress like a whore, but that doesn't mean we have to go all out! Now... try to find something a little lessrevealing."

Morgan shrugged and went about finding something that would reach her expectations. "So..." He eventually said, quirking an eyebrow at her. "How did our Lover treat you last night? Am I going to have to kick his ass?"

"Morgan!" Emily groaned, turning to him with hands firmly resting on her hips. "I am NOT discussing this with you, so you might as well drop it right now!"

"But-!"

"Right. Now!"

Morgan knew he was fighting a loosing battle, and he also knew that she would eventually spill everything to Garcia. So it was only a matter of time... "Fine! But the next outfit I choose YOU have to wear!"

"Deal." Emily said, shaking his hand. JJ creeped up behind her with a large smile plastered on her face, which instantly made Emily suspicious. "What is it JJ? What have you done..?"

"Nooothing!" She said, still smiling. "Just, oh I don't know, bought your make up!" She held up a bag filled with God know what. And JJ refused to let her have a peek. "Nuh uh! Not until we get back to the hotel! Otherwise I know you'll try to return it all!"

"I hope you guys know how much I'm starting to hate you..." She growled. "Oh GOD Morgan, what in the hell is that?"

Morgan held up the outfit with a grin. "This, babydoll, is your outfit for tonight!"

"OUTFIT?" Emily snapped. "THAT'S NOT AN OUTFIT, THAT WHAT YOU'D WEAR UNDER AN OUTFIT!"

"Whatever." They both scoffed. "That doesn't matter anyway, remember, you made the deal, so it's your own fault!"

Emily scowled at the pair of them, wishing that looks could kill... "Fine." She snapped, marching towards the exit. "Now lets get out of here before you find anything else worse than that." She paused to look at the clothing. "Actually, I doubt you could find anything worse than that! Oh well; better safe than sorry!"

JJ and Morgan watched her leave with amused expressions, before smiling at each other and moving to pay for what they had.


WOOP WOOOOOP!

Spencer looked up from his paperwork with a frown. That had been The third wolf whistle In less than a minuet, and he still had absolutely no idea what was going on. "Hey, Hotch?" He asked. "What's going on? Am I missing something?"

Hotch looked at the young genius, and then around the office. His eyes widened and with a grin formed on his face, he motioned towards the entrance. "I think that's what's going on."

Spencer turned in his seat, only to almost fall out of it seconds later. Emily Prentiss, the most beautiful, sexy creature Reid had had the pleasure of pleasuring all of the previous night, was standing in the middle of the room wearing the smallest black dress, red lipstick and shoes to match. Every man in the office was ogling her without shame, and the women were eyeing her with a jealous curiosity. Her large eyes travelled around the room searching for something or someone, until the eventually fell onto Reid. "Spencer!" She called out with a smile, tottering over to him in her tall heels.

"Emily." He said, standing up. "Wow... You look-"

"Like a hoe? Yeah, I know, I'm gunna KILL Morgan and JJ! But, I guess I do look the part." She said that with a reluctant eye roll, placing her hands on her hips with a sigh.

Reid smiled at her. "'Amazing'. I was going to say 'amazing'."

Emily just stared at him, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. She was about to deny, but thank him anyway, but one of the officers thought it a good idea to creep up from behind her and pinch her butt. "Aw, girl; what you doin' hanging with that toothpick? Why don't you come and have some fun with a REAL man." He placed his hand on her hips, which made her automatically jerk away.

"Hey!" Reid snapped. "Leave her alone!"

The officer, who was SO much bigger and scarier than he was, stepped closer to the younger agent and glared down at him. "Who do you think you are, saying who I can and can't talk to? She's just a hooker, I can do what the fuck I want."

He moved towards Emily again, and Reid could see the sudden discomfort in her eyes. "No." Reid grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him. "No, you need to leave her alone." The officer was about to say something, and most likely hurt someone, but Hotch was quick to intervene.

"Officer, I would consider it in your best interest to walk away. Right now."

"Ha! And why would that be?" He snorted.

Hotch eyed him for a moment. "Well for one, this is not a prostitute; her name is Agent Prentiss, and she is one of the best FBI profilers we have. Second, I seriously doubt your wife or boss would like the idea of you assaulting one of our fellow agents. And third, if you don't back off, right now, I will kick your ass and make sure you're demoted to that of an unpaid intern."

The officer visibly gulped, and began to sweat under the intense death glare of Aaron Hotchner. "Alright, I'm going!"

They all watched him turn an leave with his tail firmly between his legs. "Wow..." Emily said when the room was clear. "What an ASS!" They all snickered at that. "Oh, and thanks guys; but you know I could've handled it on my own."

"We know." Hotch agreed. "But it felt good to put that moron in his place."

"Yeah, I mean, no one should ever talk to you like that Emily." Reid smiled.

Emily looked at them both sweetly and placed her hands on each of their shoulders. "Thank you, but now to business... I need one of you to pimp me out."

Hotch and Reid gawked. "WHAT?"


Several heads turned simultaneously when the new girl walked into Pandora's Box, with a serious looking dude just behind her. The man standing next to the curtained doorway, just ahead of them, eyed them suspiciously; then slowly walked towards them. "Can I help you with anything baby?"

Emily shifted her weight onto the other foot and fiddled with her hair. "Oh you could help me with a lot of things." She said with a sultry grin; and she was about to move forwards but Hotch grabbed her upper arm and forced her back.

"Stupid bitch..." He hissed dangerously, forcing her to stand behind her and then turned to the man. "Sorry about that, she's here for the job; Crystal sent us."

It seemed that he wasn't going to believe them for a second, but then he nodded and moved out of the way. "She goes in there. You stay out here."

"Right." Hotch said, moving Prentiss forwards and said in a hushed voice: "Don't do anything stupid."

"Alright Sweet Cheeks! See you when I see you!" She grinned.

Hotch left the building with one thought: Emily was a good actress. But she was going to be amazing to get away with this. What Aaron didn't know was that Emily was petrified on the inside, and was so close to falling apart... She wanted to do good for the team, and in order to do that she had to hold it all in.

So she sucked in her gut, and walked through the curtains.


Dun dun duuuuun~!~!~!

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