A/N WOW! Here's the longer one I promised you guys! I hope you like it! I liked writing it, specially the scene between Emily, Reid and Sean O'Connory. Oh and a few people have asked me to pair Emily and Morgan up, so I thought, what the heck, let's do it! I promise you, the chase is going to get clearer from now on, I just had to paint a picture first... But thank you for the lovely people who've reviewed, keep em coming!;)

Disclaimer: I still don't own Criminal Minds...

CHAPTER 4

A smile is the best way to deal with difficult situations. Even if it's a fake one. Used properly, you can fool anyone with them. - Unknown.

"It's weird though" JJ said as she and Morgan sat at a small, cozy little cafe a nice police-man (one of the only ones that actually had welcomed the BAU's help) had recommended. They were sitting in one of the booths, with very nice, comfortable sofas.

"Wha'?" Morgan said, mouth full with bacon and eggs.

"How Prentiss has acted lately"

"Whatcha mean? I haven't noticed abyfing" Morgan said indistinctly, scooping up more food.

"That's what I mean, her lack of emotions" JJ stared thoughtfully into her coffee. This coffee was so much better than the coffee at the police-station. "If I were her I'd be pretty shaken up."

She and Morgan had recently been at one of the suspects, David Gordon's house. He had tried to hit on JJ so she had decided to let Morgan handle it and wait in the SUV. Morgan had come back, angry and frustrated, but had stated that Gordon was not their killer.

"What, why should she act like that?"

"Haven't you noticed it? All of the victims are Emily!" JJ said, frustrated with Morgan. How could he not have seen it?

"You're right... But there have been other cases like this." Morgan shrugged.

"Yes, we've had other killers who have got it for brunettes, but not how their so like her! God Morgan, how can't you see it?"

Morgan still seemed clueless, that JJ explained the whole situation with how everything about victim's jobs, their personal lives, their relations (or none-relations) with their parents, everything and anything seemed to scream Emily Prentiss to her. When she was done, she concluded happily that Morgan looked more enlightened.

"You are right... but we know she's good at compartmentalizing"

"How good anyone be this good at it?" JJ asked, a puzzled look on her face.

"You're right... it is weird, and now that I think about it, I did noticed she looked a bit worse for wear before you briefed us on this case" Morgan said, eyebrows crinkled together, as if he was trying to remember something that happened a very long time ago.

"You think we should talk with her?" JJ asked him, trying to see any signs of what he thought about her idea.

"I really don't know JJ, I really don't know" Morgan shook his head. He wasn't good at talking with women, no, he was good at talking with women, but then he had a whole different goal in mind. And this was Prentiss, and Prentiss wasn't anybody. Lately, he had been noticing small things about her that he hadn't noticed before. The way she laughed with him when they made fun of Reid, the way her eyes would spark when she talked about their shared interest Kurt Vonnegut with him, the way she walked...

Emily and Reid were in Sean O'Connor's house. They had finished talking to Daniel McCray, who had seemed fishy, but, Reid and Emily both agreed, wasn't the person committing these murders. Sean O'Connor, on the other hand, wasn't giving off very much. He had a small apartment in a crappy building. Sean was currently sitting, or rather lying on his couch, staring blankly back at them. Reid shifted next to Emily; he didn't like talking to suspects that much, and this one was currently staring rather contemptuously back at him, his light blue eyes contrasting against his coal-black hair, making Reid uncomfortable.

"Where were you two days ago late evening?" Emily asked Sean, looking down at her notes. She did not notice the change in his face when he looked from him at her, it was filled with something mixed with awe and hatred. When Emily looked up at him again, she saw nothing but a blank face, one washed off of all emotions.

"Here, watching TV" Sean said flatly.

His tone of voice sent shivers down Emily's spine and she had to keep herself from shivering from discomfort.

"Are you here because of the murders? Because if you are, I think you're wasting you're time" He continued lamely, staring at Emily without blinking.

"How do you know about them?" Reid asked him. As he did so, Sean resettled his focus on Reid. He looked at him a while, a almost quizzical, innocent look on his face, then said:

"Are you dumb?"

It was a sentence neither Reid nor Emily had expected.

"Um, sorry?" Reid said, dumbstruck.

"Are. You. Stupid?" Sean repeated, calmly, pronouncing every syllable very clearly.

"No, he is not" Emily said almost angrily, as if she was offended by Sean's question. Sean slowly tared his eyes off of Reid (thankfully for him), watched Emily silently.

"He has an IQ of 187" Emily continued, still on the offensive, but you could hear a hint of proudness in her voice.

"Has he now..?" Sean asked slowly. "Well then he should know that the murders have been on on every news-channel there exists."

Reid, feeling slightly awkward because of Emily's defensive behavior and a tad more awkward thanks to Sean, did not know how to respond. Of course people would know about the murders, there were truckloads of reporters outside the police-station and JJ had even had a press-release about the case. He did feel a little stupid now.

"He knows that!" Snapped Emily.

Reid looked over at her, not believing his ears, but his eyes only verified what he had heard. Emily was trying to stare the Unsub down. Reid put a hand over her shoulder, trying to calm her down. The movement did not get unnoticed by Sean, as his eyes narrowed as he watched their interaction. But, apparently it helped a little since Emily asked more calmly:

"Is there someone who can verify that you were here?"

"Other than my dog-" Sean gestured towards the Pitbull lying peacefully next to him, his light-brown head resting on it's paws, watching them curiously, "-no."

"Well then... I think we are done here" Emily said and turned fiercely on her heels and walked briskly out of the dor. The pitbull raised his head and kocked it slightly to the side. Sean put a hand on it's back, and it yawned and went back to it's original position.

As Reid was about to follow her, he noticed Sean's glance linger on Emily's retrieving form a second too long, before he locked eyes with Reid, giving him a little smile.

"Um...Well, thank-you for your cooperation." Reid said politely and turned to leave, he too. But before he did so, Sean said:

"Anytime my friend." And gave Reid an almost unnoticeable wink. Reid felt like Sean was talking about something else, only he did not know what, but, too soon, he would know.

"I did most certainly not like him!" Emily said angrily as they were driving back.

"He gave off a very discomforting vibe, I agree" Reid nodded, keeping eyes on the road. "You think his the Unsub?"

"I don't know" Emily said, shaking her head. "There was something off about him though, it'll be interesting to hear what the others have found out."

What the others had found out was nothing. None of their suspects were the killer, that was one positive thing, but then again they were running out of leads. Three hours later Hotch told everyone to go home. The only thing they had to work with was Emily's and Reid's not one hundred percent belief that their suspect hadn't been the Unsub. Hotch and Rossi had told them they'd stay behind and dig deeper into Sean O'Connory's life.

Emily sat tiredly down on the front seat, net to Morgan who was driving. JJ and Reid sat behind, talking animatedly about something, Emily wasn't paying too much attention. She relaxed her body as the car began moving. She had always found it nice to sleep in cars. Specially when it was dark outside. She guessed it had to do with the fact that when she was a kid she often fell asleep in cars when her mother had her sent somewhere far away. This was more nice than riding in badly-conditioned cars on bumpy roads somewhere in the Middle East or Russia. Nowadays it was just a habit that had stuck with her.

Morgan took the chance to sneak a glance to his right. Emily's head was rolling slowly from left to right. Her mouth was slightly opened and she was frowning. She was obviously dreaming.

Emily let out a little moan, making something deep in Morgan clench. He tried to ignore the feeling and looked back onto the road. He looked into the driving mirror and locked eyes with JJ. She gave him a knowing glance and Morgan quickly broke eye contact. He wasn't in the mood for that right now. Poor little Reid was obvious to the whole thing and was babbling on about statistics of well, something, Morgan wasn't sure what.

Thirty-something minutes later they arrived at their hotel. JJ dragged Reid away from the car, saying something about that she needed help with something. Morgan looked helplessly at the sleeping woman next to her. He had never seen her asleep before, well, maybe he had, but he had never been alone with her while she was asleep. She looked so peaceful, her face soft, her hair falling smoothly down, framing her face perfectly. Suddenly she let out a little snort and jumped, but continued sleeping. Morgan couldn't help laughing, and he realized, he could sit there all night watching over her. But how to wake her? Even if he would never admit it, he was a little bit intimidated by her and he had loads of respect towards her as well. He knew that she could overpower him anytime she wanted it. He'd make a hell of a good fight, but she could take him out if she wanted. If there was something Derek Morgan knew, was do not mess with a woman, especially not if that woman has a gun, and particularly not if that woman has a gun and is Emily Prentiss.

After a few more beats he mentally shook himself and grabbed Emily's shoulder and shook her gently.

"Prentiss... Prentiss!" No response. She only moaned something and waved lamely with her hand at him and turned away. "Prentiss! Emily!" He tapped her on the cheek. Her eyes snapped open and she jumped forwards, pushing him away and pulling out her Glock, pointing it at Morgan.

"Whoa there!" Morgan said scared, putting his hands up in the air where she could see them. "It's me, Morgan!"

"Oh, sorry. It's the job, you know?" She shrugged. "But, goo-goodmorning!" She yawned.

"No, it's not morning, Prentiss, we have to go to the hotel. Hotch sent us to bed."

"Oh" She unbuckled herself. "Let's go then, what are you staring at?" She laughed at him.

They walked laughing about the recent situation all the way up to their rooms. Morgan had the one next to hers, so they only parted at the doors.

"Well, goodnight then Derek." Emily smiled at him.

"Uh, goodnight" Morgan said. He had to stop himself from grabbing her and pulling her over for a kiss or maybe follow her into her room. Morgan mentally kicked himself for thinking like this. They were working together, there was no way they could do this. What this? There is no this. She obviously doesn't feel like you do towards her, he thought. Emily smiled at him and closed her door.

Suddenly he heard a door open and a blonde head popped out. It was JJ. Of course, he thought.

"So? How'd it go?" She asked.

"What?"

"Oh you know what I am talking about!" She said, frustrated that her friends did not see what was standing right in front of them. "You and Emily!"

"Oh honey trust me, there is nothing going on between us two" Morgan laughed, unimpressed with his own lie. But, technically, it wasn't a lie, Emily had made no signs of being interested in him.

"but-" JJ started, but Morgan cut her off.

"Goodnight JJ." He quickly opened his door and sneaked into his room. He got undressed and headed for the shower.

Emily sank down on her bed, as she had did the night before. She thought about what she could have done instead of 'Goodnight Derek'. She wondered what those lips of his would taste. Those muscles under his shirt... No, she could not let her thoughts wander off in that direction. She went to take a quick hot shower, and then headed straight to bed. Mercifully for her, before her thoughts could wander off in unwanted directions again, she fell asleep quickly and deeply.

He watched them walk up to their hotel. They laughed and talked friendly with each others. He followed them from a safe distance. He hid behind a corner and saw them bidding each other goodnight. Then she finally entered her room. Another door opened and a blonde woman looked out of her room.

"How'd it go?" She asked. The dark man seemed to be as much lost as he felt. After a while it became clear that the dark man had feelings towards this SSA Emily Prentiss. The man brushed the younger blonde woman off and closed his door and so did the woman after him.

He waited another while until he was sure everyone was asleep. Now was his queue. It was now or never. He sneaked silently up to her door, pulled out a pin and started messing with the lock. After a while he heard a faint pop! He pushed the door slowly open. It creaked, but not loud enough to wake the sleeping woman on the bed. He pulled out a long knife and headed towards her. She looked so peaceful, her dark hair all over the place, but in a good way. She stirred a bit in her sleep when he woke her, before she was completely awake. Her eyes filled with terror as she saw the knife and he was filled with the wonderful feeling that was becoming so well-known to him. This was going to be a good one, he told himself yet again.

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