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Here's the Emily chapter! But I'm mixing it up…Gus is taking the lead on this one :)

"Shawn, I wanna handle the match-making for Agent Prentiss," Gus said as they arrived at the station the next morning. "I got this."

"Pfft, please Gus," he said. "I don't think match-making is in your best interest. This one has to be done with extreme delicacy. Agent Hotch and Emily are not ones that can be dealt with like the two lovebirds over there." He jerked his thumb in the direction of Morgan and Garcia, Derek leaning over her shoulder to look at the computer screen she was pointing at. The two of them were extremely close to one another. After getting hit with the car, Derek had been told to sit at the precinct and help Penelope with whatever she needed.

Shawn and Gus couldn't help but grin about how successful they'd been with the two of them.

Frowning, Gus said, "I can so do this. I'm going to get her to realize he loves her and she loves him." He put both hands on his hips and grinned widely. "I got this."

Scrutinizing his best friend, Shawn said, "Okay, fine then. But be smart about this. And for goodness sake you gooey cocoa truffle, don't ogle at her the whole time!"

Getting a sloppily suave look on his face, Gus purred, "Oh, that may be a promise I can't keep."

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Emily Prentiss didn't consider her dating life to be extremely successful. Most of the men she'd gone out with had been flakes. She was having terrible luck. And the fact that she had a thing for Aaron Hotchner didn't help one bit. He was her boss, she was his inferior. There were frat rules to contend with, but those would've been just the easy part of a relationship with Hotch.

Morgan and Garcia had seemed to ignore them altogether. Why couldn't she and Hotch?

Maybe because he wasn't interested in her that way.

Get a grip, Prentiss, she thought to herself.

She just had to ignore her feelings. There was nothing for her to do except focus on the testimonies she was pouring over for the umpteenth time from the families of the victims. They were looking for any similarities between the people the women all knew. After a week in Santa Barbara they were still having trouble catching the unsub. Even though Morgan had chased him down, he'd been wearing a hood and no one could've seen his face.

"Hello…"

Emily looked up from her list of testimonies to see the "psychic's" sidekick Burton Guster – or Lavender Goomes as he'd been introduced to them – smiling in an awkwardly seductive manner…but mostly just awkward. She cocked an eyebrow at him and said, "Can I help you?"

He produced a plastic container of muffins from behind his back and set them on the table before sitting down across from her. Folding his hands and setting them in front of him as if he were preparing for a nice long chat, he said, "Please…have a muffin."

Emily shook her head and said, "Er, no thanks on the muffin. I'm good with sticking with the coffee."

He nodded in understanding. Picking up one muffin for himself, he took a bite and looked preoccupied with it for a moment.

Frowning, she cleared her throat. "Er," she began again. "Is there something you need? I'm sort of busy with these." She gestured downwards at her papers.

"Oh this will only take a few moments," he said nonchalantly.

She furrowed her brow. "What will?" she pressed.

"My associate and I have been contacted by the spirits…the love spirits," he said in yet another smoky voice.

She couldn't stop the bubble of incredulous laughter that escaped her throat. "Sorry," she giggled, "you're a nice guy, but you're not really my type. You're too immature and have a terrible diet if you eat all those muffins every morning along with a pineapple smoothie. That and you're a pharmaceutical salesman next to the equally odd job of sidekick to a psychic."

His face changed demeanor immediately at the mention of the profession. "Pharmaceutical sales is an incredibly important job for your information," he muttered. "And I'm not a sidekick. But it's not me the spirits were referring to…it was you."

Trying to avoid the subject of herself, she asked, "So why are you here? I thought your buddy was the 'psychic.'" She made sure to use air quotes around the word "psychic"; they expected her to believe that? The two of them may have gotten Rossi a date, Morgan and Garcia to finally admit their feelings for each other, Reid to cheer up, and JJ to confront her marital problems, but they were most certainly not going to get to her on anything.

"Shawn asked me to pass the message along to you as he's preoccupied with something else at the moment," Gus explained simply. "I'm merely the messenger."

Emily looked out the conference room window and caught sight of Shawn Spencer fiddling with a Nintendo DS.

Oh yeah. He was real busy.

"The spirits wished to tell us that you have a secret admirer," he went on mysteriously.

She smirked. "And who would that be? You?"

He shook his head. "No ma'am," he stated. "But Aaron Hotchner is."

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Shawn looked up from playing Donkey Kong to see Gus retreating out of the conference room where he'd been talking with Emily Prentiss with a slightly frightened look covering his face. Rolling his eyes, he shut his game down and stared at his best friend.

"What is this?" Shawn exclaimed. "Why are you coming out here looking like that?"

Gus rubbed his arm where Emily had punched it. "The woman punched me!" he exclaimed. "I told her Aaron Hotchner was the person the love spirits told us about and she socked me in the arm!"

Rubbing his temples, Shawn groaned. "Gus man! You told me you wouldn't screw this up! Now we'll never –"

"Shawn, chill," he said. "You honestly think it's not going to spark something in her? I bet she'll be all over it. She'll definitely be saying something to him. I can feel it. The spirit of love is strong with her."

"What are you? Yoda?" Shawn snarked.

"Oh, give me a break! You're the one who's been reading Penelope's diary…which is really low I might add!" Gus sputtered.

"Spencer, Guster!" Lassiter hollered.

"Lassie!" Shawn piped. "What can we do for you?"

He glared at them with steely eyes. "What have you been doing that causes all these agents to like you all of the sudden? I find that very suspicious."

"Please Lassie," Shawn said. "I do have charm. And then there's Gus here with his gooey cocoa head. It rivals Agent Morgan's over there."

"You're up to something," he growled. "I'll figure it out too." He stalked away before Shawn and Gus could say anything more.

The two turned to face each other again. "They will be fine, Agent Hotchner and Emily," Gus informed Shawn confidently. "I'm positive they'll be as happy as Penelope and Agent Morgan."

Shawn scrutinized his best friend. "Fine then," he muttered. "But if you screwed this up, I'll not buy you any smoothies for the rest of eternity."

Gus smiled. "I got this Shawn," he said coolly. "It'll all work out in the end."

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Emily couldn't stop thinking about what Gus had said to her. She didn't feel bad about punching him in the arm, but she wanted to know if maybe what he'd said was…semi-true. Maybe if it was then she would have some luck in her love life. If not, well, it would give her some peace of mind. Sighing, she made her way into the room where Hotch was sitting and knocked slightly on the door. He looked up.

"Prentiss," he said in greeting. "Got something from the testimonies at all?"

"Oh, no," she said. "This guy's good." She sat down across from him and looked him in the eyes. Or tried to. He was looking down at crime scene photos. It was now or never she supposed. "Hotch, I was won –"

Suddenly Rossi burst into the room. "Hotch, Prentiss! We've IDed the unsub! He's the boyfriend of the sister of the first victim: Josh Burns! Garcia's got an address for us!"

Hotch rose from his seat and motioned for Emily to do the same. "Let's go then," he said swiftly.