A/N: Hopefully this makes up for my prolonged absence ;)

Katlyn had become increasingly nervous about meeting Mick's sister. From what he'd talked about her, she knew the two were incredibly close, despite the distance between them, and that her approval or disapproval would be important to Mick.

"You seem anxious, love," Mick remarked, as they pulled up in front of his apartment building.

"I'm just worried your sister won't like me," she admitted.

Mick reached over and turned her face towards his before leaning across and placing a light kiss on her lips, "She's going to love you, don't worry."

When they reached Mick's apartment, he led her inside. His sister stood at the stove, but turned her attention from the pot she was stirring as soon as the door opened. There was no denying that woman was Mick's sister, they had the same warm, brown eyes, and infectious smile.

"You must be Katlyn," his sister said with a grin, crossing the distance from the kitchen to the living room and engulfing her in a hug.

"It's nice to meet you," Katlyn replied, returning the hug.

"Mick, I sat a bottle of wine out. Will you pour it in the glasses? Dinner is almost ready."

"You didn't have to go to all this trouble," Katlyn said, "but it smells wonderful."

"It's no trouble, really. I enjoy it, plus I don't get a chance to cook for my big brother often," with that she turned her attention to Mick, "Which brings me to the question of, what do you eat when I'm not around? Your refrigerator and cupboards were literally almost bare, save a box of cereal...which you don't even have milk for, and a couple bags of chips."

"Takeout generally. I'm not exactly a gourmet chef, and I'm the only one that lives here. Why would I cook a big meal just for me?"

"How about because takeout is horrible for you? I don't want you to die an early death from not taking care of yourself."

Katlyn laughed, "If that's the case, then Mick and I are both doomed to early deaths. The closest thing I normally come to taking time for a home cooked meal is a box of mac and cheese or heating up jarred pasta sauce and cooking pasta."

Jenna sighed, "I guess I'll just be happy that he kicked that horrible smoking habit he picked up in high school."

"I will say I never found an appeal to smoking myself," Katlyn agreed.

Jenna laughed, "Mick over here wanted to look like a bad boy. Mom used to want to kill him before he straightened up."

"It's not like I stayed in trouble constantly. I just didn't have the educational drive you did. I made sure I passed, I just didn't care what percentage I did it by so much. I hated school, it's why I went into the military."

Jenna smiled, "I will say you found your place quickly after that. He moved through the ranks quicker than I thought was possible. He was Special Forces when he left to come join Cooper. I still get amused that you taught at the FBI academy though, you were never the most patient person."

"He was one of the best teachers I had," Katlyn said, "That's actually where we met."

"Mick left that part out, he said you two worked together, that was it."

"We do now. He was my instructor two years ago, then I joined the BAU and Cooper sent him to our team for assistance with a case."

"And the rest was history," Jenna grinned.

Once the three of them finished up dinner, they chatted a bit longer before Jenna headed back to her hotel room.

"What time does your flight leave?" Mick asked, wrapping his arms around Katlyn's waist.

"Nine fifteen. I got the latest flight I could."

"So we have some time to kill then," he said, leaning down and brushing his lips over her jaw.

"It would seem so. Any ideas?"

"I can think of a couple," he said, trailing his lips down her throat.

"So far I like where this idea is going," she said, trailing her hands down his chest.

She could feel him smile against her neck before he pulled away and pulled her t-shirt over her head. He tossed the shirt aside before capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

"That rolling the dice, look in your eyes
Too hot to touch
The fire in the eyes fantasy nights
Never too much
Young blood, my love
It's more than enough to, fire me up."

"Young Blood" Hunter Hayes

It didn't take long before Katlyn lay on Mick's bed, only her bra and underwear remaining, as he hovered above her. His fingers traced a scar just below her collar bone.

"You were shot," he said softly, before replacing his fingers with his lips.

Katlyn let out a small gasp as his lips brushed the scar, "Not too long after I got out of the academy. Abusive father kidnapped his son, we tracked him down, he wasn't too happy about it."

She let her fingers brushed a raised line on his stomach, "What about you? When did you get this?"

Mick laughed, "I wish I had some heroic story to go with that wound...but I got in a knife fight in high school."

They spent the next several minutes like that, memorizing each other's bodies, meeting each imperfection with soft caresses and featherlight kisses. By the time his lips found hers again, her body was like a live wire from anticipation.

Both completely undressed now, Katlyn shivered as she felt him brush against her core.

"Mick..." his name left her lips in a breathless plea.

His hand grasped hers as he thrust into her. The pace he set was slow, Mick holding her close, the feeling of his lips on hers and their bodies pressed close left her breathless.

She was the first to reach her orgasm, moaning and clutching on to him for support. Katlyn's legs were shaking, as her body convulsed against his. Mick followed close behind her, rolling them both onto their side, holding her close, once they'd come down from their orgasms.

He kissed her forehead, letting his fingers card through her hair.

"I love you, Katlyn."

"I love you too," she said, kissing him.