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Chapter 10

"Spying is waiting." - C.S. Lewis

[Prentiss POV]

To say this case is difficult would be grossly understated. This case is a freaking nightmare. Every time we get a lead, it either goes nowhere, or the bastard cleaned after himself and there isn't any evidences or witnesses. Told Gibbs I was going for a walk. Forensics hasn't been able to find anything either. I'd been meaning to talk to forensics, but probably won't get to it until tomorrow. I am exhausted.

Well, now I'm lost actually. And I really have to use the restroom. All I know is that I am not on any floors I've been on before. Why did I have to go for a walk. And what is that music playing? Why is it so loud? Wait… is that… Mechanical Bride?! No way!

I follow the music and it leads me to what looks like a forensic lab. Ah, so this is forensics. The loud, rock music is blasting in my ears. Hmm… No one's here. I walk around the lab examining everything. I see some of the victims' clothing and lots of extra large CafPow cups. As I'm about to leave and head to the restroom a black haired head pops up from the other side of the lab. I look confused.

"Who are you? And why are you in my lab? Does Gibbs know about this?" The strange woman asks me.

"Hi, I'm Emily Prentiss. I'm consulting with Gibbs' team on the case you're also working on." I say as friendly as I can to shelter my awkwardness.

"Oh. Yeah. I recognize you. You're always on the news." She says skeptically at me. "I'm Abby."

"Nice to meet you Abby," I smile back at her, "Some pretty sick music you got playing."

"Yeah, right. Who is it?" She asks me, thinking I'm lying.

"It's Plasticon! Mechanical Bride!" I tell her excitedly.

"No way! You know them!?" She squeals excitedly.

"Yes! I totally know them!" I tell her.

"So cool! Okay, I like you now." She tells me.

I laugh. "You know, I really do know them." I tell her.

"What do you mean?" She asks me.

"I mean, I could call the lead singer, she's a friend of mine. She'd hook you up with tickets, you can probably meet the whole band." I say.

"NO WAY! OH MY GOSH. EMILY PRENTISS YOU ARE AMAZING!" She screams at me!

I laugh. "In fact, this is the lead singer's phone number. Tell her you're a friend of Emily."

I hand her the piece of papers with numbers on it. You'd think I was handing her the holy grail.

"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" She exclaims at me before she hugs me.

"Hey Abby," I say quietly.

"Yes, superwoman!?" She replies.

I laugh at my new nickname, "I really have to pee." I answer.

"Oh, sorry. Right this way, Superwoman." She leads me to the restroom.

Kentucky

[POV JJ]

Ever since we saw Emily on the news everyone, but Rossi, has been pretty ticked off. Rossi is pissing me off too. How dare he defend that woman after she betrayed us like that.

I walk into Garcia's room the police station has delegated to be her temporary lair.

"Garcia. I need you to do something for me." I tell her, "But you cannot tell the team unless I say so."

"What is it…?" She asks me hesitantly.

"I am concerned for Emily," I fake concern. I hate lying to Penelope, but this is the only way she'll agree to do what I'm about to ask her.

"Me too," She replies, with real concern.

"Can you hack into the NCIS building's cameras?" I ask her carefully.

"Of course I can Blondie, but are you sure?" She asks me doubtfully.

"I'm sure." I say.

She nods.

Five minutes later, she has all the cameras up.

"Now we have to find Emily." I tell her.

She nods.

"Got her!" Penelope exclaims as she focuses the camera on Emily.

"Aw. Poor babe. What is it? Midnight? And those dogs have her still working the case. They aren't even there with her." Penelope sympathizes.

"They probably don't even know she's there." I dismiss the idea of sympathy towards Emily.

Emily gets a text. She picks up her phone and smiles as she replies. She laughs.

"Why can't we see her phone?" I ask Garcia impatiently.

"The cameras aren't at the right angle. And they're aren't any reflections."

She looks at her phone again, this time she busts up laughing after reading it.

Who is she texting?

We watch her intently.

The elevator door opens, Emily doesn't seem to notice.

"Someone's coming!" Garcia whispers loudly.

Is that Gibbs? Ugh. Of course.

"What is he doing?" Garcia asks.

I look back. He's behind her and has his hands over her eyes. They both laugh and she turns around. He says something. She replies.

"Can't we hear them?" I ask Garcia impatiently.

"No. They're just cameras." She replies disappointed.

He hands Emily a coffee cup. She smiles and whispers something in his ear.

"Now what's going on!?" Garcia whispers loudly.

They both laugh and Gibbs hands her a box. Emily looks surprised. He nods at her to open. She opens it. Then they both erupt in a fit of laughter. She hugs him, he hugs her back.

"I swear to god, what is going on!?" I yell.

"Are you okay? Is everything alright?" We hear Hotch's voice.

"Yes! Everything is fine. JJ is just.."

He walks in. He stops for a moment and looks at the screen at the two of them hugging.

"What are you doing? Is that Prentiss? And Gibbs.?" He snarls at us, "Turn that off. Now."

Garcia's eyes are wide, "Yes, Sir." She says as she turns it off.

Hotch leaves the room.

"Holy shit." I say.

"Ditto." Penelope says.

"Don't worry. I saved it," She adds.

I smirk at her.

A/N: What was in the box?! I hope you guys liked that! It was for you guys. And I hope you liked Emily and Abby together. For some of you extreme Paget fans, you'll know that young Paget was in a rock band, Mechanical Bride. Plasticon is one of their songs. So, now Hotch is really jealous. JJ and Garcia are pretty confused on what Emily is doing with Gibbs. We all know what a big gossip Garcia is. Yes, JJ is still pissed off.

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