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Eleven

Emily laughs. "Well, that's great. Really great. Well, look. I'm sorry I couldn't give you a lift. Uh huh. Yeah. Well, it's good to hear you're up and about. Great. Yeah, Morgan's with me. Hey, don't worry about it. You have to work, Will," she chuckles, "There's no need to apologize for that. Yeah, tomorrow. I'll see you then. Okay. Yeah. Okay. Bye."

She hangs up the phone, and Morgan raises his eyebrows. She hastens to explain, "Will's doctor says he can skip his last physical therapy session. Say's the leg's healed up really well and he's clear to get back to work, which is perfect timing because his boss just signed him off to get back on his regular beat."

"That's great." Morgan nods, and they move into another room to examine it. "So… what's going on with the two of you?"

Prentiss looks up at him, startled. "What?"

"You and Will. You spend a lot of time together. You drive him everywhere he needs to go. You let him stay with you and you helped him set up his new apartment. You saying that's just friends?"

Prentiss scoffs. "Yeah. That's just friends. Will's a good guy. He needed someone to help him through a tough time. And it was good for him to know that even though we're JJ's friends, we're his, too."

"We?" Morgan sounds skeptical.

"Sure," she shrugs. "He and Reid hang out every once in a while. I believe it started when Austin moved to DC and they started dating for real…" She cocks an eyebrow and flashes him a wicked smile. "Will's the only person he felt comfortable asking for dating advice, I think."

Morgan looks affronted. "He's asked me a few things."

Prentiss grins. "Well, you've never been in a relationship that's lasted longer than a Mento. Will was in a committed relationship for almost five years. And besides, you make fun of him every time he brings anything girl-related up. We all do, which I suspect is why he still won't bring her around to meet us." Her smile fades, and she glances around the room. "You done? I… I'm done."

Morgan nods, reading the writing on the wall, and they head outside. Prentiss accepts a flyer from the real estate agent as she and Morgan step out of the house. "Thank you."

Morgan pats the man's shoulder as he follows her up the stairs. "Thanks."

Prentiss sighs as they reach the street again. "I don't know."

Morgan frowns. "Emily, what's not to know? It's a beautiful place."

"There are cracks in the foundation," she turns to face him.

He glances back down at the door they've just emerged from. "Cracks can be fixed."

"No, they can only be hidden," she replies. "They're still there."

"What, are you afraid the place is gonna fall down?"

She hesitates. "I'm afraid it's never gonna be as strong as it was…"

He raises his eyebrows. "Okay, somebody's heart is not into it. What's goin' on?"

She exhales loudly. "I don't know. When I first came here, I felt like I was home. And now… it's just an uphill battle." He doesn't respond, and she continues, "People kill for opportunities like this. Am I crazy to walk away?"

"Well you gotta do what's best for you," he replies, watching her carefully from behind his sunglasses. "Follow your gut. What's it trying to tell you?"

She shakes her head and glances helplessly away from him, unable to respond.

At that moment, Prentiss' phone rings, and she answers it gratefully. "Prentiss. Yeah. Okay. On our way." She hangs up and looks at Morgan. "We gotta go in. Bank robbery at Colonial Liberty. Shots fired. Officer down. Hostage situation."

Morgan nods. "Alright. We'll finish this later."