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The gun, as weird as this sounded, was familiar, a friend in her hands. Guns protected her more than self-defence (she was a black belt in karate) and she had no hesitance when it came to guns. She wasn't a maniac, but she couldn't help but feel a slight release of tension when she pulled the trigger on a gun- not at a person, per se, but at a harmless target. However, looking around her team, she could assess that her fellow agents were slightly different.

JJ looked concentrated and focused, but anyone could tell she didn't particularly enjoy using her gun at all. Morgan used his gun with the slightly self assured confidence of someone who thought they didn't really need a gun, but what the heck. Hotch used his gun with authority and experience, each shot particular and precise, an impassive look on his face, his gun was just a weapon to him, something to be used. Gideon used his gun sparingly, making only vital shots, his face calm and collected. Reid's long fingers trembled very slightly on his gun, and his face was quivering in utter concentration, and each shot was made with the very faintest linger of hesitance, but he wasn't bad by any means.

Amy was completely different.

Stepping back, she fired. Once, twice, three times, each time as fast and blurred as the next. Within three seconds, her 'target' was very well dead.

As she turned, she blinked, seeing the slightly surprised looks Morgan and JJ were giving her, and smiling a sparkly smirk at them (Morgan in particular) she turned and fired again.

Morgan had been going through firearms practice, before deciding to check on Amy. She was strong, he knew that, she had self defence and attack down fine. But guns were a woman's weakness a lot of the time, and he wasn't being sexist, he was being factual.

Stepping over to her shooting section, he watched as she looked around the room, her mind clearly elsewhere. Morgan couldn't help but hope she actually passed her firearms test- she looked so detached and unfocused.

"I wouldn't worry. The Pentagon's intense when it comes to guns." JJ commented as she stood beside him, her orange glasses still over her eyes. Morgan shrugged.

"Yeah, but doesn't mean Amy was one of those shooters." Amy suddenly sprang into action, her eyes narrowing slightly and going focused. Her arms out, she shot triple bullets so quickly Morgan could barely hear the separate shots, only seeing the three separate bullet holes in her target, and her face, staring at them, a sexy smile on her face before she turned back and shot one more time.

"I thought you didn't do women with guns," JJ murmured in his ear, and Morgan shrugged, a grin on his face. "I guess I'll have to make an exception," He murmured, before smirking and turning away.

Morgan was in a mess in his kitchen when the doorbell went off. Dressed simply in his trademark black V-neck, blue jeans and dusted lightly in flour, it was a sight most girls would die for. And Morgan knew it.

Worriedly, he rushed to the door, opening it. "Hi, how much will-" He froze at the door, his eyes widening. Amy was standing there, smiling shyly at him. Her hair was in a high messy bun, detailing her cheekbones and beautiful brown eyes. In a striking scarlet red dress and black stilettos, Morgan was certain he couldn't breathe for a couple of moments before she laughed slightly at his reaction.

"Too much?" She questioned, handing him a chilled bottle of wine, the condensation cool on his fingertips. "No, no, no, no." Morgan protested, drawing her in for a quick kiss. "You look amazing." He punctuated his point with a brief kiss on her neck. She smiled at him, her eyes glittering. "Good. And did I tell you? The doctor said it was okay for me to engage in physical activity." She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at him, making him shiver slightly before she headed inside, a confused look on her face.

"Derek… what's that smell?" She questioned, as a Chinese man walked up to the doorstep. "$36.50," He chirruped loudly, as Morgan attempted to discreetly pass him the money in exchange for two bags of steaming Chinese takeout. Amy stood beside him, a giggle on her lips as Morgan closed the door. The kitchen, overflowing with burnt and messy cluttered dishes behind him, a sheepish smile overtook his face.

"What happened to, 'I'll cook for you Amy, something other than my chicken soup that I know you adore. Just you wait and see- I'm not just a pretty face'?" Amy imitated, taking one of the bags with a teasing grin on her face.

"Okay. So let's just say, hypothetically of course, that I tried to cook… and burnt everything and messed up the kitchen? And then I ordered Chinese and was considering passing it off as my own? Would you run away from me? Hypothetically, of course." He smiled innocently, stepping closer to her and setting the takeout down thoughtlessly. She smiled at him playfully, resting her hands on his arms as he snaked his hands around her lower waist. "Hypothetically?" She questioned in a low voice, and he nodded. "Well… I'd think that the hypothetical guy maybe is a one soup wonder," She said dryly.

"But it's a good thing, because I love Chinese." Grinning, she disentangled herself neatly and grabbed one of the bags.

"Also," She added over her shoulder, smiling at Morgan. "If worst comes to worst, at least I know you make good chicken soup!"

Meanwhile, Reid was tolling away at the office, mulling over a case file with a XXL Macchiato keeping him company. "Spence?" Looking up, he saw JJ standing there, looking confused. "What are you still doing here?"

Spencer smiled wearily at her. "The answer's right here, in front of my face. I just can't see it," He said in a frustrated voice, tapping the file irritably. "You should go home. It's late," JJ told him gently, and Spencer shrugged.

"Yeah, okay." Gathering his things, JJ hesitated one more time.

"Hey, when you worked the honeymoon case with Amy, did you… did you act like her husband? Kiss her and all that?" She questioned curiously. Reid fought to keep the blush off his face, nodding primly.

"Yeah. It was all part of the cover," He babbled, and JJ nodded slowly.

"So. You think she's a good kisser?" She giggled, and Reid turned away, his face crimson. "Um, I'd rather not, er, talk about that JJ. I'll see you ah, tomorrow." He stumbled before hurrying out, leaving JJ chuckling.

"Okay. It's official. I'm stuffed." Amy half giggled, half groaned. "Am I turning into a dumpling? Is that possible, if you eat too much?" She questioned, and Morgan shook his head. "I don't know what you're on about, weird Amy doppelganger dumpling." He said seriously, making Amy laugh, crawling over to him and nestling into him fondly. His chest was hard and sculpted beneath her head, and propping her head up, decided to tell him just so… but the words evaded her.

"I like you." She told him randomly instead. "Are you drunk?" He teased, poking her gently but tugging her closer to him. "No," She protested. "I'm a bit tipsy. But I'm not drunk. I'm a real lady, Derek Morgan." She giggled. "Okay maybe I'm a bit drunk. How come you're not? You drank just as much as me." She complained, and Derek laughed, leaning in and kissing her neck softly, making her body shiver. "Lightweight." He murmured, kissing up her neck and staring into her eyes. "Lush." She mumbled back, but slunk her arms around his neck.

Kissing her gently on the lips, she felt her neck prickle in anticipation before she tightened her arms around his neck, kissing him softly. He smelt good, intoxicating and manly, and weirdly familiar.

"Hey," He said finally, pulling apart. She nodded, looking at him. This close, his eyes were like melted chocolate, melting her. A very brief flash of hazel interrupted her thoughts, but she pushed them away- tonight wasn't going to be interrupted by idle Spencer Reid memories.

"Hotch wanted to know if I was dating anyone. I said I was, I didn't say you in particular but… if we're going to you know, be together officially, we should run it by him." He said finally, sounding a touch nervous. Amy stared into his eyes.

"Officially?" She repeated. "Like… you being my boyfriend? Like, holding hands, breakfast in bed, roses on Valentines day, spooning and cuddling boyfriend?" Derek nodded, his eyes unreadable. "You?" She repeated, as he nodded tersely. She paused, touching his tense, warm arm. Her head was kind of dizzy, and if she squinted, the light was all bouncy. But, she barely had to think, leaning in close.

"I'll talk to Hotch-man tomorrow morning… boyfriend." She teased, giggling when Derek leaned in and kissed her firmly. His lips were peachy. Peachy? She chuckled into his kiss, bringing him closer before pulling away. "We should clean the kitchen. I don't like messy things." She sighed dramatically, but shrieked out a laugh as Derek pulled an arm around her waist, pulling her on top of him.

His lips were intent and fierce, a tiny bit chapped and entirely dominating as they kissed, not able to get enough of each other.

They'd made out before- each time getting hotter than the next- but right now, the moment was accumulating wildly. His kisses trailed down her neck, his lips soft and tantalizing, making her moan softly into his ear. Their bodies close, she could feel his hands slipping under her shirt, pulling it off.

Eagerly, she pulled off his shirt and roamed his rock hard abs, wondering just how she'd gotten to this point, but not dwelling on the fact for too long before crashing back into Derek with another intent, hungry kiss. Their bodies close, his hands were trailing down her thighs when… a loud, angry beeping interrupted them.

Shit.

It wouldn't stop, and finally, Derek pulled himself off of her, a slightly pissed off look on his face.

"Hello." He grumbled into the phone, but his expression cleared slightly as he sat up properly, glancing at Amy.

"Yeah, I'm with her… we'll be right there." Breathlessly, Amy sat up. "It was JJ," Derek sighed, opening his arms. She fell into his hold, before he reluctantly let go of her.

"There's a case, and they need us in straight away. And while they're at it, they'd also like to take our senses of social life too." Amy guessed, her voice still slightly woozy, and Derek nodded, laughing slightly. "Why couldn't I get a normal job." He groaned, as Amy stood up, giggling. "Hey, just stay there for a minute… yeah." Derek told her, grinning as he checked her out, dressed in only her lacy black bra.

"You're such a guy," Amy complained, laughing as she pulled on her shirt. He tugged on her hand, making her fall on top of him as he pressed his lips against her. "I'm your guy," He whispered into her ear, before kissing her one final time.