AN/Here's another chapter (I know, I went like forever without updating, then two in one day....you never know what to expect)

Enjoy!

Derek Morgan was in a confusing situation. He was slowly realizing that he was very interested in Agent Emily Prentiss. Morgan had his limits, he could never cross the line with Emily. He had rules, and one of those rules was to never date a woman who carried a gun. While he often had 'late night meetings' with a few fellow agents, never with anyone he directly worked with. Emily was the first woman dangerous enough to make him consider changing his mind. He needed to tread the waters until this case was over, and then he would avoid Emily Prentiss like the plague until his absolute obsession with her was over. He was Derek Morgan, a first-string player and ladies man. He never let himself get hung up on a girl long enough to pine, and he was not going to start now. The attraction for her was not brand new, he was always pain-stakingly aware of her. It always made him sick to his stomach when he would watch male agents try to make her their conquest. He knew what they were thinking, and Emily was not the kind of girl that men could just have one night stands with. But, it was worse now. He had to deal with the fact that he was getting to happy with his cover. Pretending to be married to Prentiss was beginning to become too much. It was hard to pretend to be married to her, and outside of this case, not stand a chance with her.

Emily Prentiss was no better off. From the moment she walked in to the BAU, she had noticed the attractive muscular man in the conference room. As time went on, that man had become one of her closest friends, giving her dating advice and joking with her about everything. She was Emily Prentiss, the daughter of an Ambassador. She knew better than to show her emotions, to let people see who she really was. For some reason, whenever she was with Derek Morgan all of the walls that she had spent decades building seemed suddenly invisible. She wasn't Morgan's type of girl. He deserved someone that was painstakingly beautiful, and she wasn't that girl. She was and always would be the 'best friend' of the knight in shining armor. She wasn't naive. That dark knight would likely never come for her. She needed to be careful, as Vonnegut said, "You are who you pretend to be, so be careful who you pretend to be."

"Ok, I'd like you two to play a little game for me." Dr. Naomi Bright interrupted the individual thoughts of the two seasoned FBI agents. "I'd like you to tell me three things about yourself. Two of them, I want you to think of actual facts that you don't think your spouse would know. The other, I'd like you to make something up--tell a lie." She emphasized the last word as though it were something unheard of.

Emily laughed to herself silently. Wasn't all of this a lie?

"Please mix them up so that it really is a game." The psychologist counseled.

"Mr. Phillips, you go first."

"Ok. I was a cornerback on my college football team. I sing and dance ballet. and..." he thought for a moment, "I like to play tennis." He thought for a moment triumphantly. He was willing to play this game, and he was pretty sure that she wouldn't guess it right.

"Well, I know you played football. You're pretty athletic, so although I'm surprised about tennis, I believe it. But there is NO WAY that you sing--or dance--for that matter." Morgan smirked happily. He had won!

"Too bad I played quarterback baby! You LOSE!" Emily's mouth dropped open at this revelation.

"No way! There is no way you dance ballet! Prove it."

"My coach in college made us take ballet classes, I was pretty good." Morgan quickly stood in a ballet position that Emily was not familiar with and quickly did a full pirouette. Emily simply stared in surprise.

"And the singing?" She managed to ask.

"I'm a baritone. High school choir." Morgan laughed.

"Mrs. Phillips?" Dr. Bright smiled.

"Ok, I played rugby...I was married before...and I was in a band."

"Well, sweet stuff, I bet you got married and were annulled or something sneaky like that. I bet you were in band, probably you played the clarinet or flute or something. I'm saying that you have never played rugby in your life."

"Well, then pay up Mr. Phillips. I was the president of my rugby club at the international school when I lived in France. I was like 15. And, not to brag, but I was great. And I was not in band, I was in A band. It was a lame attempt at a late 80's punk rock band, but it was awesome! We even had a music video. And I didn't play clarinet, I play the guitar. There is a difference." She smiled smugly. She had fooled Derek Morgan.

"Good play."

It was only a few days away, he had to get ready. She had confirmed that it would be them. Now they just needed to get ready.

"Hey, can we mess with Spence a little bit?" JJ whispered to Hotch before Reid came into the room.

"You bet. He's gotten off easy on this assignment." Hotch whispered back conspiringly.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Martin." Reid entered the room and looked up not surprised to see his boss and surrogate older sister in the room. "How's your marriage?"

"Wonderful" JJ contiued "Especially after last night, it seems like a lot of issues were resolved" She said smiled wistfully at her fake husband and grabbed Hotch's hand. Their fingers intertwined intimately.

Reid gulped. It was hard enough to see JJ with Will being all love-y, but when he knew it was fake it was even creepier. And Hotch was actually going along with this?

"We...uh...communicated very nicely" Hotch said as JJ gave out a low purr.

Ok, Reid was officailly uncomfortable. His cheeks flushed violently. This could not be happening to him, Rossi warned him about their last meeting, and he had seen Morgan and Prentiss's daily blowouts, but this was something else.

"Things are working out great, really, this has been the best thing for our marriage" JJ snuggled closer to Hotch, who put his arm around her lovingly.

"Well...erm...I think that we...have made great progress today, how about we end there." Reid suggested, his voice cracking to a note only known by dogs.

"Really, I thought we were just getting started." JJ replied seductively.

AN/The support for this story has been incredible! Thanks to everybody who has sent suggestions or feedback, it has been super helpful. If you're reading my story 'Appearances are Decieving', you may notice that they are similar. I'm trying to keep them completely seperate, but I am the same person so there is bound to be similarities. Thanks for reading!