Author's Note: Another week, another update. I'm getting kind of sick of the chain of reruns but at least they're good reruns. Actually, I can't think of an episode of CM that's actually sucked. Granted, I'm still working on the first couple of the seasons and there are some frustrating moments related to my various ships but overall…there has been no shark jumping. Yet. Anyway, here's a short but sweet update and I hope you guys enjoy it.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"Are you kidding me? It's the ultimate Revenge of the Nerds! There are men all through the Bureau who would chop their finger off just to get her to smile at them and she's marrying one of us…"

"…kid's got a lot to him than I thought. Either that or Prentiss is a little too into the Cougar thing…"

"…lucky bitch! She's got one of the best guys in the Bureau! You know I've been trying to get his attention for years, now? I guess I should've dyed my hair…"

It's amazing how high school behaviors can thrive so well in professional environments. I suppose I should've expected this...

Emily shook her head and took another bite out of her chicken club. It was a slow day upstairs so after finishing her paperwork, she decided to head to the cafeteria for sustenance and sunlight. The eastern part of the room was designed to be like a solarium (made out of bullet proof glass, of course) and looked down into a park like garden. She smiled as she spotted Garcia picking some resilient roses from the bushes, probably to brighten up her domain…

"That's quite a band you've got there. Family heirloom?"

She startled as Mick Rawson pulled up a chair to her table, sitting in it backwards. Last she checked, he had transferred down to Atlanta to coordinate with SWAT and had gotten a promotion. Since when was he in Quantico?

"Uh, yeah. It's his grandmother's ring. It's part of a set."

"Ah, yes. The good Dr. Reid. You know, I figured that he had the hots for you but I never thought of you and him together."

"That's because you were too busy undressing me with your eyes." she replied dryly, making him shrug in acknowledgment.

"I'm not going to deny that. So, you've died, come back from the dead, gotten engaged, and broken a slew of hearts…what are you going to do next, Agent Prentiss?"

"Screw my new husband at Disney World.", she deadpanned.

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"So, how exactly did you ask her, Reid?" Hotch inquired out of nowhere.

"I'd like to know myself. Never know when I might need a reference." Rossi tacked on dryly.

One of these days, he was going to get his stupid blushing under control. All it did was make people treat him like a child and open him wide open for…

"Come on, kid. Don't look so embarrassed. I mean, it's not like you asked her in bed, right?"

Idly, he wondered if he could fry an egg on his face and he half heartedly threw a rubber band ball at a now howling Morgan. When Rossi and Hotch started laughing too, he gave them all a steely glare.

"All right, yeah. I asked her in bed. We were naked and post coital and I looked at her and I realized that she is the last person I want to see before I die whether it's when I'm 89 in a nursing home or 29 on an UnSub's barbeque skewer. Laugh it up if you want but she said yes and meant it. That's all that really matters."

When he turned back around, he met Emily's soft gaze over the divider wall.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough. You know, for someone who says they're lousy with women, you sure know how to say the sweetest things."

"Telling our family that I proposed to you post orgasm is sweet?"

"Telling our family that you proposed to me post orgasm without a bit of shame is sweet. See and accept the difference."

"Yes, dear."