Hi hi readers! Oi college has been a real drag with regards to my writing time BUT I am back with another chapter! Sorry to keep everyone waiting but the next one will be out sooner, namely because of the cliffy! Can't keep you all waiting too long after that.

Disclaimer: still only own the DVDs.

To SiSi: I THINK 12 is on YT, 13 might be as well. I own the DVD so I really have no idea where they are online but try looking again? Might be uploaded by now.

I'll get to the other reviews after, I'm sure you want the story first!

The moment Mick Rawson stepped into Luthor's Topline Jewels, he realized there was an entire world of serious-girlfriend-related experiences he'd been missing. From the dimmed upper lights to the bright, refined bulbs reflecting on the jewelry cases, sparklingly clear to best display the valuables within, this was something else to a serial dater.

It was magical. His eyes shone, glazed over by the glimmering diamonds' reflections and the classily-done lighting. One of his wealthy friends had recommended the store as simply the best jeweler in all of London – if you had the money to front, that is. And the Interpol credit card certainly provided said funds. The staff were primly dressed, not a hair out of place, but their smiles were genuine. The sniper was amazed such people could be found, but based off the prices he could see easily of the bracelets close to the door, they were well-compensated for being truthfully cheerful to even the most difficult customers.

Extravagant but professional murals, reminiscent of lavish medieval castles and the nation's heritage, decorated the walls, surrounded by elaborate paneling on the top and bottom. The muted colors didn't take away from the classiness of the room, and Mick wondered if places like this even existed in America.

Perhaps he'd simply never looked for them. Such high-end establishments were not for casual one night stands – way too much money. But now he had a darling wife who came from the sort of family where these wonderlands of fabulous were commonplace locales to frequent. Whether for dates or to buy something, as a couple, this would become his new stomping ground.

He was too star-struck to glance at Gina; the Brit's eyes fixated on the cases of diamond rings. It was tempting to buy one for himself but that might give the wrong impression. Although there were rings with diamonds intended for men…

Then someone blocked his view of the closest ring display and he scowled, moving forward to shove them out of the way before realizing it was his very own bride. His hands were already in motion so he swiftly changed their target and grasped her upper arms, hoping it looked a bit more like a tender embrace than a clawed assault. She looked behind her, smiling.

"Hello, hello, my name is Rob and welcome to Luthor's! I will be available to help you with everything you need. What are your names and what are you looking for today?" a well-dressed gentleman recited. His tone was sincere and upbeat – obviously a professional salesman of high-end establishments.

Mick took the lead in replying, as he figured was the custom in upper crust jewelers, "Mick Rawson, this is my wife, Gina. We're here for an engagement ring, to buy one."

Rob's expression didn't waver; at least, to anyone who wasn't a trained profiler, it didn't. The agents could see his strong confusion at a married couple looking for a ring, though he masked it well. Practiced in the art of facial neutrality, the salesman maintained a positive look, clearly the best way to keep a sale.

"Our old one was taken by Interpol. It was swapped… with a stolen one. We're here to replace it – you understand how these things go," Gina offhandedly remarked, apparently quite a bit more in her element here than her man. She skimmed the case closest to them, disinterested. The diamonds were small and the metal was silver, nothing on par with the original ring.

She walked forward, quite pleased that the usually-overconfident sniper silently followed her. It was oddly satisfying to have him so docile and uneasy. Perhaps she was picking up some of the unsub's kinks, like seeing a cocky, grown man so out of his element and reduced to trailing a dainty girl.

Or maybe Mick Rawson just plain needed to be knocked off his throne every so often.

The diamonds got progressively larger. Mick pointed to the gold rings, picking out his favorites. The blonde was surprised how opinionated he seemed to be about the ring – she wasn't aware most men could criticize engagement presents in such detail. But if a single tiny diamond looked out of place, he rejected the whole ring without a second thought.

Several of the rings weren't clear enough for him. Most didn't sparkle enough. He wasn't a fan of any slightly off-color diamonds. His nagging seemed to be grating on Rob, whose cheerful demeanor looked to be weakening by the minute.

"Mick, baby, I thought we were looking for my ring," she pointed out quietly, watching as his face reddened slightly.

"Of course we are love, I just don't want to settle for something that's not good enough…" the sniper countered, which was surely a mistake. Rob gasped in offended horror before he could stop himself.

"Sir, I assure you, we have never seen a dissatisfied customer. There will be a ring good enough for you, see here, this selection of prime diamonds – surely one of them must be good enough for you!" Rob spluttered, his voice growing higher with each word. Gina could see where this was headed and quickly intervened.

"I like this one," she stated bluntly, aiming her finger once again at a random ring. All three turned to look at the lone ring sitting on a plush cushion, by itself to stand out.

Mick, still with his hands on her arms, was close enough that Gina could feel his erection rapidly harden against her back. She blinked in shock, surprised at his unwaveringly locked stare at the ring. It was almost exactly like the first ring, only slightly bigger, and the gold was more vibrant.

He'd never even looked at her that way. She frowned, bottom lip pouting out to say she wasn't happy. The sniper seemed to not notice her, still entranced by the flawless diamond. He wasn't even moving to pull his credit card out. The only thing that snapped him out of his trance was a high-pitched, airy woman's voice calling his name.

His head whirled around in clear recognition of the individual. Gina was slower to look, though she had a feeling she wouldn't be happy with whoever it was.

Two women clad in sequined, very low-cut dresses waved to the sniper, beckoning him to come over as they giggled. The American girl scowled as 'her' husband trotted right over to them, forgetting his beloved ring and less-beloved wife. If these British tramps thought they were going to steal her man right in front of her nose they had another thing coming. Rob could see the ensuing cat fight and strategically stepped back from the situation, which conveniently brought him closer to the button to summon security as well.

"Marjory," name number one on Gina's hatelist, "Nina," scratch that, she was name one, Marjory could be number two, "bloody good to see you two dolls!" Mick exclaimed, stopping awfully close to the girls. The blonde's hair bristled; if he didn't move away when they swayed closer, things were going to get ugly.

"Oh isn't it? We heard you'd be in the area and just had to see you again. We've got this smashing party tonight and a hotel room…" Nina carried on, chattering more about their vain plans for the evening.

Gina saw red. A hotel room indicated one thing – they were trying to accost her own lawfully-wedded husband into a threesome right in front of her. In a high-class jewelry store; the profilers were buying an engagement ring for crying out loud. Mick was casually shrugging off their request, disinterested in any sort of sex acts with either woman, but his sweetie didn't hear any of it.

Her fingers clenched around his wrist in a painfully tight grip. His entire arm jolted uncomfortably at the circulation-stopping grasp. But that was nothing compared to the brutal death glare Gina aimed at her rivals. It clearly stated 'if I see you around him again you will wind up sliced to pieces in a gutter'. A bit gruesome for someone who upholds the law to be conveying but it needed to be said.

She tugged as hard as her slender figure would allow, nearly toppling the Brit, who stumbled to keep up with her as she lead him back to the ring.

"I want that one," Gina huffed, pointing once again at the flawlessly darling ring. Rob tentatively emerged from his hiding spot, hopeful he could quickly finalize the sale and get everyone out of the store before blood was shed.

Fortunately for everyone involved, Mick could tell he was in trouble and didn't argue. He turned to Rob, "We'll take that ring, mate. Get it fitted and such."

The salesman nodded quickly, hurrying to test Gina's ring finger for sizes as Mick pulled the credit card out. He briefly glanced at the door to see the girls storming out, but a slight snarl from his girl kept his head facing forward. It was quite possibly he'd reacted a bit too casually charming to their advances, especially considering his reputation.

Though he hadn't known the blonde was so quick to assert her dominance. She'd done it almost clinically, scaring her rivals off more than any civilized means of displaying one's claim. Maybe she felt like she had to or he'd take some other woman up on their offer of a good time, if she let any get close.

Hopefully she wasn't too upset – he was still sporting one mean boner from seeing the ring and imagining it on his lovely partner's hand. It would look perfect on her dainty finger, just like everything else about it.

The ring turned out to be exactly the right size for Gina, but she didn't even crack a smile when the sniper cheerfully pointed it out.

"Idiot," Beth Griffith muttered for the hundredth time that day. She exhaled sharply afterwards, then cursed as she broke her pencil yet again by pressing too hard.

"Man, you should be happy for their happiness, not sitting around fuming," Prophet sighed, somewhat bemused with her rage, "Besides, you look like a brooding serial killer, plotting out your elaborate torture fantasy as you get revenge on people you incorrectly believe have wronged you."

He tossed a baseball in the air, a stupid grin on his face as he looked at his coworker hunched over. Her desk was completely organized, as she'd sorted through her papers five times that day to try and get her mind off losing a thousand dollars.

'Elaborate torture fantasy'. Now that had potential, she reasoned. But she wasn't very patient and Mick, Gina, Cooper and Fickler were still a couple days out from returning. That left Penelope, who was safely huddled up in an FBI building, and Prophet, who was sitting across from her in an otherwise-deserted building.

What could she do with him? Rip all his baseball caps to pieces, for one. Those things looked so stupid and unprofessional – nothing like her suits. Then she could reenact some of his favorite prison memories. Oh, there were plenty of ways to get under Prophet's skin and into his fake-Zen mind.

She turned to face him, face devoid of all emotion. Her lips quirked up in an almost unnoticeable smile. But Prophet, being a profiler, saw the creepily muted grin. He scooted his chair back, only to realize Beth was closer to the door than him. He'd never make it.

The brunette kept looking, her expression never changing.

"Beth, man, what's going through your mind right now?" he asked, though it was a terrible question to pose. She wouldn't reply truthfully and he wasn't quite sure he did indeed want to know. But something, anything to break the awful silence suffocating him made up for sounding dumb with a bad query.

She stood up and predatorily inched closer.

"Beth?"

Another step.

"Man come on."

Closer still.

"Man Beth this isn't funny. You know someone's about to walk in."

But it was the weekend and nobody would save him as she continued to advance.

"Idiots," he conceded, as his chair backed against the wall.

Somewhere unbeknownst to anyone, Prophet's one true love felt a pang of unexplainable loss wretch through her heart.

Gina folded another shirt and stuffed it back into her suitcase. She refused to turn around and look at the Brit, sitting shamefully alone on his bed. Though he wasn't the only thing she ignored – the blonde didn't give her ring so much as a glance while she packed.

Which he thought was pretty bizarre, considering he hated to take his eyes off it. Didn't girls love their engagement rings? She hadn't even let him take a picture to post on Facebook. After ignoring him the whole way home, she stormed into the room where her clothes were and began sorting them out, folding each so it fit into the suitcase properly. The same room where all of Mick's things were, thus requiring him to sit awkwardly behind her, being ignored, as his sister and Fickler watched boring as dirt polo.

His iPhone buzzed once again. It was probably yet another old 'friend' asking him to hit a pub that night. He'd turned all of them down; if Gina refused to spend time with him and actually communicate, he could at least do something fun with Jenna before leaving for America.

The blonde snapped. She whirled around and snatched the phone off its discarded place on the bed. Her eyes narrowed as she read.

'mick babes lookin for a good ride, u free tonite? call me hotrod xoxo'

Yet another girl who had no concept of marital boundaries. That or another who knew Mick wouldn't care about them a month into the marriage when the novelty of having a pretty young blonde wife wore off.

She threw the phone, hitting his leg. It bounced pitifully off the jean-clad flesh, landing on the comforter where he could read the message.

"I want a divorce."

Uh oh! Who do you think said that last line? You'll find out next chapter. Will you find out what happened to Prophet? Maybe. ;) Stay tuned! Remember to leave a review if you could and THANKS EVERYONE FOR READING!

Hornswaggler: You're right, I did forget the movie thing, but that was part of S6, wasn't it? Yeah I try to pretend that didn't happen LOL, I tuned out after JJ left but my mom kept watching so I mean, I heard the episodes but I wish I hadn't. I've got a bone to pick with the Doyle arc...
I don't believe Prophet ever actually WENT to the hospital. His arm was bandaged up but we're never shown that he went so I think it's pretty possible he tracks Rawlins down and shoots the mess out of him. I can't tell you how it ends but PRETTY POSITIVE Beth made it out alive based on the special features' comments. I just wish we knew too! Come on, one mention on CM. It's not that hard :C
Anyway thanks for reviewing and Reid/Emily FOREVER!

sunshine: I'm glad you think how I write the CM cast is right on - I'd hope after all the years I've been watching and rewatching LOL. Reid is just fun to write on his little tangents. Glad you're still enjoying the fic and thanks for reviewing as always (:

Stay tuned all I'll return with the next chapter.. soon!