Her go bag already in car, Emily headed up the stairs early Monday morning to check on Reid and Riley's apartment. Since they were going to be gone so long and be so far away, the two asked Emily to keep an eye on their place whenever she was in town. Since the team would probably be gone the remainder of the week, she wanted to do a run through before they left for San Francisco today.

Unlocking the door let her into the chilly darkness of the place. That was first on Riley's check list. Attempt to adjust the temperature. The last thing the newlyweds needed to return home to was a flooded apartment because the pipes burst. It took her twenty minutes to finally get the dinosaur of a thermostat working. The heat began filling the place. She only hoped it would last until she returned from California.

Next were the latches on the windows. Once all the living room ones were concluded to be secure, she headed down the hall to the bedroom. It occurred to her that, though she had been to the apartment dozens of times in the last year, this had been the first time she'd been in here since Reid faked his death. It looked fairly the same, except the bed was made this time. The blinds were drawn in here as well. As she made her way over to check the first one, she swore she heard the sound of the door opening.

It was probably just her imagination. She often got nervous when she was alone in a strange dwelling, usually because the reason she was there was to investigate a murder. The first window was safe. She redrew the blind and pulled the curtains over, moving to the second one.

It was so early, the street lights were still on, the sky barely turning a navy blue. Her fingers tested the lock, finding it secure. Just as she reached for the blind, there was a creak of a floor board. Emily froze; it wasn't just her imagination anymore. Slowly, she pulled down the blind, the only light in the room came from the hall. Slowly, she pulled out her gun and headed to the door. She leaned against the wall, listening.

The silence hung for a long time, and she was beginning to think it just been her mind playing tricks on her after all. Then it sounded again, the obvious squeak of the wood. Taking a deep breath, her gun at the ready, she jumped out to face her intruder.

"Jesus!" She cried, spotting Derek Morgan standing in the hall. He stared at the girl with her gun in complete defense mode, an amused grin on his face. "You scared me, I thought someone had broken in!"

"I'm sorry," He said, far from sounding like he meant it. "You usually wake me up when you leave."

Emily hooked her weapon back and headed back into the bedroom. "Yeah, sorry, it was really early, I didn't want to wake you. I needed to check this place before we go out of town."

"I appreciate it… but I didn't get to kiss you goodbye." He followed her inside.

Emily, retrieving the list from the floor, stood up straight and fixed him with an amused smile. "And why is that so important?" she mused.

"Because otherwise, the next time I'd get to see you, I have to pretend I have no desire to see you naked, Prentiss." He explained, moving over to her. His hands slipped on her hips, leisurely pulling her closer. As her body connected to his, he leaned down and gave her a slow kiss. It was captivating, a way that told her that their relationship wasn't just the physical aspect, that he did in some way care about her. She just wasn't sure how much.

Until she did, she would never admit just how much she cared about him… and how much she wanted more from this.

As their lips pulled apart slowly, Emily spread into a smile. "That works better than coffee."

"Reid and Riley might disagree with you on that." Morgan's arms had someone managed to enclose her, whose own rested on his shoulder.

"Reid and Riley have never kissed you first thing in the morning." She expressed, reaching up for a second round.

Morgan pulled away. "Okay, Princess, never joke about me kissing Reid again." He was so serious, Emily had a hard time trying not to laugh. "Riley, I wouldn't mind… but I'd much rather kiss you."

She blushed and smiled as their lips met a second time. It ended too quickly, though, as Emily pulled away. "I have to finish checking the place before work. You can help me."

With two people, the continuing check of the apartment took about fifteen minutes. They met back in the bedroom as Emily closed the closet door.

"Safe is still locked and secure." She informed, getting back to her feet. "I wonder, what exactly a genius and a psychiatrist have that needs to be kept in a safe."

"With those two, I'm not sure I want to know," Morgan replied. "Anything else?"

"Nope, that's everything." She replied, folding the list and slid it into her back pocket. "We've got about an hour. Why don't we grab some breakfast?"

"That's not a bad idea," He replied, moving into her space again. The immediate feel of his hands on her back informed her he had something else in mind. "I've got a better one."

"No," she stated plainly.

"You just said we have some time. What can we do that we both enjoy that won't take more than an hour… twice." He pulled her close to him. It was almost impossible for her not to touch his body when they were like this.

Indeed, within seconds of the first contact, her hands started sliding over the plains of his chest. "It's not that I don't want to… but we don't have time to drive all the way to my place – or your place, it's closer – have sex, shower, and be at work on time."

"True," he agreed, leaning his forehead to brush her bangs. "You have a good point… so why don't we just… skip the first part?"

It took her a second to realize his intention. Shocked, "Here?"

"Why not? We're here, there's a bed, there's no chance we're going to get caught…" he went to kiss her again, but she shifted away.

"Because I will never be able to look either of my friends in the eye again," was her reasoning. "And, also-"

But her second point was silenced by a kiss. It was passionate, setting flame to a fire in Emily's stomach. It was getting harder to refuse him. He held her closer, and she knew how much his hands were itching to travel lower. She herself longed to slip her own under his shirt and feel his strong abdominals under her palms.

"Morgan we can't," She moaned, as he moved down and sucked on her pulse point.

"Yes, we can," Morgan replied, muttering into her flesh. "Think of it as Reid's punishment for not letting me throw a bachelor party."

Her giggle resonated through the empty room. She was still reluctant, but he was easily able to lead her to the bed. Her blouse was tossed aside and Morgan began moving his lips down her collar bone. Emily's last lucid thought was to be sure to change the sheets before they left for work.

Riley sighed sadly at her reflection. Her hips were too prominent in this dress. It was elegant, reaching down to her ankles. The deep purple was superb, the style was beautiful; she loved it, but wasn't sure she had the figure to actually pull it off.

She had stared at herself long enough. It wasn't going to get any better. Smoothing out any remaining wrinkles in the velvet, she gave herself one more dissatisfied look over and headed out of the bathroom. "Alright," she grumbled, grabbing her rings off the bedside table. "I'm ready."

After almost a full minute, Reid responded, "You know… when we get back to America, I'm going to have see a cardiologist if you keep putting on outfits like this."

She looked to him with skepticism as she slipped on her rings and grabbed her purse. "I look awful in this. I don't know what I was thinking when I bought it."

"Are you delusional? You look gorgeous," he stepped over to kiss her cheek.

"You say that when I'm wearing jeans and my jersey." She corrected, his arms sweeping over her stomach as he pulled her to him.

"And I mean it then, too," His kissed below her ear, pulling her as close as possible. "I'm half tempted just to stay in tonight… we could order room service?"

Riley considered it a moment. She tossed her bag aside, turning to face him and reached around his neck. "No, let's go out and have a good time. Enjoy the city for at least one night. You look too handsome not to show off."

She met him in a kiss. Maybe she didn't look very good or maybe it was just her imagination, but either way, Spencer made her feel so beautiful. He always had, and she knew he wasn't lying. Their kiss ended, "Let's go," he said, taking her hand. Her other reclaimed her purse and they headed to the door.

"You know," Riley said as they stood in the elevator, "I still remember the first time you told me I was beautiful."

"Me too," Reid replied, kissing her temple again. "We were in your apartment in Quantico… and we were on your couch… I was so in love with you."

"I loved you, too." She replied, hating herself for taking so long to finally admit that. "I always loved you… I even know the moment I first knew I liked you. Remember?"

He cringed. "I wish I didn't."

"When you spit all over my carpet." She revealed.

His face emitted a tinge of pink. "Can we pretend it was a different moment?"

Her fingers pushed a piece of his lengthy hair behind his ear. "Nope," she said with a smirk, running her hand along his cheek. She reached up and gave him a slow, warm kiss.

With a chime, the elevator opened onto the ground floor. Reid slipped his arm around her waist and led her out, heading for the lobby. He was starting to feel much more relaxed now, not even thinking about unsubs or profiling. Work was slipping rapidly from mind, his concern falling on the next two weeks and the girl beside him.

As they were about to turn the corner, the sound of hushed voices was heard. Reid and Riley both slowed to a stop, listening to the surreptitious discussion.

"This is rubbish! Why do we have to wait around for the next of kin?" A young girl demanded from her companion.

"Would you rather be down in the basement, waiting for the coroner… with the bodies?" The companion answered. Even in whispers, Reid recognized the tone as Patricia, the desk clerk.

"Oh, don't be daft," her friend replied, repulsed. "I just think Lemon should be handling this herself, honestly."

"Oh, she already left, no doubt spending the evening with Andrew," Patricia was annoyed from the sound of it. "Does she really believe no one suspects what's going on between them? The man doesn't know the sharp point of a pencil; why else would she keep such an incompetent git as her assistant?"

The first girl laughed lightly, but it sounded nervous. "I just… don't want to be here. Knowing someone came into this hotel and murdered two people in cold blood…" She couldn't even finish her thought, it was too frightening.

Reid took a glance at Riley, both equally as startled by that. He stepped closer, the better to hear. He kept Riley protectively behind him, as if to conceal her. Eavesdropping was wrong, and Reid had gotten mixed messages from it in the past, but he couldn't bring himself to take them away.

"I don't think it was cold blood." Patricia replied. "It seems a little too… passionate for that. Blood spattered on the walls and all that…"

"You're probably right, but it is very frightening," the friend muttered, her voice nervous. "A horrifying murder took place in the hotel… and no one knew what was going on. Two people slaughtered, right under our noses."

There was a break in the conversation; one so long they began to believe the girls had walked away. Still, though, they were afraid to leave their spot. The fear of getting caught wasn't even a concern.

At last, Patricia spoke up again, "Mr. McLaren said he would be here by eight. He should be arriving any minute now."

"I just want to get it over with." The friend replied. "I can't imagine what the poor man must be going through, coming to claim your brother's effects when such a short time ago, you were celebrating his marriage."

At that, Reid felt the grip of a hand on his arm. He knew they should go, there was no reason for them to listen to this, and it was just upsetting Riley. He couldn't help but have an inkling he'd regret overhearing it later, but Reid couldn't tear himself away. Carefully, keeping Riley protectively behind him, as if they were raiding an unsub's dwelling instead of walking down the corridor of a fancy hotel, Reid moved closer, the better to hear.

"It does raise one question, though," Patricia wondered aloud, "It doesn't seem possible two people could be slaughtered like that… and no one heard them scream."

"Ugh…" the friend uttered, and Reid suspected one of them shuddered from fear. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, it's just… too frightening."

"Yeah, especially when you wonder if the killer is still around," Patricia suggested teasingly, a way to scare her friend further. "It doesn't matter, I believe that's him anyway. Come on."

It seemed as if the girls stepped away. After a moment, Reid peaked around the corner to check they were really alone. Patricia was nowhere in sight, having moved into the lobby with her friend. Reid took Riley's hand and continued walking toward the lobby.

"Well…" Riley exclaimed quietly. "I guess that answers your question about the robbery."

Reid took a glance behind him, as if they were now the one's being watched. No one seemed to be paying them any attention. "Yeah… and by the sound of it, it's not something the hotel has had to deal with before."

"Well, that's good. I guess." Riley looked calm, but her hand gripped Reid's like a vice. "From what the girl's said… it seems like the killer knew the victims personally."

She was right, and normally Reid would agree. But they weren't at work; they weren't even in America. "It's none of our concern." Reid stated with a small smile. "It's awful what happened but… it's not our responsibility to investigate. There's nothing we can do anyway. So let's not worry about it."

Riley agreed. Still nervous, she smiled and nodded. They reached the front entrance and headed out into the chilly London air, unable to leave the dread or anxiety behind.