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Summary: "Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, is it, for that reason, to be of no account?"- Jean Paul

A/N: Drabble with 300 words starting after the quote. I like Emily and I hear she's coming back this fall. All is from Emily's POV. The part of the quote in the brackets [ ] are added in and not part of the original quote.

Chapter 2: Emily

"Surely the fact that a uniformed police officer is wearing his [her] hair below his [her] collar will make him [her] no less identifiable as a policeman [woman]."

–Thurgood Marshall

This is just great. A combat class full of men. No, make that boys. A class full of boys. Young, stupid, stubborn, rude boys who think that they are men. And think they want to be FBI Agents. That's the last time I lose a bet to Derek Morgan.

Not only are they the afore mentioned things, they are immature and must think I'm deaf. I hear Every. Single. Sexist. Thing they're saying about me. What century are they from? Do they really think women can't be FBI Agents? Wow.

"When did they start letting girls in this class?"

"We promise to take it easy on you sweetheart."

"Hey Veronica, aren't you supposed to be shopping with Betty or something?" The class bursts into laughter. I pull my hair into my usual ponytail, just like I do when we are in pursuit and walk to this wanna-be agent.

"Veronica? Really? That's all you got?" He gave me the stupid look. I'm guessing that move wasn't a real stretch for him. "You've got one thing right; I'd rather be shopping but I lost a bet to Agent Morgan and now I'm stuck teaching combat to you morons this morning." I watch as their mouths drop.

"What?"

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm SSA Emily Prentiss. I'm a profiler with the BAU."

"Ha," he scoffed, "what qualifies you to teach this class?"

"Well, I speak seven languages; I've lived and worked all over the world, even some Secret Service detail. Plus I already know what you have yet to learn."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Great, a freakin' comedian. Therefore, I show him by punching his gut, sweeping his leg so he falls, two kicks to the side and he's in position for arrest.

"Lesson one: Pay attention to your surroundings and unsub."