Two days later, the team returned back to work after a rare weekend off. Everyone was at their desk working on mountains of paperwork that seemed to be growing instead of lessening. The bullpen was unusually quiet, so when Derek got up for coffee he found out exactly why. Standing at the door to Hotch's office was an extremely attractive Latin woman that seemed to have every man staring at her. She had dark brown almost black hair that had these natural curls that cascaded down her back. She had an athletic build and flawless caramel skin that could be seen from the skirt she was wearing. What blew him away were the striking green eyes that seemed to boring into his. She took another look and gave him a sweet smile that revealed perfect white teeth and a dimple in her right cheek. She descended the stairs and walked past him while giving him another smile and left the bullpen.

"Who was that, and why does every man in the room feel the need to drool?" Emily looked at Reid's red cheeks, embarrassed at being caught ogling a woman, and laughed. When she decided to turn her gaze to Derek however, she was less than thrilled. She noticed he was now holding some type of business card and noticed the lipstick print on it from her desk.

"I guess our resident ladies man doesn't even need to speak to get what he wants," she said as she brushed past Derek to get coffee for herself.

Derek finally looked up after hearing Emily's comment, and wasn't pleased at the use of 'ladies' man'. He knew people thought of him as a ladies' man, but he didn't want her to only see that side of himself. He decided to go see what her problem was.

"Em, what was that about?" he cornered her as she got her coffee, effectively trapping her in the corner.

"What was what about Morgan?" He did a double take and made sure he heard right. She had just called him Morgan, and something as simple as calling him by his last name set him off. He got in her space and left less than two inches between them.

"What the hell Em? What's your problem? All I did was stand there and she slipped her card into my hand. I can do what I want and shouldn't be judged by that, but I just stood there."

"You're right, you can do whatever you want and you did just stand there" and that's when she 'accidently' spilled a little bit of coffee on Morgan's hand, making him move to grab a towel while she slipped out. She set her coffee down on her desk, and went to Garcia's lair before he came out.

"Emily, where are you going?" Reid looked at Emily's retreating form as she replied that she had do go see Garcia. What she didn't know was that he heard her voice crack as she said Garcia.

What the fuck did I just do? One minute we're cool, pretty close I guess, and the next she's referring to me like she did when we first met.

He pulled the card out of his pocket and read the back: Amelia Rodriguez (999) 123-4567 Call Me Anytime. He looked at it again and threw it in the trash can. No use in keeping it when I know I won't call. Now, I need to go grovel for forgiveness to Emily. He was a man on a mission when he tore out of the kitchen to only find a fidgeting Reid sitting in his chair, glancing nervously between his desk and the exit. He looked to see Emily's desk empty and caught Reid before he could escape with some sort of excuse.

"You don't tell me where she went and I swear kid, you'll need to sleep with both eyes open on the next ten cases"

"She went to see Garcia. But I don't think you should go get her."

"Why the hell not Reid!?"

"Because Emily doesn't like to seem weak in front of us, and the probability of her crying in front of us are highly unlikely…." After Reid said her crying in front of them, he tuned him out. Emily's crying. Oh god, I didn't mean to have that happen I just…I wanted her to be honest with me, not push me away again.He just stood there deciding whether or not to panic before or after he gets Garcia's call at any minute. He royally fucked up now, that's for sure. He decided to wait out the ass chewing that he knew he'd be getting at any moment, and prayed that Em would forgive him for being such an ass.

A half hour later, a put together Emily returned to the bullpen and sat at her desk to return to her work while avoiding eye contact with anyone. Morgan had spent ten minutes trying to decide how to apologize to her, until her cell phone interrupted.

"Prentiss...Oh hi Jason, I'm sorry I've been really busy…No, actually…" Emily paused to look over in Morgan's direction and noticed the sad and almost pleading look on his face then decided that he didn't get any say, "Actually Jason that sounds great…yeah, eight's fine with me…See you tonight, bye."

Emily turned back to her paperwork, but could once again feel Morgan staring at her. Without looking up she asked,

"Morgan, if you have a question ask already" she wrote the rest of her sentence then looked up at him. He was staring at her with a mixture of hurt, anger, and sadness. She felt bad that she did that, but backing her into a corner wasn't the way to get things out of her. He should have known that by now.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to grab a bite to eat after work and talk a bit, but you're busy," he added the last part in a dejected tone, and she almost called Jason back to cancel. Almost.

"Talk about what Morgan?" she asked with her face emotionless, knowing that it would irk him that he could figure out what she was thinking.

"Can we go outside for a minute? Please?" he begged her for this one thing, and she found herself getting up.

"Anyone asks Reid, and we went to go get info from Garcia" with that, she followed Morgan out.

"Will do Emily" he added as he kept writing his report.