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AN: I haven't posted in a while because I had a huge Math test to study for and all that jazz. I've no idea how I did on that test, but I'd love to know how I did on this chapter, so please review. And please enjoy.

"You'd be surprised. Some guys actually want to be kidnapped by some sexy amber-eyed chick," Veronica said with a smile and a mouth full of chicken.

Morgan looked down at his plate, "You're a good cook."

That was the only thing he could manage to say, anyway. In a way she was crazy, but Morgan could see many guys going after kinky sex kittens in anyway they can. Morgan had been kind of like that with the ladies, when he was fooling around: handcuffs, blindfolds, and etcetera. But he certainly did not sign up for this. However, the food was good. Veronica had been gone for about twenty minutes preparing it. And when it was cooking she pulled a round foldout table through the metal door and set it up in the middle of the room. Then she threw a red silk tablecloth over the table and placed a silver candelabra in the center. Veronica lit the three candles. After placing two chairs on either side of the table, she went back to check on the food. She had brought it out with a smile on a silver platter, placing it on the table. That was when Morgan sat across from her and noticed she had changed into a little black halter dress with a plunging v-neck and black sling-back shoes. She had served them both chicken- Morgan had requested the leg- and now they both ate.

Morgan took another bite out of the chicken and swallowed. He was just biding his time until the team came; he knew his kidnapping would be the last clue for them to find the killer. Plus, he had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach, which caused him to ask this question: Why did you kill those men?

"Excuse me?" Veronica asked, narrowing her eyes.

She bent her elbow, her forearm straightened upward, and her hand holding a fork with a piece of chicken in it. Clearly Veronica was aghast by the inquiry. Either nobody had every asked her it, or-

"Veronica, why did you kill those men?" Morgan had a sensation crawling up the back of his neck.

Veronica put her fork down on the side of her plate, so the handle was hanging off. Her eyebrows were furrowed. Her face was taught. She looked as though somebody had punched her in the stomach, or called her a name, or… accused her of something she did not do. She looked down at her plate and placed her hands in her lap.

"Veronica, did you kill those men?" Morgan asked, feeling the tenacity of emotion wrap itself around his heart and squeeze.

This girl was sick, but he knew she could never kill anybody when the tears appeared in her eyes.

"Me? Kill anybody? You're asking me if I killed people! Derek, I kidnap attractive men for their pleasure when their girlfriends or loved ones tell me they need to have more fun and try something new. Sally Brewer told me you needed a little spark in your life. I was supposed to be that spark! And you're asking me if I killed anybody?" Veronica sat back in her chair, wiping her eyes and then crossing her arms over her chest. She then stated indignantly, "I didn't kill anybody."

"Sally Greene was the girlfriend of Owen Thompson… shit," Morgan said, figuring it all out in his head.

Sally somehow pretended to know Morgan- then she sent Veronica, who was only doing her job, whether it was illegal or not.

Veronica looked at her hands in her lap and said in a really small voice, as if she was scared, "Sally said you liked it rough… and after how you reacted to being bolted to the wall, I knew something was wrong. So I made dinner for you."

"It's a good dinner," Morgan told her, not only because he wanted her to feel better.

Veronica put her face in her hands. "God, I'm so stupid!"

"Hey, right now you've got bigger problems. You've got a team of FBI agents on your trail and they're tailing the wrong chick," Morgan told her.

Veronica looked horrified at the thought.

And there was a banging at the front door- a loud crash. The heavy metal door was opened from the outside, crashing into the wall. Before Veronica could stand, she was barreled over by the strong force of a man with short black hair, wearing a bulletproof vest that said "FBI" in yellow. Veronica screamed as she was being pressed into the cement floor, hands getting pulled behind her to get handcuffed. All the while she could hear Morgan yelling, but no one was listening to him.

Why wasn't anybody listening to him?

"Hey! You got the wrong girl!" Morgan said, looking at her helplessly.

"Hotch, Hotch!" Rossi pulled the man who was handcuffing Veronica off of her. "We've got the wrong person."

Morgan eyed Hotch angrily, although he knew Hotch was only doing his job and despised anybody who took his team away from him, "It's not her. Sally Brewer sent her to kidnap me. It's in Veronica's job description to give men the 'time of their lives'. The first clue was that I don't match the description, and neither does Brewer. She sounds like big nerd in college… and going after a man with a boyfriend? That's not cool."

"Shit. How did we miss that?" Prentiss inquired a bit shocked.

Veronica was still laying facedown on the cement when she said, "Does it matter? Can somebody take these handcuffs off now?"

"Sadly what you did was illegal. You'll need Reid to forgive you for what," Jareau said, standing over Veronica as she helped her stand up.

"You're gay?" Veronica addressed Morgan.

"Bi," came the answer.

Veronica smirked, "Well, that puts a new perspective on things. Who's the lucky guy?"

Reid stepped forward.

"He's cute," Veronica stated.

"Jareau and Reid, you two take Veronica to the station. We've got someone to go arrest," Hotch gave out orders.

Veronica followed Reid and Jareau out to one of the SUVs whiles she watched the other four agents get into the next SUV. Hopefully, she would get off with a simple sentence. Sally she hoped would get what she deserved- especially for screwing up Veronica's work.