My latest criminal minds fic. Emily's POV. A little more comedic than my other fic's,
I'm kind trying out a new writing story. So read, enjoy and tell me what you think! :)

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Disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing. The characters etc are not mine.

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I pinned up the map I'd coloured and circled on the board and came up with the UNSUB's 'safety' zone. I stood back to study it and sipped at my third cup of coffee for the day. The only problem was the safety zone took over most of the city, though I did manage center it within a six-block radius where thirteen of the twenty bodies had been found.

Behind me, Rossi made a non-committal grunt.

"It's something…" I told him, not bothering to look around. Maybe I should just leave the colouring in for Reid.

"That it is."

I near shat myself when the voice that answered me didn't belong to Rossi. I let out a deep, calming breath before I turned to Williams with a smile on my face.

"Sorry for scaring you."

I shook my head, smile still in place. "Just a little tired." I turned back to the map. "This should give us a starting place to look when searching for the UNSUB."

"I could've told you that," he pointed out, then shook his head behind me. "No offense."

"None taken," I sighed.

The rest of the day was similar to the one before. Rereading reports, eating takeout, trying to find some snippet of evidence. The profile was easy, but it fit just about every male connected to the mafia, and a few women. It was likely a male, but I couldn't be sure. Women might be generalized as more emotional, but as assassins, they could shut it off. Unlike most men, they didn't hesitate. What they could be sure of, was that it was done professionally, otherwise there was no way they could've left absolutely no evidence.

It was nearing a time too late for dinner when I finally gave up. I turned to Rossi. "Let's go out."

He let a breath out his nose that constituted a laugh. "Where?"

I turned to Tobin who was looking at me strangely; the outfit she wore was practically the same she'd worn the day before. "What's the most frequented Mob bar in this city?"

She barely had to think before she answered.

I turned back to Rossi and smiled. "There."

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I told Rossi not to bother driving back to the hotel, but I did adjust my outfit in the car. And I didn't miss his eyes traveling over to me as I did so. I untucked the white V-neck I wore, pushed up the sleeves so they sat above my elbow, pulled it down and pulled up my boobs until my cleavage was looking as good as it could in what I wore. I pulled off my belt, redid my makeup and dabbed a little perfume in the center of my breasts.

Finally, I yanked out my hair and watched it hang down past my shoulders.

"Done?" Rossi asked me with a snort.

"Yes actually, I am," I said, poking out my tongue at him and giving him a light nudge.

But when he pulled over I regretted it straight away. We were here already and now he was looking at me like a tiger its prey. I couldn't move as he studied me, his eyes focusing on my lips. It was like he had me hypnotized. Hell, he did have me hypnotized. I was completely under his spell.

But I had to break it.

I took a deep breath in before I actually managed to speak. "Let's go, shall we?"

He grunted, leaned over and pressed his lips against mine. He only let them push, let them tease until he'd pulled a moan out of me, then he was back on his side of the car straightening the business shirt he wore. His smile was smug. "We shall."

The bar was a haze of cigarette smoke, tainted with the smells of good beer and expensive whiskey. The lighting was yellow and red, intimate, but not it a strip club kind of way. It didn't seem hostile either. It seemed friendly, well, as friendly as a Mob bar could be.

However, the looks sent our way when we walked through the door verged closer to murderous than welcoming.

Our heads held high, we made our way to the bar, ignoring the looks as many of the men ignored us.

"What'll it be?" the bartender asked, stereotypically drying a just cleaned glass.

Dave turned to me and asked if I wanted a glass of red. I laughed and turned to the bartender, "Scotch on the rocks."

His smile was of appreciation, as was Rossi's when we caught each other's eye. He didn't break the contact as he told the bartender he'd have the same. My heart was starting to race again.

He took my hand and I couldn't bother to try and pull it away. I was too captivated by him, too seduced.

His finger traced my palm, but his dark eyes still looked into mine. "I would've taken you for more of a bourbon girl." His voice grizzly, almost making fun of me, held so much more than the light comment.

I smiled and turned back to the bar, taking my hand with me. "You don't know me that well Rossi," I commented, purposely using his last name.

"Oh really?" He seemed so close. I could feel the hairs stand on my neck.

I was saved when the bartender returned and gave us our drinks. He smiled at me and leant against the bar, paying no attention to Dave, I smiled back as flirtatiously as I could.

"So where are you from?" He asked. His voice had taints of Irish in it. Anything he said would've sounded beautiful.

"Virginia," I smiled back.

"Here for a holiday?"

"Work," Dave answered.

"What do you do?"

"We work for the FBI. Here investigating a bunch of deaths."

I shot him a look. I might have actually been able to get something from the guy who, lets face it, wasn't exactly bad to look at. Now he knew who we were, he weren't saying nothing.

"Hmm…"

"Yeah. Twenty-or-so have been killed over the last year."

"What's it got to do with me?"

"Nothing," Dave smiled, sipping his drink slowly. "We're just here for a drink."

Both men stared at each other and I felt caught in the crosshairs of their testosterone. The moments of tense silence hung just a little longer than awkward. Dave nodded. The bartender nodded. The bartender left. Men!

When I shook my head, Dave looked at me. His eyes wide, eyebrows high, the look of innocence. "What?" I was caught between the urge to laugh and shove his shoulder and continue sipping my drink.

I decided on the latter.

Why had I wanted to come? I'd wanted to spend time with him, to have a break. Yes, the idea of it being a mob bar was just an excuse for that. But still, I didn't know how to feel. About anything. This was a bad idea.

"What's wrong Emily?" suddenly his voice was suddenly serious, compassionate.

I felt like an idiot. I'd just wanted to have fun, but nothing about this relationship was could be described with a 'just'.

"Nothing," I sipped at my drink. The last way I wanted to be feeling was what I was feeling right then.

His eyes narrowed, his arm snaked its way around my waist and he pressed his lips softly against my head. All I wanted to do was cuddle into him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I returned, but I didn't quite have the strength to push myself away from him.

"Let's go," he told me, his voice was still soft.

"No," I told him, finally managing to pull up straight and down the rest of my drink. "I feel like enough of an idiot already. Let's just have some fun."

"Nope."

He dragged me off the chair with the arm that wrapped around me, paid for the drinks and picked up his coat with his free hand, then lead me out the door. I didn't fight it. I didn't have the strength.

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He practically carried me to my room. He unlocked the door, he put me down on the end of the bed, he fluffed the pillows. When he was done he moved down to me to lie me down. I would've rejected it if it didn't feel so good to be pampered a little bit.

"Now what's wrong?"

I buried my head in the pillow, then pushed myself up on my elbows to look him straight in the eyes. What was wrong was stupid, well, in my opinion it was. But I didn't say that. Instead, when I answered my voice was firm. "There is nothing wrong."

His eyes narrowed at me, I held my ground, and eventually he nodded. I'd won this round, but I knew it was far from over.

"Get your clothes off then."

My eyes widened in shock.

He reached in and kissed me, his mouth demanding. He didn't give me much of a choice. But I didn't fight it either. I pulled him on top of me, was yanking at his shirt, pulling at his belt, as he started to unbutton my blouse. My fingers matted in his hair.

We were naked and rolling on the bed. His teeth making their way slowly down over my body. He didn't bother about hurting me, just took. I moaned and gripped the sheets as he hungrily bit.

I was just about at my crest when the phone went off.

"Don't," he murmured when I went to get it. We lay in silence listening to the sound of the ringing as if any sound we made the caller could here. I was shaking with anticipation of what he would do to me.

"I can't," I finally said, grabbing at the phone.

"Emily Prentiss?"

"That's me," I answered, not immediately recognizing the voice.

"It's Stacy Tobin, we got ourselves another floater."

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Hope you like it. :)

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