Morgan frowned when he found Emily Prentiss in his driveway, her backseat filled with a couple of suitcases.
"Don't do this," he said, shaking his head. "Don't you dare do this, Emily."
She stopped short, clearly taken aback. "Don't do what?"
"Don't run." He nodded towards her car. "Just because we got something good goin' here doesn't mean you gotta high-tail it outta here."
Emily held up a hand. "Running? Derek, I -" She looked back at the car, suddenly putting the pieces together. Turning to face him again, she reached out and took his hand. "I'm not leaving. Well...not for long, anyway."
His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
"I just...I need to get out of the city for a few days. Away from work, from the cases. I rented a cabin..." She shrugged, her nerves twisting painfully in the pit of her stomach. "I thought, maybe...you might want to go with me."
The grin on his face couldn't have been more sudden or sincere. "You wanna take me away for the weekend? Have your wicked way with me?"
Emily rolled her eyes. "You just couldn't let the moment keep going, could you?"
He winked at her. "I can be ready in twenty minutes."
Kissing him quickly, she flashed him a wicked smile. "You've got ten."