Stepping into the elevator, Emily turned her head to see a familiar face by her side. "Afternoon," she nodded, smiling as politely as she could once he pressed the button for the third floor.

Frost smiled to the older woman who stood beside him. "You're getting in a little late, aren't you?"

"Shifts," the brunette smirked. "I'm taking over for JJ and Morgan. They haven't been at the hotel since midnight last night."

Nodding, Frost looked to the brown eyed agent, noticing her hair around her shoulders straightened to perfection and the neckline of her shift hitting just at the swells of her plump breasts. "You look pretty dressed up today," he chuckled, watching as she immediately rolled her eyes. "Trying to catch someone's eye?"

Emily felt her own lips curl at the comment. Not even sharing a look with the smug man that stood with her in the elevator, the brunette woman held her head up and walked right out into the third floor. Just barely being able to set her coffee and bag down on the nearest desk, her head spun around at the feeling of a hand on her arm.

Maura immediately smiled at the older woman. "Hi!"

Emily nodded gently to the excited woman, a smile gracing her face. "Hello."

"May I speak to you?"

The chocolate eyed woman gestured towards the interrogation room near the back of the small bullpen, watching as her boss walked out with a frown on her face. "I actually have to g-"

Maura cut her off with a shake of the head, her fingers wrapping strongly around the older woman's arm. "This will only take a minute." Tugging the brunette back through the hall and into her autopsy room, a grin came across her features. "So I heard that you took Jane out on a date."

Emily's jaw dropped. "Who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter," she grinned. "This is so exciting!"

Letting out a sigh, the ivory woman quickly held up her hand. "Ok," she nodded. "Yes I did go out with Jane, but it was not a date."

Maura's eyebrows rose. "Are you sure?"

Emily frowned at the younger woman, watching as her blue eyes narrowed slightly as they stayed trained on her face. "What do you mean 'am I sure'? Of course I'm sure! I was there!"

The medical examiner's eyes rolled slightly, shaking her head at the words that came tumbling out of the older woman's mouth. "I just don't understand," she huffed. "You two are clearly into one another. You know, I saw the way you two were looking at each other and I am no profiler, but I can clearly tell that you two have feelings." Her eyes then lit up, her lips curling into a grin at the somewhat scared look on the brunette's face. "You have a really good style mind! Let's go shopping!"

Emily let out a strangled laugh at the younger woman. "We're in the middle of an investigation."

"I don't mean now," she chuckled. "Once this is all done, me, you and Jane can all go out to this new boutique near her apartment. It is just too cute!" Leaning closer, Maura felt herself giggle. "They have the most beautiful panty sets."

The ebony haired woman could barely feel her heart beating at what the younger woman was suggesting, and she immediately jumped back. "Ok, I'm gonna get going. It was nice talking to you," she stuttered slightly before spinning on her heel and walking swiftly out of the room, her eyes wide as she laid them on the detectives all surrounding the three main desks in their bullpen. "Hi."

Jane tried her best to hold in her laugh at the look on the older woman's face, standing herself up from her seat to stand beside her. "Everything ok?"

Emily laughed gently, shaking her head after taking a long sip of her coffee. "Still getting used to your friend back there."

"Told you she gets excited."

The brunette grinned, her eyes looking up to those of the Italian detective's as she nodded her head. "That you did," she smiled, following her new friend back towards the interrogation room. Looking up at the sound of her boss clearing her throat, Emily nodded her head. "Anything yet?"

Hotch couldn't even shake his head. "She won't crack."

Emily sighed before handing her coffee to the dark haired woman at her side, straightening the lapels of her blazer with the tips of her fingers. "Give me ten minutes."

Smirking as she watched the older woman saunter on inside the small room, Jane took a glance at the stoic agent by her side. "Ten minutes?"

Hotch just stared into the room, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin up in the air a millimeter higher than it would be if he were facing off with Strauss. "Her best has been three."

Jane turned her head to watch the genius of the FBI team nod knowingly at the words his boss spoke, and she held a satisfied grin on her face as she glanced back into the interrogation room, her smoldering eyes watching every little movement of the trained agent that sat before their suspect. Way to go Prentiss.