"Remember Derek, don't actually drink anything that anyone buys you." Emily frowned, smoothing his collar.
Morgan mumbled, "Well where's the fun in that?"
Quickly, JJ smacked the agent across the head. "Look happier, will you?" She grumbled. "You're supposed to be charming and charismatic, not an angstier version of a hormonal teenager."
Reid's lips twinged with a laugh.
"You want to do this, Pretty Boy? Because we can trade!"
Spencer's smile disappeared. "No, that's okay."
Morgan strapped his Glock to an ankle holster and grimaced. "Well, here goes nothing. Let's hope she's here."
"How's your shoulder?" JJ whispered, trying to keep her concern from the other agents.
Emily brushed her lips against the blonde's cheek, "About as good as your rib cage." Smirking, she added, "And I know you would tell me if it was hurting, right?"
JJ had been trying to ignore the throbbing in her abdomen all day, but each breath was becoming more jagged and painful. "Of course." She smiled. "Just like you'd tell me if your arm were killing you." She had noticed Emily wince a few hours back when the brunette had tried picking up her jacket with her left hand. Ever since, Emily had favored her arm and was unusually pale and quiet.
She smiled. "Of course."
The static on the radio interrupted the agents. Morgan's voice suddenly became clear as he explained to a woman in a leopard print dress that he was a pharmaceutical rep. The young woman laughed at one of Morgan's jokes, gently touching his shoulder.
Emily panned the surveillance camera in to an angle that served the Vera Bradley bag slung across her chair.
JJ instructed. "Morgan, get her to shift a bit. Make her lean back or something so the purse opens." This was the ninth woman of the night and JJ was getting tired of Morgan's cookie-cutter pick up lines.
Morgan draped his arm around the redhead, pulling her body into his and whispering something in her ear. The woman feigned embarrassment by slapping him playfully across the shoulder.
With a smile, she stood and said, "Let me go get us a few drinks. Whatever you've been sipping this entire time can't possibly be fresh anymore."
Morgan nodded, but more so at his hidden camera than his date.
Emily watched as she scooped her purse from the chair and ambled over to the bar. Rossi, Hotch, and Reid had already left the van; they were just waiting on Emily and JJ's call to move in.
"Em, look!" JJ pointed at the screen. The woman had bent over the bar counter and was whispering in the bartender's ear. The man nodded and handed her two drinks. Both woman noticed the wink he gave her, though, and the way he cautiously handed her the glass in the left.
Emily radioed, "I'm pretty sure the bartender in area 2 just slipped something in one of the drinks."
"Got it." Hotch answered, the team still unmoving.
Morgan glanced at the camera with a slight nod to let the agents know he had heard them.
"Took you long enough," he whispered to the redhead on her return. "I was beginning to think you left me."
"Trust me, handsome, our night is just getting started." The woman beamed, pushing his glass forward. "Go ahead, drink some. It'll help you loosen up."
Morgan flashed a smile and put the glass to his lips, pretending to swallow. It was some sort of whiskey, but it smelled just fine. "Thank you, Ms. Brazen. Now why don't we get our of here and go someplace a little more quiet?"
JJ called to their leader, "Hotch, he's leading her into a trap. I think he's trying to get an invite to her room."
The click on the radio followed by dead air told them he understood.
Emily unconsciously rubbed her throbbing shoulder as her auburn eyes stared at the screen. JJ watched the brunette silently, using the moment to massage the tense muscles in Emily's neck.
She moaned at the feel of JJ's hands on her skin, goosebumps shooting down her spine.
JJ leaned into Emily so that her lips brushed her girlfriend's ear. "How's that?"
Emily smiled, savoring the scent of Jen's perfume. "Perfect."
"Shit, Morgan." JJ snapped back to reality. "Where did he go?"
The two people had disappeared from their cameras' view. Emily radioed, "Morgan, we're blind. But we've got audio."
Morgan subtly asked, "Rachel, what room number are we looking for? I left my glasses in the car and I feel like I missed it."
"Don't worry, honey. It's right up here to the left. 1147." She bit her lip. "Although I bet you're sexy as fuck in a pair of glasses."
JJ gagged as Morgan retorted, "Especially when they're all I'm wearing."
As the redhead fumbled with her key, Morgan feigned a yawn. He stumbled through the doorway, his chest smashing into the mirrored wall.
Emily tensed, her hand reaching for JJ's.
"It's okay, he's just faking." JJ reassured her.
"Are you okay, Xander?" The woman asked, guiding the agent to a bed.
"Yeah. I'm just tired for some reason." He murmured, the words incoherent.
"Hotch, we may have a problem. Morgan is slurring. He could be leading her on, but I'm worried." JJ called.
"Where are they?" Rossi's voice answered. "We followed what Aaron thought was Morgan, but apparently tall, dark and bald is a more common MO than you'd think."
"Room 1147, west wing." Emily bellowed. The redhead's voice floated through her headset. "Don't worry, just relax. You won't remember any if this in the morning."
Emily looked to JJ, praying to hear Morgan respond.
"He's not faking, Rossi. Hurry!"
Hotch barked, "We're on the northeast wing. There's no way we're going to make it there in the next 5 minutes; I can't even find the goddamn stairs . Cover us."
Immediately, JJ and Emily holstered their guns and sprinted from the van.
Meanwhile, the redhead began undressing Morgan. She started with his belt before loosening his tie. He was completely still, his eyes closed.
Garcia rang through Emily's ear. "Left! Go left! Okay, now take the stairs to your right." The two women did as they were told, jumping the steps three at a time. "It's straight ahead to the left, about 50 yards down." Penelope cried. "Be careful!"
Rachel Brazen was oblivious to the sound of impending footsteps. Instead, she was distracted by the gun she has found strapped to Morgan's leg. Her heart dropped into her stomach as she searched his pockets for a badge. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Next, she found the headset hidden in his ear.
Emily and JJ surrounded the door. JJ nodded to the brunette as she screamed, "FBI!" Emily kicked sharply against the door, its frame splintering with a thunderous crack.
Hotch's earpiece filled with the sound of gunfire. He glanced at Rossi, who had already flown past them. Suddenly, the radio was quiet.