"Hey!"

She pulled herself back and the man in front of her also did, albeit in confusion. Not that she was paying much attention to he, though she probably should.

That wasn't exactly the normal reaction to getting stabbed while you were trying to grapple with an unsub but when had Emily Prentiss ever been normal?

Emily looked down at her arm where the unsub's knife had sliced against her and sighed heavily, much to the man's confusion. He had been about to go in for another swipe at her, maybe actually stabbing her this time, but her lack of hysterics and anger confused him. He was now just standing there, knife in hand, looking like he didn't understand anything that was going on.

"This was not how I imagined my day going when I woke up this morning but who am I to complain?"

More confusion from the guy. Whatever. Technically, it was true what she said. Who woke up in the morning and thought, "Ho, hum, I think I'm going to get stabbed this morning."

Huh, she absentmindedly inspected her arm. There wasn't too much blood coming from that. The unsub really wasn't good at this, was he? He barely got her. It felt more like a papercut than anything else.

"Want to try that again?" She taunted, waving her arm at him.

Which was pretty stupid of her. Yes, she realised that but how else was she supposed to respond to that? It wasn't like she could just run off right now. And saying anything else might make him more volatile. No, catching him off guard was really the only way to go about it. That, and he really had done a horrible job of it. Honestly, Reid had accidentally given himself worse injuries.

He gave her another confused look and she rolled her eyes at him. He really was slow on the uptake, wasn't he?

Though, he didn't seem to like that because the man rushed at her again and this time, she managed to properly dodge him.

"Seriously, as much as I appreciate all this effort you going through to give me something, I really don't want it."

For some reason, this only seemed to enrage him further. Funny that. But rage meant that he didn't have as much control over his actions which were therefore easier to predict. Which meant that the knife never had a chance of touching her again.

Tutting at him, Emily idly wondered if she should try to disarm him or if she should just let him tire himself out.

She laughed as she easily stepped to the side, the man falling over his own feet where she had just left.

"Oh, come on, you can do better than that!"

You know what? Watching him tire himself out was bound to be hilarious and she was getting quite bored...

Then, as if he could hear her thoughts, he went for her yet again. He also managed to shove her so she couldn't quite dart out of the way in time...

"Wow, you actually managed to wound me," Emily said through gritted teeth, clutching at her shoulder.

Blood was seeping between her fingers and the unsub looked far too pleased with himself. She couldn't let that stand, could she?

Before either of them could do anything, the door burst open of the other side of the room, Rossi and Morgan running through it.

It turns out that you really shouldn't bring a knife to a gunfight. Especially when there were two guns to your one knife. The fight wasn't really a fight after that and the guy was soon apprehended, Rossi dragging him out the door. A pretty good ending, if she said so herself.

"What did you even do with your gun?" Morgan asked with a chuckle as she walked up to him.

"Decked him on the head with it," she said nonchalantly, like it had been a deliberate action (which it had not).

In her defence, she hadn't realised how quick the guy was when she pulled out her gun. She didn't even get a chance to pull it out completely when he lunged at her. He had managed to time it so well that his forehead managed to meet her gun head on. This had made her drop her gun and temporarily stun him.

She had been pretty shocked by the turn of events as well but they both regained their sense at the same time and he'd lunged at her again, all thoughts of her gun forgotten as he pulled a knife on her!

"Of course, you did," he chuckled and then his eyes narrowed. "Is that blood?"

"Probably his."

"It looks like the stain is from inside your shirt..."

Damn Profilers!

"It's only a scratch," Emily tried to dismiss, yanking her arm out of Morgan's grasp.

He, however, was not one to be thwarted and tried to grab it again but was unsuccessful.

"Prentiss, you're bleeding." He said in exasperation.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Not."

"Too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Can you two just stop acting like toddlers for five minutes," Hotch scolded them as he walked up to them. "This is a crime scene, after all."

"Hotch, Prentiss-" Morgan began but he was almost immediately interrupted by Emily.

"Morgan started it," she said childishly so it sounded like they were bickering over something stupid.

Morgan shot her a look that she carefully avoided. Hotch gave them both sharp looks, like he knew that they were hiding something. Fortunately, they were at a crime scene so he couldn't push too hard.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at them and then shook his head.

"Just, don't."

Morgan and Emily looked at each other in confusion.

"Don't what?"

He waved his hands at them.

"Don't do whatever you're thinking of doing. Please."

Emily flashed him an innocent look which didn't seem to put him at ease, for some reason. He dismissed them and walked off.

"Morgan! I think this is a part of the IED you were talking about," Reid called over.

And there was Morgan's nosiness taken care of. See? Things really did work themselves out! Now, she just needed to find somewhere where she could patch herself up without anyone finding out.