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This story is written for Nix 1978. Her prompts were: mirrors, a hot day, and honey.
She Let Herself Go
Pulling her damp hair off the nape of her neck, Emily Prentiss glared at the man sitting behind the steering wheel of the SUV, squinting as sunlight reflected off the mirrors of the vehicle. "I'm going to kill you."
"Pull your panties out of your ass, Princess," Derek Morgan replied calmly as he reached into the center console and snagged his silver cell phone. "It's not that bad."
"Are you kidding me?" Emily retorted, her normally serene voice rising an octave, the resulting echo bouncing wildly inside the confined space. "It's the hottest day of the summer in freaking Texas, Derek, and you and I are stranded on the side of the rode with only the sagebrush and honey bees to keep us company! I promise you, it is that bad!"
Sighing heavily as he winced at the shriek, Morgan slowly turned to face her. "And screaming will make it better, how?"
Eyes widening, she debated pulling her Glock on him and putting him out of her misery, but, it was hot and the body would stink, so she settled on a low growl before shoving open the SUV's door and slamming it with enough force to rattle the glass windows. Damn it, she'd told him to get gas when they'd passed the rundown station on the side of the road an hour ago. Had he listened to reason, though?
Of course not! That would have made sense, she thought, stomping around the SUV as the sun beat down on her, watching out of her peripheral vision as Derek spoke to someone on his cell phone.
Slowing unfurling his own cramped body from the vehicle, Derek watched his companion closely. "Was that really necessary?" he asked, his lips curling into a slow grin, the one he used when he'd stepped in an especially sticky situation. It was the one he used on deranged unsubs and maniacal technical analysts, and while he had found it to be especially effective, he'd never imagined needing to pull it out for the self-contained Emily Prentiss.
Damn, the times, they were a'changing.
"My choices were either slam the door or shoot you," Emily retorted with a glare, snaking a hand under her long hair and pulling it up off her neck. "Which would you have preferred? And before you answer, bear in mind that the second option is still on the table," she warned darkly.
Chuckling as he approached her with a loose hipped gait, he grinned again. "Damn, you get prickly when the temperature rises. Didn't you do time in Egypt with your mom?"
"It was Iran and the embassy was air-conditioned," Emily snapped, wiping the back of her hand against her sweaty brow. It was at least a one hundred and ten degrees out here in the middle of nowhere. And she was stuck with possibly the most irritating and infuriating member of her team.
It was obvious that God was having a good chuckle at her expense at that moment.
Laughing at her petulance, Derek leaned back against the hood of their vehicle and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "You want the good news or the bad news first?" he asked slowly, shaking his head as he watched his companion pace in front of him.
Sucking in a deep breath of the heavy humid air of their environment into her lungs, Emily reminded herself that there were qualities that she admired about the man in front of her. However, his ability to put a positive spin on a shitty situation wasn't one of them. "Talk, Derek," Emily demanded as she turned her body toward the balmy breeze skittering through the brush. It was a heated blast, but at least it was air, and beggars couldn't be choosers, now could they?
"I talked to Garcia. Our unsub is in custody," Derek informed her calmly, his teeth gleaming as he smiled.
"You mean that we're lost in the middle of Texas searching for a witness that we didn't need?" Emily asked slowly, blowing a sweaty strand of hair off her face. "That's just freaking priceless," she snarled, throwing both arms up in the air in a decidedly un-Emily-like gesture.
"In Hotch's defense, he didn't know we didn't need him when he sent us in pursuit," Morgan pointed out evenly, biting back an amused laugh as she stomped her feet against the dusty road.
Nearly choking on the dust she'd stirred up with her temper tantrum, Emily managed to say, "If that's the good news, what's the bad?"
"Uhmmm, you sure you wanna hear that now?" Derek asked, reluctant to share information that might put his life at further risk. After all, he prided himself on his self-preservation skills…and he wasn't about to take a chance that the woman in front of him would decide to make good on her earlier threat. "Maybe we should…"
"Derek," Emily said, her voice clearly indicating a threat to his continued safety if he hedged much longer.
"It'll probably be a couple of hours before we're rescued," he replied with a negligent shrug. "No biggie."
"No biggie?" Emily echoed incredulously, blinking at him in horrified fascination. Obviously, the heat was far worse than she had imagined and she was suffering from a sudden onset case of heat exhaustion. Did that particular affliction come with hallucinations? Surely she was imagining this whole escapade…wasn't she?
"We've got bottles of water and snacks in the car," Morgan replied, jerking his chin behind him, completing oblivious to her internal drama. "We'll be fine."
"We're melting!" Emily yelled, pulling the cotton shirt she was wearing away from her skin dramatically.
"Man, I never imagined that you could be a drama queen," Morgan snorted with amusement, eyeing the woman in front of him appreciatively. The weather had molded her skirt and shirt to her like a second skin, accentuating curves that he hadn't realized she had until now.
Her steps halted immediately, one foot still an inch from the heated ground. Narrowing her eyes at him dangerously, Emily lowered her voice, "Excuse me?"
"You're acting like a girl," Morgan accused lightly, enjoying the flash in her expressive eyes.
"I am a girl," Emily ground out through clenched teeth.
"Yeah," Morgan drawled slowly, his eyes roaming up and down her trim body, "You are. Sometimes, I forget that."
Emily's nose wrinkled as it dawned on her just how Derek was now looking at her. "Okay," she said with barely concealed venom, dropping her hand to her hips, "You can stop looking at me like I'm an all you can eat diner anytime now."
Derek grinned wickedly. "Babe, in case you missed it, I am a guy."
"If you don't put your eyes back in your head, you'll have a hard time proving that to future floozies everywhere," Emily returned sweetly, dropping her gaze down his body as she flexed her ankle, her intent well telegraphed.
"Ouch," Derek winced, barely resisting the urge to cover himself from what he was certain was a verifiable threat to his manhood. "C'mon," he said, pushing away from the SUV with his booted foot. "Let's go."