Emily

I run a frustrated hand through my hair in annoyance at my boss. "Clyde, the least you could do is give me the heads up! Not just dump it on me the day before!" I huff as I collapse into the armchair in his temporary office.

"Sorry, sugar but this was literally the only way around it. Can you not see that?" He asks, his voice firm yet soft.

The thing is, I can see it. Unfortunately with this case, me going undercover with someone from the FBI was the only option. It's what has to happen when Interpol and the FBI are a joint task force going after a homophobic serial killer who has a thing for lesbians and the only two women who are trained to go undercover are myself and this mystery FBI agent.

I sigh and again run a hand through my hair. "Yea, I can," I look up at him, trying to show my understanding and frustration with just a look. "But, you have been here a week longer than I have, you have known about this for days! Why only tell me now? That's what im pissed about, Clyde, not going undercover, that I can deal with. Just, why not tell me, yano?"

He looks regretful at least. "I just didn't see the need to, I guess. Look, you meet Agent Jareau later, along with the rest of the support team. You need to go pack a bag, we meet them in just over an hour." He smiles gently and nods his head towards the door. "Go," He pauses, a cheeky glint in his eye. "And behave yourself, I heard about the hotel receptionist."

"What can I say? Women love me." I wink at him and leave to do as I'm told and pack a bag.

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I walk into FBI headquarters a few steps behind Clyde. It had changed since the last time I was here a few years back, more open and it felt lighter, like a weight lifted from the buildings atmosphere. It felt, happier, if that was even possible. I suppose it was more the people than the building but it certainly felt more relxed than last time.

We flash our badges and head to the lifts, joining a few other people as we go to the sixth floor. Clyde and I get a few funny looks. Probably because we are dressed so casually in jeans, tshirts and boots with badges on our belts and guns in our waistbands. Not very 'FBI' looking, that's for sure.

The ride was quick and as we get out I follow Clyde who clearly knows where he is going. We walk through big glass doors into a bullpen full of desks. A few heads turn to look at us but most don't even flinch at the intrusion. A stern looking man comes out of an office just beyond the stairs and nods in our direction.

"Clyde, welcome to the BAU," He gestures towards a group of people in the bullpen. "This is some of my team, you will meet them later. Do you want to come up and chat?" He asks but his tone left no room but to accept.

I stay quiet and survey my surroundings. It is a busy place but not hectic. Almost homey in a way, the atmosphere is comfortable, unlike Interpol, that can be stifling and tense more often than not.

The mans office is neat and organised. Once inside he holds out his hand in greeting. "Hello, I'm Agent Hotchner, you can call me Hotch." He smiles a quick yet warm smile. Something that I get the feeling is a rarity.

"Emily Prentiss, nice to meet you." I shake his hand and return his smile. "So guys, what's the plan?" I ask as I take one of the seats next to Agent Hotchner's desk.

Clyde and Agent Hotchner take the other two seats and both study me for a moment, making me feel a tad uneasy. I have never been one to enjoy attention, positive or negative. "Well?" I ask, keeping my voice even and calm.

Both men look at each other and nod in what appears to be satisfied agreement. "I think she will be perfect." Agent Hotchner says to Clyde in a business like mannor.

"What did I tell you, Hotch? She will be great." Clyde smirks at me, knowing very well that talking about me as if I am not in the room really grates on me.

"She happens to be sat right here gentlemen!" I snap. How dare they talk about me as if I am not sat right in front of them?!

Clyde laughs, an open and friendly laugh. "I know, sugar, I just wanted Hotch to see your feisty side so we agreed to wind you up a little."

Ugh! I could smack him sometimes. "Thanks a bunch, Clyde!" I say through gritted teeth, glaring at him.

"Sorry, Emily, but your face was worth it." He smirks back at me before turning serious. "Right, on a serious note, we are going to meet the BAU shortly to go over everything. Then you and Agent Jareau will be going to hotel for a couple nights while the rest of us set up the house you will be living in and sorting out your back stories and work history's, etc." He looks to Agent Hotchner for confirmation and gets it. "Then once all that is sorted we will be moving you both into the house and the undercover op will officially start."

"Sounds good," I say, calmer now Clyde is no longer teasing me. "We going to meet the team now?" I ask, ready to get this started.

"No, we will let them ponder what we are talking about for a while longer," Hotch smirks at me. "That bunch is waaay too nosey sometimes." He nods to window where we can all see five people stood around a desk staring at the office with intrigue.

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After sitting in Agent Hotchner's office casually chatting for another twenty minuets the three of us head out to another room that Hotch calls the round table room. As we walk out the door Hotch calls to his team and they all move quicker than lightning to follow us. They remind me of puppies, excited to see their master. The round table room is literally just that, a room with a large round table in it. It also has a large T.V screen on the wall and a couple of long cabinets under the windows but other than that the room is bare.

"Take a seat please everyone and i'll start the introductions." Hotch says as he takes a seat.

There is not quite enough seats for all of us so Clyde and I take up a perch on one of the cabinets under the window by the door. Everyone else takes what I can only assume is their usual seats at the table. You can see the comfortable ease between the team, it is obvious that they are more than just work colleagues. To be honest they have an ease about them that screams family. I can easily see them all having sunday dinner together, laughter and happiness filling the room as they enjoy quality time together.

"Ok, now, I know you all have a rough idea of what's going on but i'll make the introductions then Clyde and I will go over exactly what is going to happen with you all." He scans the room to see everyone nodding their agreement with him. "Team, this is the two agents from Interpol, Emily Prentiss and Clyde Easter."

Clyde nods a greeting and I smile at them making eye contact with everyone at the table. I feel a little bit awkward at the attention but I easily cover it, having been trained to keep my face neutral at all times to hide my emotions.

"And this is my team," Hotch continues, gesturing to the man sat beside him. "SSA Dave Rossi,"

He smiles at us but doesn't say anything. He looks stern but I get the feeling he is the father figure of the group, the one they can all go to for a warm hug and gentle advise.

"SSA Derek Morgan,"

Morgan has a twinkle in his eye as he looks over at me, completely ignoring Clyde. "Hey there beautiful, nice to meet you." He smiles and winks at me.

This causes everyone in the room except me to laugh, I roll my eyes, look at him straight in the eye, "Keep dreaming, darling." I say in a flat tone. Again everyone laughs and the perky, brightly dressed woman beside him leans into him, rubbing his bicep in sympathy.

"Awe, my poor baby. Don't worry my chocolate god, you still have me." The perky woman tells him before kissing his cheek.

"Thanks, baby girl." He smiles a genuinely warm and loving smile at her before Hotch continues the introductions.

"Better luck next time, Morgan," Hotch tells him trying not to smirk. "Morgan's baby girl is our technical annalist, Penelope Garcia."

"The goddess of all knowledge knowable and unknowable at your service." She quirks. "Nice to meet you."

"Next up is our resident genius, Dr Reid." Reid just waves a half wave awkwardly at us with a smile quirk of a smile on one side of his mouth.

"And last but not least, SSA Jennifer Jareau."

The blonde woman smiles kindly at me and I feel heat rush to my cheeks, something that never happens to me. I am the female version of a ladies man, a player and yet here I am, sat fighting off a blush and a shy smile.

"Hey, nice to meet you, wifey." She smirks.

All I can do is laugh and I pray my laugh covers up my red cheeks. This woman is stunning, long blonde hair, clear blue eyes, pencil skirt, gosh how I love a pencil skirt! My attention is suddenly taken away from the beautiful FBI agent by Hotch's voice and it's then I realise I had been staring. Way to ruin my reputation!

"Do you want to start us off, Clyde?" Hotch asks.

Clyde looks at me with a question in his eyes and I nod my understanding before turning my attention back to the group. "Over the last six months we have been tracking a serial killer who has an apparent hatred towards lesbians. He has been to three contries so far, spending a couple months in each country. We believe he is stalking his victims over a month or so and then holding them hostage for a few of weeks. We have now tracked him here, to DC. We know roughly where he is but not an exact location and so far we do not have enough evidence to arrest him, so we hope we can catch him in the act." I pause and look around the group and finally turn to Clyde to indicate his turn.

"Like Emily says, we hope to catch him in the act and that is why we are asking for your help. We know this guys type, he likes married women, one if them has a high powered job and the other either is a home body or has a casual part time gig. They live in nice neighbourhoods but not snobby or too flash. They are modest with their money, do charity work, are well liked. That is why, Emily and Agent Jareau will be going under cover as a married couple." He turns his attention to me before continuing.

"Emily, you will be a lawyer at my firm, that way you have back up at work and at home." He looks to Jennifer. "Agent Jareau, you will be a part time secretary at Agent Morgan's security firm and again you will have back up at home and at work." Clyde turns to Hotch for his turn in adressing his team.

"For the rest of us, we all have our parts to play. Garcia and Morgan, you two are a couple, Garcia you are JJ's sister. Reid you are Emily's brother and Dave here gets to play your proud father. Reid you are going to be a law student working an internship at your sister's firm. Dave will be running point from here with Garcia and I will be working the security firm with Morgan and JJ. Everyone following so far?" He asks the room and receives a variety of yes's.

"To start with JJ and Emily will be going to a hotel for a few days while the house is being set up and the final touches are made to the agreement between us and the two businesses we will be infiltrating. This way you two can get used to each other and get to know each other before playing at being in love, get the awkwardness out the way of any prying eyes. That being said it is doubtful that you will be being watched right now although he is out hunting no doubt so we need to be quick to get on his radar." Hotch states, although that point is quite obvious.

We spend the next hour or so going over fine details, names, jobs, etc until we are all certain that we know what we are doing. Then we head out to dinner as a group to get used to each other and get to know one another a little better.

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Dinner went well, the BAU is an amusing bunch and they are exactly like I thought, a family. It was lovely to witness and sweet to be apart of, even if only for a short while. We ate at a cute little chinese place, getting ourselves into character, it was odd calling a man I never met before, dad, odder than calling a stranger my wife.

After dinner we said our goodbyes and JJ and I took the short walk to the hotel, hand in hand. We had been given our wedding rings earlier that day and dropped our bags at the hotel before going to the restaurant. Having done plenty of undercover op's as someone's wife, holding hands was nothing new but holding this beautiful blondes hand was doing strange things to me. I felt like a teenager, getting giddy over my crush paying me attention.

Once in the room we settled on who would wash up for bed first, what to watch on t.v, who would sleep on what side of the bed, etc. I soon found out that Jennifer was not at all shy as I got my things out my bag to wash up for bed she stripped down to change into her jammies. Once again I could feel the blush threating to surface but just about managed to control my emotions.

"You ok there, Emily? Does me changing right here make you uncomfortable?" She asks, voice full of concern as she stands there with no top on.

I school my features as to not give away how much seeing her half naked turns me on. "Not at all, I'm just enjoying the view, wifey." I wink and turn on my heals towards the bathroom unsure on if I want to see her reaction or not.

I have never been shy of my sexuality, I am proud and happy to be me but out right telling the stranger you are pretending to be married to that you are indeed gay full time not just for this undercover op could be a mistake I am not willing to make.

In the bathroom I take a moment to relax and cool myself down before washing up for bed. God this job is going to be the death if me! How am I expected to keep it in my pants?! How am I expected to sleep beside this blonde bombshell for the next two months and keep my hands to myself? I think I literally have entered mission impossible.