Since Derek Morgan temporarily accepted the unit chief position from Hotch, he had the unfortunate pleasure of telling his two friends about their next case. He had to tell the two people on the team that would most likely kill him that they had to go undercover. Morgan stared at Hotch's closed door before taking a deep breath and rapping his knuckles against it quickly.

"Come in," he heard. Morgan opened the door slowly and put on a brave face.

"Hey Hotch! What's up?" he said nervously.

Hotch looked up from the file on his desk. "Nothing. What's wrong?" He asked the usually cool profiler.

Morgan cleared his throat. "I actually have something I need to discuss with you so could you stop by my office in about ten minutes?" he asked politely.

Hotch knew Morgan was acting strange and he wondered why he couldn't talk to him here, but he let it slide. He nodded his head. "Of course," he replied.

"Good, see ya in 10," he said then left his office quickly leaving a confused Hotch sitting at his desk.

After Morgan had a similar conversation with Emily, he sat in his office nervously tapping his foot against the ground. He looked around quickly to see if there was any armor he could use to defend himself, but he was out of luck. There was nothing. When a light knock graced his door he jumped. He said a silent prayer. "It's now or never Derek," he said to himself as a pep talk. "Come on in," he called. Hotch strolled in and took a spot in front of Morgan's desk.

"Have a seat," Morgan told him and they made small talk until there was another knock on the door. "Yes?" he called out.

Emily poked her head inside. "Are you ready for me?"

Morgan nodded and waved her inside. A look of confusion flashed across Emily's face when she spotted Hotch sitting before Morgan. He motioned for her to sit in the chair besides Hotch. The two agents shared a small smile as she sat down.

Morgan got up from his seat and started to pace before them saying nothing. Emily looked over at Hotch and he shrugged.

"Morgan? What happened?"

He stopped his pacing when he heard the concern in Emily's voice.

"We got a case." The two agents nodded at the news. "This case is different from any other case we've ever had. I need you two to go undercover."

Emily and Hotch looked at each other. "I've gone undercover before." Emily stated slowly. "How is this going to be any different?"

"When I tell you I need you guys to stay calm okay?"

Emily squirmed in her seat. She didn't like that sentence. She nodded her head slowly and she saw Hotch do the same out of the corner of her eye.

"Well," Morgan started, "this UNSUB is killing brunettes. Beautiful brunettes. He gets on the set and he watches them, then he follows them out to their cars and drives them somewhere deserted and then rapes and beats them to death." Morgan paused.

"The set?" Hotch asked.

"Yes, for a, um, movie," he replied.

"So," Emily chimed in, "are we going to be extras or just behind the scenes?"

"You two are going to be the stars actually. We need you to draw him in Em. You fit the two things he looks for. And Hotch you were picked because I can't, Rossi's too old and Reid would have a heart attack, but you Hotch, you would be able to handle it the best."

Emily sat there shocked. "I have to act?"

Morgan gulped nervously and started to play with his hands. "A little bit."

"A little bit?" Hotch wondered out loud. "What kind of movie has a little acting? Derek, what kind of movie is this?"

He dropped his head then grabbed the script off this desk and handed it to them. Hotch gasped and Emily started to choke on air. Hotch quickly patted her back.

"Horny Potter and the Chamber of Dicks?" Emily blurted out quickly. "Are you kidding me? Is this some sort of joke? Where's the camera?" Emily shouted.

"It's no joke Prentiss. I wish it was, but—"

"You want me to star in a porno?" She cut him off quickly. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"Emily, it'll—"

"And what am I supposed to do?" Hotch chimed in.

"Well you'll be there with her. You are the co-star."

Now it was Hotch's turn to choke. Emily rubbed his back, and Hotch tensed slightly. He hated the fact that just a small touch from her set him on fire. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this? He had to star in a porno with Emily Prentiss…who just happened to be the woman of his dreams.