𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ~ 𝐂.𝐌.

𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙎?

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
{   Any Dreams?   }
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"SO YOU AND PRENTISS, HUH?" Derek's voice is close behind you.

You look up from your file, turning around as you try to hide the fact that your heart just shot into your throat. You force your eyebrows together.

"What?"

When you stare back at Morgan, you can tell he's studying your expression.

Dont bite your lip. Dont let your eyelid twitch.

"I saw her come out of your hotel room this morning and look, I'm just wondering where my invitation was." He smirks.

Shit.

There's a moment of silence between the two of you, your eyes still squinted in artificial confusion, before you force a laugh through gritted teeth.

"In your dreams." You tease, your muscles still visibly taught. That's one tell that you're completely unaware of and unable to control.

You turn back around and continue sifting through files, hoping that Morgan won't press any further.

"You're not denying it." He's standing beside you now, organizing papers of his own.

You don't glance up from the tabletop, but Morgan's gaze is boring into the side of your head as you raise your brows. When he first taunted you about Prentiss leaving your room, he was halfway joking, but now, you're too defensive for him to believe that nothing happened.

"I needed help with something last night." You grip the file tighter.

"Oh yeah?" He chuckles. "And what kind of 'something' could've had Emily sneaking out at six in the morning?"

He's not looking at you anymore, so he can't tell that you're not entertained by his jokes. He can't see your posture stiffen further as he speaks.

"It wasn't anything, okay?" Your voice is a little too sharp now, and you catch it, so you force a breathy laugh, trying to regain control. "Seriously, you're reading way too far into this."

Morgan raises an eyebrow, sensing that he's hit a nerve but not quite understanding why; he didn't expect to be right about you and Emily, although it does make sense. Your sexuality has never really crossed his mind until now. Different from JJ, Penelope, and any other woman who's been apart of the team—aside from Emily—you've never talked about men, ever.  In the time that he's known you, you've never so much as mentioned a guy, and that's impressive even for a private person such as yourself.

"Okay, okay, I got it. But if there is more to it, it's cool. No judgement here." He puts his hands up in mock surrender, a smile still playing at his lips. "I mean, we're all grown-ups."

Morgan's eyes widen as you slam a file down on the table, the force of it shocking him. Hotch and JJ, who are conversing less than twenty feet away from you, turn their heads at the sound of the folder hitting the table.

"Look, I don't know what you're implying, but you're way off base." Your voice is firm, but there's an edge to it that betrays your discomfort. Hotch begins to approach when he sees the hostility behind your interaction with Morgan. "Men are being murdered and I'm here to do my job, not be the subject of your wild assumptions or whatever gossip comes with them.  So whatever you're thinking, just drop it."

You can see the surprise on his face, the way his smile falters. You've said more than enough to shut him down, but the tension between you is unmistakable.