Title: Walking In Memphis
By: protejerinnocencia
Pairing: Prentiss/Morgan
Rating: PG
Summary: After a case in Memphis, Morgan takes Emily for a special visit to a legend.

***

Her hair whipped around her face as they climbed out of the car. It was close to four in the afternoon. They'd just finished a case with the Memphis PD and had some time to kill before the jet took off back to Quantico. She wasn't really sure why they were here. She looked over her shoulder at Morgan.

"Why are we here again?" Emily asked as they moved closer to an iron gate.

"I told you…you are standing in the presence of greatness," Morgan answered with a laugh. Emily looked around and didn't see anyone around, save a few security officers beyond the gates.

"Ok…if that's some new age pick up line…yeah it's not working," Emily commented.

"No Prentiss, I'm no talking about myself," Morgan laughed. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"This is Graceland. You know…Elvis…the King," he explained. Emily covered her mouth, trying not to blush too much.

"Wow….you have no idea how stupid I feel right now," she blurted. Morgan just smiled at her.

"Don't worry, you're secret's safe with me," he whispered, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. They stood there in their leather jackets and sunglasses for a while without saying anything. Emily leaned a little closer to him when one of the security guards noticed them standing there.

"Can I help you?" he asked, walking over.

"We're just paying our respects," Morgan answered. The guard nodded his head and returned to his post.

"Come on," he said and took Emily by the hand. They strolled up the sidewalk a little ways until they came to a bridge.

"You're just trying to show off," Emily snickered, giving Morgan's shoulder a playful shove.

"What…me? Nah," he replied.

"Yes you," Emily countered, resting her arms on the edge of the railing.

"Maybe if we were in Chicago," he said, mirroring her gesture.

"I'm glad you stayed with the unit," Morgan said softly after a while.

"Me too," she agreed. Emily gazed out over the river, getting lost in the sun flickering on the surface. She didn't notice Morgan staring at her until he spoke again.

"Give me your hand," he said. She looked over at him.

"What?" she asked.

"Just give me your hand," he repeated. She gave him a quizzical look but extended her hand. He took it and spun her around in a large circle. In one fluid motion, he caught her and picked her up.

"Morgan!" she squealed as he started spinning around in the middle of the bridge. He laughed as she clung to him for dear life.

"Put me down!" she protested.

"Give me a good reason," he replied.

"If you don't I'm going to kick your ass," she threatened. Morgan snorted but set her down. She clung to him for a few more seconds to catch her balance.

"You're nuts," she said, brushing hair from her face.

"A little fun never hurt anybody," he murmured. Emily couldn't help but smile as he leaned down. Their lips met briefly and he pulled away.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to seduce me, Agent Morgan,' she teased.

"Seduce? No. Woo…now that's a different story," he answered. Just then Emily's cell began to ring.

"Prentiss," she spoke.

"Yes Sir. We're on our way," she said and hung up.

"Hotch wanted to know where we are. Wheels up earlier than we thought," she explained. They headed back to the car and Emily snagged the keys from his hand.

"I'll drive," she said.

"I see how it is," he chuckled and climbed in the passenger seat.

"Thanks," she muttered as she pulled back onto the main road.

"For what?" he questioned.

"For taking me here," she answered.

"Any time," he said, squeezing her right hand.