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There was only this part, if she ڈیٹس اپ more, I will post them here as well. :)
No way.”
“There’s no one else.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I couldn’t be مزید serious if I told آپ that the fate of the free world depended on this—which, incidentally, it kinda does.”
“Emily, come on. I take it back.”
The agent smiled an impish sort of grin. “Not so funny now, is it?”
“Come on.”
“Oh, quit complaining. You’ll have company. Look, there he comes.”
“This is ridiculous.”
Emily stood in front of her colleague, passively checking that his hair was straight and his outfit were suitable. “Reid, آپ look great. Where’d آپ get the clothes?”
“Roxie over there borrowed them to me.” The agent grimaced. “You do realize I have enough trouble with prostitutes?”
“Prostitutes love you, Reid. Why do آپ think آپ got picked for this?”
“Because we made fun of آپ that time in Atlanta?”
Emily shook her head. “That’s just a bonus.” The grin on her face widened.
“Oh, there آپ are,” a tall woman کہا as she walked over, dragging a reluctant مورگن in tow. “Took forever to get this one ready, it did.”
“Aww,” Emily snickered, taking a look at their informant’s handiwork. “You two look simply gorgeous.”
“I’m gonna need a ماہ off after this,” مورگن grumbled, trying to adjust his سکرٹ, گھیرنا and high heels.
“You’ll be fine. Now, just remember to look available but slightly disinterested—no one likes a pushy sex worker,” the informant said, giving her own long sequined dress a tug over well-built calves and clearing her husky voice a bit. “Work those pretty faces, and remember than you’ve got me and Amber right nearby.”
“Great,” مورگن grumbled. “You’re sure about this?”
“Oh, definitely,” Emily said, waving a little as she stepped into the surveillance booth with Hotch and Rossi. “Our little unsub is gonna love you…you both look great.”
“I swear, if she snaps one picture of us in these getups…”
“You can lock her in a closet and I’ll get her posing nude for Hugh Hefner,” مورگن promised. “In fact, that’s not a bad idea…”
“First things first, though.”
“Right. We’ve got working girls to save.” Sighing, the pair balanced precariously on their stilettos and headed for the street.
There was only this part, if she ڈیٹس اپ more, I will post them here as well. :)
No way.”
“There’s no one else.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I couldn’t be مزید serious if I told آپ that the fate of the free world depended on this—which, incidentally, it kinda does.”
“Emily, come on. I take it back.”
The agent smiled an impish sort of grin. “Not so funny now, is it?”
“Come on.”
“Oh, quit complaining. You’ll have company. Look, there he comes.”
“This is ridiculous.”
Emily stood in front of her colleague, passively checking that his hair was straight and his outfit were suitable. “Reid, آپ look great. Where’d آپ get the clothes?”
“Roxie over there borrowed them to me.” The agent grimaced. “You do realize I have enough trouble with prostitutes?”
“Prostitutes love you, Reid. Why do آپ think آپ got picked for this?”
“Because we made fun of آپ that time in Atlanta?”
Emily shook her head. “That’s just a bonus.” The grin on her face widened.
“Oh, there آپ are,” a tall woman کہا as she walked over, dragging a reluctant مورگن in tow. “Took forever to get this one ready, it did.”
“Aww,” Emily snickered, taking a look at their informant’s handiwork. “You two look simply gorgeous.”
“I’m gonna need a ماہ off after this,” مورگن grumbled, trying to adjust his سکرٹ, گھیرنا and high heels.
“You’ll be fine. Now, just remember to look available but slightly disinterested—no one likes a pushy sex worker,” the informant said, giving her own long sequined dress a tug over well-built calves and clearing her husky voice a bit. “Work those pretty faces, and remember than you’ve got me and Amber right nearby.”
“Great,” مورگن grumbled. “You’re sure about this?”
“Oh, definitely,” Emily said, waving a little as she stepped into the surveillance booth with Hotch and Rossi. “Our little unsub is gonna love you…you both look great.”
“I swear, if she snaps one picture of us in these getups…”
“You can lock her in a closet and I’ll get her posing nude for Hugh Hefner,” مورگن promised. “In fact, that’s not a bad idea…”
“First things first, though.”
“Right. We’ve got working girls to save.” Sighing, the pair balanced precariously on their stilettos and headed for the street.