Hey, so here's a new story for you all to enjoy. Or hate. Whichever. I do not own Criminal Minds, unfortunately, but I will some day when I take over the world. Oh, and should I continue this?

The Truth

Emily Prentiss was sitting at her desk in the BAU, Quantico. She was staring at her computer screen for the last twenty minutes. She had gotten an e-mail from her mother, well one of her mother's assistants, asking, no telling her to attend one of her functions this week. And to bring a date. She didn't know which was worse, seeing her mother again or having to find a date.

''Something wrong Prentiss?'' Morgan asked. He had noticed she hadn't moved in awhile, only to sigh, place her head in her hands and glare at the monitor.

''Uh, kind of,'' she answered and sighed.

''What's wrong?''

''I have to go to one of my mother's functions. And bring a date.''

''And what's wrong with that?''

''You've met my mother haven't you?''

''Briefly.''

''Well then you haven't seen the real her. She is a stuck-up, insufferable bitch, who cares about nothing but her appearance to the outside world, and doesn't really give a damn about me, never did, never will.''

''That's harsh.''

''It's all true. And now after avoiding her for two years, two glorious years, I have to attend one of her posh, snooty functions and bring a date who is 'socially acceptable' for an ambassador's daughter.''

''You don't have a date do you?''

''Not really, no. And I don't know what to do, she's always trying to set me up with friend's sons, but I hated all of them and nothing ever came of it, and you know socialising is hard for me, and can you imagine my mother's face when I tell her that I've only known the guy I brought for two weeks because that's when it's on and-''

''Whoa, whoa, stop rambling and slow down princess. I'll go with you.''

''You will?'' she asked, raising an eyebrow. Her mother had met Morgan before, but it was likely that she didn't remember him. He was handsome, polite when he wanted to be, and scrubbed up well, when he wasn't wearing cargo pants and a t-shirt.

''Yeah sure, I mean how bad can it be?'' he smiled, flashing his dazzlingly white teeth.

''Oh Derek, you have no idea. But if you hate it it's not my fault.''

''Ok. So when is it?''

''Two weeks.''

The day of the function Morgan arrived over at Emily's in his suit. She had insisted he come over early to give him a lesson on etiquette. She opened the door to a smiling Morgan who was holding flowers.

''You didn't have to get me flowers. It isn't an actual date,'' she said as she let him in.

''I know, I know, I just wanted to make a good impression. So what's my first lesson princess?'' he asked and perched himself against her kitchen counter. ''By the way you look beautiful,'' he added as he took in the black dress that hugged her slim figure.

''Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself. Ok, first lesson. You call me Emily, not Prentiss, not Princess, not Chinchilla,'' she instructed. The latter was his new nickname for her and she hated it.

''Ok, so it's Emily. I can do that. So what else?''

''Don't try to ogle the other women at the party.''

''Since when do I ogle women?''

''All the time! Remember when we went to the bar last week? You were staring at the waitress all night! And yesterday, when JJ wore the tight, short skirt you kept on staring at her when she walked past!''

''Hey if women don't want me to look at them they shouldn't be so beautiful,'' he smiled cheekily.

''Yeah yeah. Just remember to act like you're in love with me tonight ok?''

''Of course dear. Why would I want to look at another woman when I have a girlfriend as beautiful as you?'' he smirked.

''Oh, that reminds me. My mother will probably ask why you haven't proposed yet. Say that you've been waiting because you don't want to pressure me because our love is so fresh.''

''How stupid can your mother be?''

''She'll buy it, trust me. And remember to be nice and polite, no nicknames or flirting or any of that.''

''You got it. Now should we head off?''

''Yeah, she'll kill me if I'm late.''

He grabbed his keys and drove himself and Emily to the posh hotel where the function was being held. He drove up to the valet guy and handed him the keys. The hotel was huge, and there was hundreds of cars around the place. All expensive of course. ''Now I'm grateful I bought a nice car,'' he remarked as he admired the cars all around them.

''Me too, imagine if we'd turned up on a motorbike,'' she said as he helped her out of the car.

''Then we'd be arriving in style,'' he smiled.

''Oh yeah. Ooh hold your arm out.''

''Why?''

''So I can link it. We have to act like we're in love.''

''God, this is harder than the time I had to go undercover with Reid as a gay couple.''

''Oh I remember that! That was hilarious.''

''Oh be quiet. But I've still got pictures of when you had to go undercover with JJ.''

''It wasn't fair that Hotch made all four of us go undercover. Why couldn't he and Rossi go undercover? And what pictures?''

''Garcia made me.''

''Now I'm glad she made me get pictures of you and Reid,'' she smirked.

''She never told me that!''

''Hey keep your voice down. Oh no, there's my mother,'' Emily said and stopped dead in her tracks. Her mother saw her and came over.

''Oh Emily darling welcome! So good to see you again, and who's this?'' she asked as she saw Morgan.

''This is Derek mother,'' she answered as Morgan greeted her mother the way she showed him to.

''Hello Derek. I wasn't expecting you to bring a date Emily.''

''Really? When you sent me the invitation specifying I had to bring a date, you didn't expect me to actually bring a date?''

''You were always so headstrong. I never expected any man to come with you.''

''What? Are you saying-''

''Emily darling, let's go inside shall we?'' Morgan said before Emily committed the deadly act of matricide.

''You heard what she said, didn't you?'' she asked as he pulled her into the dining room.

''I did, she shouldn't have said it, but you don't have to sink to her level.''

''Oh I'm going to sink to her level. She's not getting away with this.''

Throughout dinner Emily kept glaring at her mother, and tried to think of ways to get sweet revenge. Morgan sensed her tenseness and said ''Emily I know you're upset but it's no big deal.''

''No big deal? She insulted me, my own mother insulted me, of course it's a big deal!'' she retorted angrily.

''From what I've heard, it sounds like nothing new.''

''Well no, it isn't. She was never a mother to encourage me, or compliment me or even show interest in me,'' she said sadly.

''Then ignore her. She's not worth your time Emily.''

''I know, but she just makes me so mad!''

''Ignore her, you don't want to do something you'll regret Emily.''

''I think this is a case for compartmentalising.''

''It's always a case of compartmentalising for you,'' he smiled.

''I know but this time I think it's actually necessary.''

After dinner they all moved to the ballroom and began dancing. Emily and Morgan tried to avoid it as best they could, but her mother was glaring at them so they danced for one song.

''I want to leave now,'' Emily said as she finished her third martini.

''But we've only been here about two hours,'' Morgan said.

''Tell me you're enjoying yourself Derek.''

''I could think of worse things to do Emily.''

''I just can't stand these things. They're hell to me.''

''I think hell's going to get a lot worse Emily,'' Morgan said as he spied Emily's mom walking over to them.

''Oh no,'' Emily said.

Her mother sat down at their table and said ''Emily, Derek, why aren't you dancing? You do have two left feet Emily, but this type of dance isn't too complicated for you.''

Emily shot daggers at her mother and Morgan could practically hear her grinding her teeth. ''Well maybe because unlike you mother, I don't dance with every man here just to make connections.''

''What are you insinuating Emily?''

''I'm insinuating that this is all for show. You just want to have a good image.''

''That's not true.''

''It is. All your life all you've ever cared about is having a good image. You ignored me to spend time working on your image!''

Emily's mother said nothing, she just walked away and gestured for Emily to come with her. Emily got up reluctantly and followed her out. Morgan flashed her an assuring smile as she stood up. Her mother walked into an unused room and Emily followed her in. The ambassador closed the door behind them and turned to face Emily. ''What do you want mother?'' Emily asked.

''To be honest with you.''

''About what?''

''About why I have never spent time with you.''

''You don't have to. I already know why. It's because you were too busy trying to further your career to spend time with your daughter.''

''That's not the reason.''

''Then what is?''

The ambassador sighed and sat down. ''About forty years ago Emily I was stationed in Ireland. I had a servant there who got pregnant. But she died during childbirth and she had no family to raise her child and they didn't know who the father was.''

''What are you saying?'' Emily asked, getting very confused.

''I'm saying that you are that child Emily. I took you because no-one else would. You're not really my daughter Emily.''

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