This story was written especially to make Tracia (ilovetvalot) smile. I hope it did its job.

FYI—in this particular story, JJ is still Media Liaison for the team. This is a two-shot, so there is one more chapter to follow. After I have my 'Rossi-expert' check it for 'Rossi-ness,' of course. LOL

Thanks for reading and enjoy.

~Angie

Jennifer Jareau was having second thoughts as she hurried into FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia. The skirt she was wearing was much too short, and she wasn't sure if the glasses were even her. She and Will had been broken up for nearly eleven months now, and she was ready to jump back into the dating pool. The only problem was…she wasn't sure that the object of her affection was ready to take the plunge with her.

She was thankful that when the elevator doors closed she was the only occupant aboard. Placing her bag by her feet, she grabbed the hem of her skirt—which stopped several inches above her knees—and gave it a solid tug, but it didn't move. That was probably a good thing, as the waist would have been below her ass cheeks if it had. With a sigh, she picked her bag back up once again.

Nothing good ever came from eavesdropping…even if it was accidental.

Three weeks ago…

JJ had just lifted her hand to knock on Hotch's slightly ajar door when she heard David Rossi's voice. Her hand froze, and she turned to go. Her matter really wasn't one of importance; there was no need to interrupt.

But at his next words, she stopped and listened intently.

"You know what I'm talking about," Rossi had said suggestively. "The sexy librarian fantasy?"

Hotch's chuckle followed. "Yes. I know that fantasy well," he agreed.

She could just picture Rossi's grin as he continued. "The skirt so short it's naughty, the sexy glasses with the hair that's escaped her pony tail to frame her face just right…" She could see his hands cupping the imaginary face in front of him.

Hotch's laughter had cut him off. "You've clearly had time to think about this," he remarked. "My fantasy isn't nearly so specific."

"That's because you have Haley," Rossi explained. "All I have to keep me warm at night is Mudgie. And she doesn't brush her teeth. So her breath?" He shuddered at the thought, evoking another laugh from Hotch.

"Hey, JJ," Reid said as he walked by.

JJ started as she turned around. "Hey, Spence," she said with forced nonchalance.

He came to a stop and turned to face her. "What are you doing standing here in the hallway?"

"Oh, I…I just needed to talk to Hotch, but he's in with Rossi, so…it can wait."

Reid nodded as he continued on his way.

JJ hurried in the direction of her office lest another colleague find her lurking outside of her Unit Chief's office and get the wrong idea. It wasn't him she was after.

That was the incident responsible for starting this mess and she couldn't help but wish she'd never overheard the conversation at all.

"Oh, my," Penelope said when JJ walked into her office a bit later.

"What?" JJ asked, looking down at her attire.

"I didn't know you wore glasses!" Penelope told her friend.

"I don't," JJ said. "I'm wearing them because they're trendy."

"Yeah, but…you're not."

"Thanks a lot, Garcia," JJ said dryly.

Penelope laughed. "I didn't mean for it to be an insult," Penelope said. "You just like to wear comfortable clothes. But look at this…you're smokin' fricken hot, Jayje."

"You didn't think I could be 'smokin' fricken hot?'" JJ returned, uncomfortable just verbalizing it.

"Oh, no. I knew you could," Penelope assured her friend. "I just thought I'd have to force something sexy on you. I didn't realize you'd go for it on your own."

"You don't think it's too…" JJ's voice trailed off as Penelope looked her friend over.

The crisp, white button up she was wearing wasn't quite as 'buttoned-up' as it should be. The shirt was a size too big, and JJ had left to top few buttons—as well as the last few—undone. She'd tied the fabric together, and had it been tailored perfectly, the loop would have been even with her waist, but because it was a smidge too big, it fell just below her hips. Her tweed skirt was barely peeking out from beneath, rendering the entire ensemble incredibly sexy. She'd forsaken her watch in favor of some slim, gold bangles, giving the outfit an even more feminine flair. The fact that the sleeves were rolled up to her elbows served to draw attention to the adornments. Penelope would bet money that her friend didn't even realize that she didn't need the extra finesse…not with those curves.

"Girl, you have got it goin' on," Penelope informed her friend, then giggled. "I've never seen tweed look sexy before."

JJ had to really concentrate on the facts of the case as she stood in front of the team for her presentation. When Reid had walked in and looked at her, his brows had furrowed as if he was confused; Morgan had grinned and then given her an appreciative nod. Hotch had appeared indifferent, as if he hadn't even noticed. She'd thought the same of Dave, but then she realized that the longer she stood up there talking, the more he kept shifting in his seat.

That had to be a good sign.

"Wheels up in twenty," Hotch finally said; the team dispersed, and Dave, who was moving as fast as he could in his present condition, followed his Unit Chief to his office. "Did you see that?" he asked in disbelief.

"See what?" Hotch asked distractedly as he studied the file in front of him.

"You…you didn't notice?" Dave asked in confusion.

Hotch finally looked up. "Notice what?" he asked.

Dave frowned. Had his Unit Chief, profiler extraordinaire, really been oblivious to JJ's attire in the conference room? "JJ was dressed like a sexy librarian," he informed Hotch.

Hotch laughed, thinking of their conservative Media Liaison and doubting what Dave had seen. He played along, anyway. "Dave, I go home to a blonde every night we're in town. My fantasy librarian is a red-head."

Dave's fantasy librarian, however, was standing just outside of their Tech Analyst's doorway, which was strategically placed just across the bullpen from Hotch's office for a perfect view. His eyes travelled up her legs, over the curve of her ass, and the hidden swell of her breasts until he met her face.

She was staring unblinkingly back at him, and her lips lifted in a slow, sexy grin.