A/N: Here's another little story from me before I get back to my new chapter of "One Night". It was originally intended to be a one-shot, and I've already finished writing it, but I still have to type the rest, so I decided to split it up into two or three chapters. The rest will be posted later today, as I have to catch up some sleep right now.

Hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me, this was written solely for entertaining purposes.

Dates And Other Difficulties

What a wonderful dream! Jennifer Jareau was lying in bed, held by strong arms, tightly wrapped around her petite body, pressing her against a solid chest, and felt completely relaxed and content. Feeling the sleep leaving her body and beginning to wake up, she desperately wanted to hold on to this wonderful dream, if only just for another few minutes.

Stirring to turn herself around, she noticed that something or someone was keeping her in place, that she couldn't move. This was not a dream anymore, was it? Because it definitely felt like those strong arms and the hard, but warm chest were real!

Inhaling a deep breath, JJ also realized that that this was not her own bed she was lying in. There was something familiar about the scent that surrounded her, but she couldn't quite put her finger into what it was, or who this scent belonged to. She felt the arms tightening around her waist and her back even more, and pressed her face into what she just now noticed was a naked chest. For some reason, she felt so comfortable that she didn't just want to leave this current state yet, and the strangely familiar scent of this man assured her that there was nothing to be worried about at the moment.

Keeping her eyes closed, she tried to recall what had happened the night before, how she had ended up in a bed with an unknown man, but her memory seemed a bit hazy. Of course, she could have just raised her head to find out who the guy was, but she felt way too comfortable and lazy right now to do that. God, she could get used to this!

If she was correct – something that she wasn't really sure about – it was now Saturday morning. What had she done Friday night? Oh right, the date!

Agent James Henderson, a colleague from the Cyber Crime Unit had asked her out. He was a nice and attractive man, if she might say so, pretty much the type of men she had always used to date, and she actually enjoyed their little flirts when they met in the cafeteria or somewhere else in the great halls of the FBI headquarters. They were also a welcomed distraction from the one man she'd been interested in more than anyone else, but who she was more than certain she could never have. Oh well, she'd actually thought it would help her to get over her infatuation with David Rossi – something of which the legendary profiler hopefully wasn't aware of – when she went out on a date with another man. And since she'd always liked to be in Agent Henderson's company, she figured that it couldn't hurt to be with him. At the very least she was going to have a nice dinner and a pleasant conversation. She'd never have imagined how wrong she'd been on that.

The date had turned out to be a complete disaster. This man, who had always seemed so nice and well-mannered, had turned out to be the most impolite and self-centered person she'd ever met! Talking without drawing a breath, only about himself and what a great Agent he thought he was, she'd already realized on the way to the restaurant that she was going to end this evening as quickly as possible, and that there would definitely not be a second date. But since she hadn't eaten a lot over the course of the day and had been quite hungry by the time he picked her up, she thought about the free dinner she was going to get and decided to sit through it and at least enjoy some good Chinese food. However, even that had gone totally wrong!

Never before had she seen a man having such bad table manners. By the time they'd gotten their meals, he had already downed two beers, belching a couple of times without even thinking about apologizing for it. All of her appetite had suddenly vanished when he started to eat. Shoving the food into his mouth as if he'd been on the verge of starving, munching with his mouth wide open, he never stopped talking, exposing JJ to the repulsive sight of his chewed food. When a piece of meat fell out of his mouth, JJ decided she'd had enough. Excusing herself for a moment, she went over to the restrooms and tried to think of an excuse to leave this guy at once. Deciding to fake a pounding headache, she went back out, and asked him, as politely as she could in that situation, if he minded she went home now, her head was killing her. Muttering something she could barely identify as "Sure, okay", he never even looked up from his plate as she left the restaurant. Once outside, she took a deep breath before she pulled out her cell phone to call a taxi. Dialing the number, she suddenly heard a familiar voice calling her name. Raising her head, she saw David Rossi approaching her...

Oh my God, Rossi! Suddenly recognizing who the familiar scent belonged to, her eyes snapped open and her head jerked up, seeing that it was indeed Rossi who she had shared the bed with all night.

"Good Morning, Sunshine!" He greeted her with a wide grin on his face, looking like he'd obviously been awake for quite a while.

"Oh my God, this can't be true!" She only realized that she'd said these words out loud when she heard him ask: "What?"

Wriggling out of his arms to sit up next to him, JJ desperately tried to remember what had happened after she had agreed to go home with him. He had offered her some wine and a feel-good movie to get over that disastrous date, she had ranted to him about as soon as he'd asked her what she was doing in front of that restaurant alone.

But her mind was totally blank, she had no idea when or why she had ended up in his bed. Not that she hadn't fantasized about it before, but right now was not a good time to indulge in these fantasies.

"What happened? How did I get here?" She asked him softly, blushing as she felt embarrassed for having to admit that she didn't remember anything. She saw him opening his mouth to respond, but before he had a chance to say a word, she suddenly realized that she was not wearing all of her clothes anymore, but one of his shirts over her underwear.

"Please tell me that's not true. I did not have a one-night stand with David Rossi," she muttered barely audible in disbelief, more to herself than to him. "This is so wrong."

The grin on his face became bigger and bigger as she tried to wrap her mind around that thought.

"Please tell me what happened!" She practically begged him. "And wipe that stupid, cocky grin off your face!"

"Why don't you tell me?" He smirked.

"Jesus, Rossi, would I be asking if I remembered? All I know is that we sat down on your couch with a glass of wine to watch a movie. After that, everything goes blank."

Leaning over to look deeply into her eyes, making her shiver at the intensity and gentleness of his stare, he wanted to know earnestly: "You really don't remember the mind-blowing, life-altering sex we had last night?"