Blonde Kryptonite

Summary: He's just a normal human being, but with her he feels like being from outer space.

Notes: Answer to "The Crossover Challenge" on "CCOAC". I chose (as the non-CM character) Oliver Queen from "Smallville" and got Jennifer Jareau assigned. Set in an AU somewhere between "Justice" (611) and "Odyssey" (801) for Smallville. AU for Criminal Minds, as Will (and therefore Henry) never came into the picture. Will include the appearance of characters from both shows.

Disclaimer: Neither "Criminal Minds" nor "Smallville" or the characters in either of the shows are mine (to my endless dismay), or the songs used for inspiration for that matter, but I really really really wouldn't mind owing Oliver Queen… *deep sigh* Life's definitely not fair…

Prologue

"I Saw Her Standing There"

"Stella Luna" Club, Star City

He always had an eye for the finer things in life. Whether it was art, food, cars, motorcycles or everything connected to his "side job" as the "Green Arrow", Oliver Jonas Queen could pride himself with the ability to combine functionality with a certain degree of beauty. But in one category, the tall blonde considered himself being a master: Women. Whether they were blonde, brunette, a redhead, raven-haired, tall or petite – he loved them just for being a woman. And so he wasn't even slightly surprised when he spotted her in one of the booths bordering the dance floor several feet below him. Long, blonde hair (although Oliver considered himself more of a brunette lover), infectious laughter. Judging by her and her companion's look, they came straight from work to the club to unwind. But he had never seen her before, neither here in the club or anywhere else in the city. And even if he didn't know anything about her (yet), he was already drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

But Oliver, up the stairs in the VIP lounge, wasn't the only one to notice something in the club. Both Jennifer and Penelope saw him standing at the balcony, looking over the crowd of people like he owned the place, but also like he was watching out for them all. The tall blonde with the stunning looks had something serene and yet mysterious to him, something Jennifer Jareau was hoping to disclose in the nearest future.

"PG, let me out!"

To intensify her demand, the BAU's media liaison clapped several times on the thigh of her best friend.

"Gonna set up your trap, gumdrop?"

"Definitely. And no, I'm not gonna share all the dirty details with you afterwards, ok? A girl's gotta have the right keep something to herself, or not?"

"Maybe, but at least give me a name, so my babies back home can work their magic on him." She decided to ignore the glare her friend sent her. "Or at least on his life."

If Jennifer thought about Oliver that he owned the place, he was more than allowed to consider her as the owner of the dance floor. From the second she set her foot on the slight elevated platform, the dancing masses parted in front of her like a curtain. To his big surprise, she didn't stop to dance, but made her way over to the stairs, only to be stopped by one of the security guys. But only for a few seconds. After holding her hand up, obviously showing something to him, the guy made room for her to proceed up the stairs, closer to him. He followed her every move with his eyes, unable to even considering looking away. Jennifer was absolutely sure about his reaction, knowing very well why she chose this dress this morning. The black dress with white shoulders did less to nothing to hide her curves, and paired with equally black-white stilettos and an all-open hair style, she was dressed to kill, as semi-verbally proved by her colleagues, namely Dave and Hotch, who both had to take deep gulps of air after seeing her.

"Hey, stranger."

"Hey to yourself."

"Enjoying the view?"

"Absolutely."

Both of them were not quite sure as to what Oliver was referring. But on the other hand, none of them had the care to clarify it, at least yet.

"New in town?"

"No, just here on business."

"And what kind of business would that be?"

Jennifer saw his chocolate brown eyes sparkle, his curiosity shining through them all the way over into her baby blue ones. To make him understand every single word of her answer over the dance music beneath them, she leaned closer to him. Which wasn't all of a sudden such a good idea, because his expensive cologne made her sway lightly, infiltrating her senses.

"That kind of business that ensures that citizens like you can sleep safe and sound at night."

He turned his face to her, a lopsided smile gracing his features.

"Who says that I'm sleeping at night?"

Oliver didn't wait for her to react, but opted for asking another question.

"Wanna take this someplace where we don't have to scream?"

"Sure, just let me tell my friends I'm leaving."

She pointed down to the booth, where six pairs of eyes followed their every move, ready to spring in action if he would dare to make a wrong move on their fair-haired princess. JJ was about to leave when he stopped her with a hand on her arm, causing her to whip around and face him.

"What?"

Instead of an answer, Oliver gestured to a young man standing in the shadows of the area. When the man got closer, she saw him holding a piece of paper and a pen.

"Justin here will make sure your friends will be informed."

"Do you really think they would believe him?"

"Well, I think I know one thing about your friends, especially one of them." Her brows went up, interest peaked up. "Blondie No. 2 seems to be pretty good with computers, the way she's gesturing around."

JJ sent him a smile, both relieved and stunned at the same time. Stunned that he could read so much just from some hand gestures. And relieved that he didn't blow her cover, since she was out as bait for a serial killer the team was hunting in Star City.

True to his word, Oliver sent Justin down to the booth, the address where he was planning to take Jennifer written on the paper. As the "Green Arrow", he had heard about the serial killer, who was preying on young female club goers, especially when they were accompanied by equally young men from the high society. He actually hoped that by taking Jennifer with him, he would be able to lure the killer into the trap he and his team of crime fighters, the "Justice League", had already set up.

Although they both hadn't drunk anything back in the club, Jennifer felt like swaying. Not the kind of swaying you could get from either too much to drink or one spiked drink, but another kind of swaying. She felt easy on her feet, almost like flying. Something she hadn't felt for quite a long time now.

Little did she know that the feeling she was experiencing wouldn't last very long. Right the moment when he held the door to his emerald green Lamborghini open for her to get in, Oliver was clubbed from behind with a 2-by-4, going down almost immediately. The last thing Jennifer Jareau felt before her world turned black was the unique smell of chloroform.

TBC