"Director Robbens," Erin Strauss greeted her boss with a smile as she entered the spacious office. She was not expecting to meet with the director today, their meeting was set for next Monday, but when she arrived at work this morning, her secretary informed her that the director wanted to see her immediately.

"Erin, thank you for coming in." The Director, James Robbens, was a tall, slim man with dark hair that had obviously come from a box. His facial features were somewhat handsome, but he was never someone Erin considered appealing. She knew he was mostly a player as well, sleeping with all of his secretaries and even marrying one. She has known him since they were just agents about 20 years ago. He got promoted to director not long before Erin got promoted to Section Chief.

"Yes, I wasn't expecting to meet with you," she told him as she sat down in the chair across from her desk. "My calendar has us meeting on Monday."

James waved a hand to as if to dismiss their meeting for the following week. "We can cancel that, what we are going to discuss today is more important."

"I'm listening," she nodded her head and folded her hands across her knee where her legs were crossed in front of her. She already didn't like where this was heading.

"I'm having some... concerns about your team in the Behavioral Analysis Unit, Erin," he said. "Now I know that they are already apprehensive about you over there, but I think I've figured a way to bring them down once and for all."

Erin felt her chest tighten and her throat dry up. "Sir, with all due respect, the BAU-"

"Oh, cut the crap, Erin," he cut her off and she clamped her mouth shut. "Do you really believe that bullshit they tell you? Profiling, is that what they call it?"

"It's a very effective study, sir. It has proven itself since David Rossi and Jason Gideon began the unit over 20 years ago," she countered. She didn't know when she began rooting for the team that she knew despised her, but she wasn't surprised at herself.

James snorted with dark laughter and leaned forward with his arms resting on his desk. "We both know those two idiots just talked shit out of their ass back then, and they're still doing it now. I want them done with, Erin."

"What exactly do you expect me to do about it?" she checked her tone and cleared her throat before adding, "Sir."

James smirked, sneering at her. "You and David Rossi have a past, no?"

Erin's cheeks flared up and her hands began to sweat. She and David did have their adventurous days back when they were young, it was true, but it felt like a million years ago. Once Erin got married and David began the BAU, they stopped their childish ways and drifted apart. Trying to act nonchalant, but knowing in the back of her mind that James saw right through her, Erin shrugged. "We've known each other for many years, yes."

"So you've fucked him."

It was more of a statement than a question and it threw her off-guard and caused her eyes to open of their own accord in shock. "Sir, I don't-"

"Are you married, Erin?"

"Well, no, not anymo-"

"No boyfriend, partner? You're what, 3 months sober?"

Erin gritted her teeth at the sly smile on her boss' face. "No significant other in my life and yes I am sober," she growled.

"Excellent!" Director Robbens leaned back in his chair and observed her for a moment before letting another grin cover his face. "I have a proposition, Erin, and if you want to keep your job secure here in the FBI, you will accept. Otherwise, you and your reputation at the Bureau will be destroyed and you can guarantee I will do it."

She stared blankly at him, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. James could always be menacing, especially when threatening someone. "What do you need me to do?" she asked, her voice shaking.

James stood up and walked around his desk, leaning against the front of it and folding his arms in front of his chest.

"I want you to seduce David Rossi."