"Are you telling me you won´t do it?" Morgan´s eyes looked at me in challenge.
"Why should I? What´s in it for me?" I raise an eyebrow in question and take another drink from my beer as I look over the packed bar.
"Come on, all you gotta do is kiss the next person that comes through the door. You get a hundred bucks for it." Trust Garcia to join in with her partner-in-crime.
Another Friday night, another challenge. It has become tradition when the four of us go out that dares are a part of the program. We bet whether Morgan can get ten numbers in thirty minutes or how many shots Garcia can take before she passes out. Tonight, it´s my turn.
"Just go to the entrance and kiss the next person that walks through the door." Garcia walks over and puts a hand over my shoulder. She waves over a waiter and buys me a shot which I down before heading towards the exit. I want to run but the eyes of Morgan and Garcia are watching me attentively.
Why in the hell did I even agree to this?
I make my way to the entrance and I feel the fresh air blow in my face as the door opens. I grab the person in question, push him up against the wall and press my lips against his. In the darkness it seems to be a small man.
Soon enough, however, I am convinced that I´m kissing a woman. I open my eyes and am met by familiar blue ones. The realization sets in that I´m kissing J.J.
Strangely enough, she doesn´t fight me off or push me away. Her hands are on my hips and she is suddenly pulling me closer. She deepens the kiss and I moan into her mouth. My fingers find themselves into her hair and undo the ponytail she is wearing. I allow her soft hair to fall over my fingers, wrap themselves in it and using it to pull her even closer.
Remembering that we are being observed, I pull away to see a large man standing in front of us, blocking Garcia and Morgan´s view of the proceedings. J.J. gathers her composure and we walk together to the table we usually share. We make up some story about some burly guy I tried to kiss who then pushed me away and since J.J. backs me up, the others don´t question it. The rest of the evening goes as planned, although J.J. keeps shooting me glances I cannot interpret for the rest of the night.
I awaken the next morning with a terrible headache due to the alcohol consumed the night before and to a text from Garcia that we have a new case. I crawl into some clothes from my closet, grab my go-bag and think wearily of the fact that I´ll have to face J.J. today. I hardly know how to interpret the happenings of the night before. She kept on kissing me after realizing who I was. What does that mean?
I am late for the meeting and after Hotch has declared as is his custom that we depart in half an hour, I follow J.J. to her office and close the door. She is buried over paperwork, preparing for the case ahead.
"J.J. can we talk about last night?"
"What about it?" She doesn´t look up from her papers.
"About the kiss. It was just a damn bet and I´m sorry. I don´t want it to create problems between us..." I´m rambling now and cannot help it. "I was hoping we could just forget about it."
J,J. Finally looks up from her paperwork. "I can do that," she agrees without displaying a single emotion.
"Thank you," I breathe, grateful that such a ridiculous bet won´t cause problems between us. My hand is on the doorknob when she speaks again.
"Perhaps I don´t want to, thought." I turn at her voice and lean up against the door as J.J. arises from her chair and advances towards me. Soon enough, she is only inches away from me, with a devilish smile on her face. "After all, that kiss was damn sexy."