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New Year's With a Friend-Chapter 1
Agent Jennifer Jareau's high heeled shoes made a loud clacking noise as she walked through the deserted bullpen. She was a woman on a mission and her mission was finding the dark haired, big egoed, Italian profiler and she had more than an inkling of where she could find him. Knocking on his office door, she didn't wait for an invitation before entering. When she did, she found him staring out the window, an open bottle of scotch sitting on his desk.
"Hey Rossi, what are you doing for New Year's?" She asked cheerily, never taking her eyes off of the man. If he only knew that she had been lusting after him since the first day she met him in Hotch's office…hell, if only he knew she'd been fantasizing about him since the first time she saw him in the Georgetown University bookstore back when she'd been a young coed. She shook those thoughts from her head as she waited for his answer.
Pulling his eyes from the dreary winter day outside of his window, Rossi looked at her confused. "What?" He asked, not sure how or when she'd come into his office.
"The weekend," she repeated slowly, "What are your plans for the weekend?" When she saw his blank stare, she elaborated. "Strauss gave us the rest of today, tomorrow and the entire weekend off when we got back earlier, don't you remember?"
He shook his head, "I guess I didn't," he told her. The team had just finished a hellacious case, one that didn't end very well and his mind was still wrapped up in it.
"Come on, Dave, you must have something planned; it's New Year's weekend. Don't you have some cute little thing waiting on pins and needles for your return?"
He shook his head, "No, there's no one, hasn't been for quite awhile now." He didn't mention that there had been no one else since he'd met her his first day back at the bureau. He didn't mention that he longed for her touch, that he dreamed of bringing her to his cabin and having his wicked way with her for days on end, that he fantasized about spending the rest of his life with her. He didn't tell her any of that because he knew she was one of the best shots in the Bureau and his fantasies didn't include having her unload her sidearm into his chest. "I guess I'll spend the weekend at the cabin with my good my friend Jack Daniels."
JJ shook her head, "Sorry Dave, I can't allow you to wallow in your perceived failure of this last case. You're coming home with me this weekend!"
Dave gave her a soft smile, "Thanks Jen, but I would really prefer to be alone than in your tiny apartment in the city; no offense."
She smiled, "None taken, and we won't be at my apartment, we're going to Pennsylvania to my parent's house. My mom and dad realized long ago that they wouldn't be able to get all of their children home for Christmas, so they guilt us into coming home to celebrate the new year. This will be the first time in three years that all of us kids will be in the house at the same time. Trust me; it will be a weekend to remember."
Dave smiled, he was touched that she wanted to invite him to what was obviously a family function, but he really wasn't in the mood to be around people. Shutting himself off at his cabin with his dog and some nice scotch sounded like the perfect way to ring in another shitty year. "It sounds great Jen, but I'm going to pass. You have fun though," he said dismissively. He was surprised when, instead of leaving, she sat down in a chair in front of his desk and gave a gentle peal of laughter. "Oh Rossi, it's cute that you think you have a say in this. The truth is, you have no choice in the matter."
"What are you talking about?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. It didn't take a profiler to realize JJ was up to something and he knew he was involved, whether he wanted to be or not.
"Well you're not going to get very far without your car keys, are you?" She asked innocently.
Dave, not liking where the conversation was going, opened his top desk drawer and saw that, sure enough, the keys to his SUV were missing. "Where are they JJ?" He asked roughly.
"They're in a safe place and you'll get them back when we come in to work on Monday morning," she told him.
"I'm not kidding Jareau, give them to me now!" He ordered and was amazed when her smile just grew larger; he was used to people doing things when he wanted and how he wanted, he wasn't used to people arguing with him.
"You'll get them back on Monday, Rossi," she repeated as she saw him glance at his desk phone. "I know what you're thinking, but no cab is going to come all the way out here, take you all the way to your cabin and then go back to DC. And if you're thinking about calling one of our team members, forget it. Reid's on his way to Vegas, Derek and Garcia are holed up in her apartment with their phones off and Prentiss didn't even take her cell phone home with her."
"Hotch will come get me," the older profiler said confidently.
"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" JJ said conversationally, "But of course you'd be wrong. When I ran this plan past Hotch, he was all for it, he was able to recognize the signs of burnout in you even if you don't."
"Dammit!" Dave exclaimed, knowing he was well and truly trapped. How he'd managed to let this little slip of a woman get the upper hand over him, he didn't know.
JJ's grin broadened, "Grab your go bag Dave and meet me at my office in five minutes," she instructed.
Dave saw a way out of all of this, "I don't have any clean clothes left and I'm almost out of my medications. I have to go home JJ," he practically begged, but JJ was having none of it.
"I might not be a vaunted profiler, but even I can see through that lie," she told him. "Pretty weak, Rossi. I happen to know for a fact that you bring full bottles of your blood pressure medications with you whenever we go out of town and so what if you don't have any clean clothes? My parents have a big ol' washing machine that you can use. Now chop chop, Dave; my office in five minutes." With that she left him stewing in his office.