Flipping thru my library of music on YOUTUBE, I came across this song. And the first thing that crossed my mind was Emily dancing with Dave on the dance floor. That was the easy part! The story the song created somehow wasn't matching up with what I was typing. Still, it had to come out. I know it's not my best work, but I hope you enjoy anyway.

Song prompt: Spend Your Love On Me by Dannii Minogue

I don't own Criminal Minds. Why oh freakin' why?

Spend Your Love On Me

Emily watched Dave from across the bar. Tucked in the shadows, she had been watching him for the better part of an hour as he sat on the stool and nursed the same whiskey shot. She wondered what was going thru his mind. Probably melancholy thoughts of his ex-wives…or worse, Emma.

She knew she shouldn't be jealous of a dead woman, but Emily couldn't help it. Emma had stolen Dave's heart and prevented him from ever having a normal relationship with anyone -men or women. It was unfair that one person could have that much power over one person. She felt the anger well up. Sipping on her beer, she kept her eyes focused on the man who was so strong and sure of himself in the office and in the field but now seemed so lonely and broken.

For the first time since she arrived, Emily wondered if she had made the right decision by following him. However, she had waited so long to get him alone and try to make him to surrender to something other than the demons that haunted his nights.

Maybe she was too forward in thinking that he might feel anything for her. It was nothing he said or did that gave her any indication of his feelings one way or the other- that wasn't who he was: David Rossi would rather die than wear his heart on his sleeve. However, she loved him. She never would know that specific moment her feelings changed from adulation to distrust to love.

Actually she did. The moment he held the elevator doors open and decided to risk his career to help her…that was when her heart fell madly, head over heels in love. Now she just had to summon the courage to approach him and convince him that it was time to leave the past where it belonged. , and that sometimes starting over wasn't as scary as it seemed. If it was the last thing she ever did, Emily was going to eliminate "her" memory once and for all.

Sipping slowly, she studied him. She would finish her drink and then make her move.
*+*+*+*+*

Dave felt her eyes burn into his back and he wondered if it would be too forward to send her over a drink.

Deep down inside he got a thrill out of being able to turn women on even when he was no longer the player he used to be. He hadn't been out of the game for so long that he didn't know when a woman was watching him. And he liked it.

Taking a long sip of the whiskey, his mouth curled up in a sardonic grimace. Hell, though the good times had to come to an end at least he still had his money and health. There were some things he could count on to bring him happiness even it meant he woke up to a cold bed every morning.

Of course, that didn't mean that he didn't long for the warm touch of a woman or lost the desire to bury himself in her hot body as he teased her ruthlessly then watch her come. He didn't want just any woman-he wanted her. But that was no longer possible. Not that it ever was. And now it was over.

He missed her, Dave admitted to himself as a single tear slipped from his eye.
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"What are you having?" Emily announced and took the seat beside Dave.

Jerking his head up in surprise, for a moment an indescribable look crossed his face before his eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting a drink of course." She took the glass from his hand and took a sip. "Mmmm, whiskey," she complimented and handed the glass back. "Bartender, I'll have a whiskey, and bring my friend another."

Quickly the glasses were placed on the bar. Emily thanked the bartender and picked up her glass. "Here's to a great evening," she toasted and clinked glasses. Downing the shot, she looked at Dave. "What?"

"You didn't answer me: what are you doing here, in Nashville? Is the team working a case?"

"Nope. I'm on holiday…so to speak." Spying the extra glass, Em grabbed it. "You gonna drink this?"

"Help yourself." Dave shrugged with indifference.

Em downed the drink. This was definitely not going the way she had planned. It would defeat the purpose if she got drunk and passed out before she could complete her goal. Her goal was Dave Rossi.

"As a matter of fact, I put in for leave six months ago."

"So, this is coincidence?"

"Depends, do you believe in coincidences?" she challenged.

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. I just can't figure out the reason you would be here. Unless you were following me."

"And if I were? Following you, that is, would that be a bad thing?" Before he could speak, Em called for a refill. She felt his eyes boor into her and her cheeks flushed. So much for maintaining her cool. There was no way she could bluff her way out now.

"Okay, you got me; I knew you were going on the book tour before you did." Em sipped the whiskey. Dave raised his eyebrow. "I called your agent. Once I got a date and location, I put in for leave. I didn't want to make it obvious."

"You cover your tracks well."

"Six months ahead is long enough for people to stop putting two and two together. And just long enough to formulate a plan."

"Why would you need a plan? Wouldn't it have been easier to Google tourist spots?" Dave grumbled. She had lost him ten sentences ago.

Em laughed aloud. "I sincerely doubt Google would have been able to help me with the plan I had in mind, though it could have sent me to a few sites to learn a couple of new techniques."

Dave scowled as he finished his drink. "Woman, are you going to dance around your answer all night or are you going to spill it? I really want to finish my drinks alone."

"Don't play stupid with me David Rossi; you know damn well what my plan is. Why else would I call your agent to get your schedule, put in for leave six months early, and be in the same bar with you?"

Dave shrugged again. Did it matter why Emily was here tonight in this bar? Did it matter that deep down inside he was secretly thrilled that she had followed him or that he had fantasies about her when Emma wasn't haunting him? No. No it didn't.

"If I guess your reason, will you go away?" Dave asked.

"Hmmm, maybe. Maybe not. I don't think you want me to leave."

"Yes, I do. I don't like company when I drink."

"After all we've been thru, I've been relegated to 'company'. Doesn't sound good...whatever it is that's bugging you. Wanna talk about it?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Sure," Em replied simply. "Do you want me to tell you why I'm here?"

"I thought you'd never say," he muttered. Screw the glass of whiskey; he wanted the whole damn bottle!

"I'm here to seduce you."

Dave choked on his drink. "What?"

"Surprised? Shocked? Thrilled? Your reaction leads me to believe it's all of the above."

"I don't think-"

"That'll be a first." A song came on and drowned out Dave's response. Grabbing his hands, Em pulled him to his feet. "Come on. Dance with me."

"Prentiss, I don't know…this isn't a good idea," he protested. He had to find a way to get her to stop.

She batted her eyes at him innocently. "It's just an innocent little dance…unless you can't handle the thought of my body being pressed against yours. Come on Dave, pull the stick out of your ass for five minutes and have some fun!"

Groaning, he let her pull him out to the floor. He was going to have a serious talk with his agent when he got back. He watched her move to something that resembled a beat but he didn't know where to start. Did he place his hands on her hips? Or was he supposed to just stand and watch her writhe and grind?

"Prentiss," he called over the jungle beat. "I can't do this."

Em's hand fingered his blue silk tie, as she moved closer to whisper in his ear, "Dave, I have a first name; it's Emily. Use it." Her perfume weaved around him and filled his senses.

"You call this music?"

"No, this is called 'seduction by design'," she corrected and pulled away. Slowly, carefully she let the tie slip from her fingers as her hips picked up the beat.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Em gyrated her pelvis into his. He drew in his breath but remained still. Taking his hands, she placed them on her hips. "Like this. Just feel the beat Dave. You can do it." She watched him awkwardly try to mimic her moves. "You're getting it." Put her hands on his butt, she pulled him forward.

"What are you doing?" he hissed.

"Dave, shut up!" she ordered. She moved her breasts to graze his chest and relished in feeling his lower body stir against hers.

Dear God in heaven, Dave thought helplessly, I should not be here doing this with her, like this! God help me, this is not happening. If I had any sense at all, I would be in my hotel room working on my manuscript and preparing for the next book signing.

However, her hips enticed him with promises she wanted to fulfill for only him. And he felt that familiar urge tug at him…the urge he thought had been buried with Emma. He had to get out of there!

Pulling away, Dave tried to step back. "I'm sorry Emily, but I have to go."

"No you don't; stay. Please." Before he could speak, Emily pulled his head down and kissed him.

It was a sweet hungry kind of kiss. It was full of longing, desire, and blatant want. And Dave didn't know how to respond. Usually he was the one to make the first move-to love them and leave them. But this was different, this was Emily, his co-worker. His female co-worker.

She was enticing him, begging to explore his mouth, wanting access to him. He tried to maintain his resistance, but each time she outlined his lips with her hot tongue, he felt it break away little by little.

"Come on Dave, I know you want me. Quit trying to hide behind that fussy, hard-ass demeanor you present everyday at work. You have nothing to lose but some bad memories."

For a long moment Dave tried to think of a response. Between her hot breath on his face and the loud music pounding in his ears, he wasn't making much headway.

Baby if you want me, you'll be giving something to me.

So baby, strip it to the bone,

Let me see it, make me feel it;

Show me there's a better place to be.

So baby if you want me, tell me you know how to surrender,

Take me in with open arms.

And I'll know it when you show it.

Give me what I'm missing. Come on.

Spend your love on me.

The words reverberated in his head. And he felt his blood run hot. He didn't know if it was the whiskey, the words, or Emily's body pressed against his -or maybe it was all of the above combined. God help him, he wanted her! He thought as his jeans suddenly felt two sizes too small.

Her dark brown eyes looked at him with a wanton desire that he hadn't seen in years. Well, they were hundreds of miles away from Quantico and the responsibilities of being FBI agents, and she made it clear that she wanted him. From what he was feeling, it was pretty damn obvious that his body wanted her too. What could it hurt to throw caution to the wind?

Cupping her face between his hands, he pressed his lips against hers and forced her mouth open with his tongue. Gasping from the sudden action, Emily tried to think, to breathe, to understand but his mouth was plundering hers with a dozen ranges of emotions. His tongue invaded her mouth and dared her to stop him.

The dance over, the song finished but neither noticed. Pulling her hips to him, he ground his erection against her.

"Is this what you came for?" Dave growled against her mouth. Emily tried to answer but her mind was a blank. "Tell me before it's too late to stop."

"I've been waiting for this moment too long to back out now. Maybe you should tell me if you have what it takes to follow thru." She ran her tongue over her lips for emphasis. Noticing his hesitation, Em leaned forward. "Let's get out of here."

"Why?"

Em whispered in his ear, "Because my seduction doesn't include fucking you on this dance floor."

The End…or is it?

A/N: This is the first time I've ever written a post A/N, but I have to know: Should I continue or leave this as a "one-shot"? Drop a line or a review and let me know.