Sorry for the lateness. Oh well. It's done and complete and Valentine's Day themed. My pairing was JJ/Rossi with the following prompts: Candy hearts, Edible underwear, a dozen roses, and the song "I Wanna Sex You Up" by Color Me Badd.

As always, I don't own anything but the idea.

I Wanna Sex You Up

Dave Rossi had just had the day from hell. No, hell would be an understatement for what he had been thru. One would think that after being an FBI agent and best selling crime author for nearly thirty years, he would have seen it all. Not so true after the last case. And now, after he had written up his report and filed it, he was seriously considering putting in for a second retirement.

Having dropped his report off on Hotch's desk, all he wanted now was to go home and pretend that the day never happened. A hot shower, a scotch, and a Dean Martin movie sounded good. Or maybe just a scotch and bed. Either way, he was spending the night alone. And with the way he felt, that was probably for the best.

Opening the door to his office, Dave paused as his nose picked up a familiar scent. Oh yeah, he knew that scent - a man married and divorced three times never forgot that scent. His eyes settled on the red roses in the crystal vase sitting in the middle of his desk.

Walking over, he plucked the card and read: "If you count carefully, there are only eleven. To make an even dozen, you need one more. You'll find it at my place. See you in one hour."

Only one person would leave a cryptic message: JJ. A smile broke across Dave's weary face. Then he blinked.

"Oh shit! It's Valentine's Day!"
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JJ was putting the finishing touches on the dinner table set for two. Setting the candles in the middle, she lit them. Standing back, she admired her skill at creating the perfect romantic moment. "Martha Stewart, eat your heart out," she muttered. Hopefully Dave would appreciate all her hard work.

She glanced at her watch. If her calculations were right, he would be showing up in five minutes. Just enough time to change into the crimson red silk slip she had splurged for at Victoria's Secret. Yes, it had cost a pretty penny, but if it did what she hoped it would, the chunk out of her pay check would be more than returned with interest.

Slipping the silk over her head, she felt the whisper caress her body. She hoped that it would soon be replaced by his hands. Her daydream was broken by the knock on her door. Right on time.

As quick as her backless heels would allow, she sprinted across the hardwood floor and threw open the door. There he was standing with a vase of red roses in his hands.

"Is that how you answer every one who knocks?" Dave asked in a growl. "I could have been a serial killer."

JJ shrugged. "Serial killers don't knock, they usually come thru the unlatched window. Besides, I live on the fourth floor, and that's a bit of distance for the guy who wants to get in and out quickly," she replied with a tilt of her head.

"I got your note."

"I wondered if you would figure it out."

"I'm a profiler, Jennifer, and the clue wasn't hard to decipher." He glanced at the table in the distance. "May I come in?"

JJ stepped aside. "By all means, Agent Rossi, come in and make yourself comfortable," she invited seductively. She closed and locked the door.

"The note said that you would have the last rose here," he remarked.

Not a trained profiler by trade, JJ was trained well enough to pick up on the nuances in Dave's voice and body language.

"What's wrong?" she asked. She took the vase from him and placed it on the bar separating the dining room from the kitchen. Reaching for the remote to the stereo, she pressed play. The strains of "I Wanna Sex You Up" filled the room with its seductive lyrics.

Dave started to speak, but then stopped. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong Jennifer. I just wanted to get home and do a few things before going to bed. It's been a long day."

"Yes it was," she agreed. "I know how you feel, Dave; I was there too. I saw what happened." She moved closer to the man she loved. The hurt and pain was evident in his eyes. And her heart almost broke.

"Those women were just looking for love; they didn't deserve what happened."

"Another case of looking for love on the internet. Sometimes it works out, and other times it doesn't. But the women who survived will be able to go on."

"I just don't get the internet," he grumbled. "Who goes looking for love in on line personals?"

"I know. But I'm hoping that you will never have to find out. Hence the reason why I asked you here." She nodded toward the flowers. "And I say that it worked."

"And the table?"

JJ moved closer and wrapped her arms around Dave's neck. "Another incentive."

"For what?"

"To make you realize that you want to make love to me," she teased low enough to be seductive.

"You think so?" Dave raised his eyebrow in surprise.

"I know so," she corrected. "I've seen the looks you've given me for too long. I know how you've undressed me with your eyes." JJ's hand fluttered to Dave's shirt and played with the buttons. "You want me. I want you." With deft fingers, she slipped the button out of the hole. Three more quickly followed.

"Jennifer." Dave tried to clear his head. "You don't want me."

She leaned in and kissed his broad chest. "I don't? I would bet to say that the change in your respiration and pulse beg to differ." She continued down to the waistband of his jeans. "Tell me I'm lying."

Dave closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You're not lying," he confirmed.

"Took you long enough to admit it."

"So why today?" he wondered.

JJ stood up. "Because it's Valentine's Day. The day for lovers. It's the day when we get to tell that special someone we care about how we feel."

"How do you feel about me?" He threw out the challenge. JJ took his response and ran with it.

"I took you for a better profiler than that. The red roses didn't clue you in? Or the outfit?" She stepped back to give him a better look.

Blinking, Dave looked at JJ with new eyes. A hungry expression replaced the questions. "I like."

"That's all you can say? Really? After what it cost me?" she asked with an exasperated huff. "I should have left it on the hanger."

"Honestly? As good as it looks on you, I think I agree that you should have left it on the hanger." His eyes raked JJ from head to toe and back.

Feeling brave and in love, JJ didn't think twice as she slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and shrugged out of the slip. Almost completely naked, she looked at him brazenly. "Is that better?"