Author's Note: For all intents and purposes, we're going to just go ahead and label this fic AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. Although I wouldn't say no to writing a few episodes. If they ever asked.
She doesn't know that you know she comes here. She's been a regular since it opened about a year ago, but she doesn't know you know that. She's such good friends with the owner, she's even bartended on occasion. You stay away when she does that.
They don't know you the way they know her. To them, you're just another blonde in the crowd, drowning your sorrows at the bar. You're pretty sure the owner knows why you come tho. And why you sometimes stay away. Like when she's bartending. Or when the day has been so upsetting that she's looking for someone to take home for the night. She comes here to forget. Why are you to disturb that with your particular memory?
So you've never approached her. You merely sit at the bar and drink and watch her dance. You love to watch her as she tries to lose herself in the crowd on the dance floor, tries to forget herself in the movement. Shes got this bit of a routine to the song that's just come on.
Her hands slide up her body and her fingers tangle in her hair, those raven curls falling loose around her shoulders tonight. Her hips, God damn her hips. She's moving them in a tantalizingly slow pattern that makes her skirt twitch, and you wish you had the courage to dance with her.
Her eyes are closed and there is a ghost of a smile on her face, one you haven't seen in a while. You can tell from here that she's enjoying herself. For the first time in months, probably.
So gather up your jackets,
and move it to the exits.
I hope you have found a friend.
You're not sure if its the lyrics that have gotten to you, or just watching her dance. But she opens her eyes when she feels another set of hips moving with hers, and finds herself face to face with you.
A/N: Ooh, the mysterious two in a bar. Although most of you probably already know who is who.