Disclaimer: I do not own anything Criminal Minds or Adam/Amanda Jackson.. All though, I wished that I owned Jackson Rathbone. But, sadly, I only own the Plot and Lucinda.

I had woke up that evening late for work and was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. The reason I was asleep in the first place was because I was looking for a nursing job and after no luck, went to the store to get food since I was almost out.

I took a very quick and cold shower, got dressed in my favorite Harley Davidson middiff with my fishnet shirt underneath and my black leggings and red plaid mini skirt. And even though I was going to be on my feet all night, I was wearing heels.

After restraighening my hair and doing my make-up, I was out the door and in my car driving to the bar. Hitting fifty or sixty miles per hour, I made it to the bar only to be yelled at by my boss.

"Luci, your late!"Mac, my boss, yelled from behind the bar over the music.

"I know, sorry."I apologized, as I got behind the bar and put on my half-apron.

He glared at me before heading to his office in the back, with a slut on his arm. I rolled my eyes before taking peoples orders for drinks.

After two or three hours, it was almost 11:00 at night. I was leaning agains tthe bar, listening to the D-jay play Sound of Maddness by Shinedown.

I hummed the melody before seeing a sexy guy with brownish black thick hair and green eyes sit at the bar. So, I walked over to him with a smile.

"What can I get you?"I asked.

He looked up at me before looking down with a slightly nervous smile.

"Scotch on the rocks?"He asked, and I laughed softly.

"Man after my own heart. Comin' right up."I told him, making him smile.

I made the drink in two second flat, figure of speech, and put in front of him.

"Here you go."I said, as he took it and took swig.

He sighed a bit, meaning to me that it was good. Hearing that brought a smile on my face but, it faded when a certain guy walked up and sat at the bar.

"Hiya Cutie. Gonna take me up on that fuckfest?"Bruce asked me, making me glare at him.

Bruce was a bit special in the head. He thought that he was God's gift to women everywhere. But, the only way he could get a woman was if she was drunk.

"No, Bruce."I told him, as I made his usual drink. He didn't need to tell me because he would get it everytime.

"Here. Gin and Tonic."I muttered, putting his drink infront of him. I was about to pull my hand away when he grabbed my wrist.

"C'mon Cutie. You know you can't resist."He told me, as he tried to pull my hand to touch his..

"Look, can you just leave her alone?"

Adam's pov

I was glad to be out of that Asylum. For six months, I've been stuck there. Now, I'm out and don't have to worry about Amanda coming back.

Plus, maybe if I got to know the bartender girl a bit, maybe we could..You know.

She was very pretty. Prettier then Julie even. She had some meat to her bones.

I was running thoughts in my mind about the girl when they were inturrupted by the guy she called Bruce. I sighed, trying my best to ignore him but, I couldn't.

Then, I grabbed my head since it began to hurt. And when I notice that he had her wrist and was pulling it to his groin..I snapped.

"Look, can you just leave her alone?"I asked, with rage in my blue eyes. Of course, I didn't realize that there was a slight Southern accent tone in my voice.

Lucinda's pov

I turned to see the guy who ordered the Scotch on the rock, speaking and bit my lip when Bruce tossed my hand away and got up in the poor guys face.

'This is not going to be good..'