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What Makes a Man

"He needs to be tall," JJ said, her eyes glazed from the copious amounts of alcohol that had been poured down her throat by her supposed best friends throughout the evening.

Prentiss and Garcia exchanged amused glances. They had taken JJ out to the bar to get her to loosen up a bit. She had had a rough year, starting when she found Will in bed with Alex Blake. She, then, had to deal with the rumors at work when Hotch had Blake transferred to another department as well as a bitter divorce and custody battle that abruptly ended when Blake became pregnant and she and Will disappeared for the West Coast. The result had left JJ's confidence shaken. Garcia was determined to see her girl out and socializing and recruited Prentiss to come in from London to help.

"With dark hair," JJ added. She was currently in the process of describing her perfect man at Garcia's insistence. "And dark eyes."

"What else?" Prentiss encouraged, laughing.

JJ took a sip of her margerita. "Dark eyes. He should be clean cut, too. Mostly. The occasional scruff is acceptable."

Garcia nodded. "What about his personality?"

"He should be serious, except when he's not." Prentiss and Garcia looked at each other, confused. JJ frowned. "What I mean is that he should portray a cool, almost cold, exterior to the outside world and save his warmth for me and the kids; his beautiful, beautiful dark eyes."

"So, you're having more kids?" Prentiss asked, ignoring the last part of her statement.

JJ shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe he has some. I'm flexible." Her eyes lit up. "Speaking of flexible, he has to be willing to be daring in bed, want to try new things, even if they make him uncomfortable."

Blushing as thoughts of herself and another member of their team in the bedroom, Garcia cleared her throat. "What else should be?"

"Kind. Caring. Compassionate. But, oh, when he gets angry – not at me, of course, because he wouldn't dare – he gets so intensely sexy that it makes me want to rip his clothes off and take him right there."

"What-" Prentiss started, only to be cut off by JJ.

"We have a special connection, you know? We can work completely harmoniously with just a few glances. And there will be times when our eyes connect that we're the only two people in the room." With that, JJ fell silent, concentrating on the patch of table in front of her.

Garcia pursed her lips together, thinking. "Is that all?"

Giving a half-shrug while refusing to look up, JJ replied, "I suppose."

"Do you think," Prentiss whispered to Garcia, keeping one eye on JJ to make sure she didn't overhear, "that, excepting the bedroom part, because I really don't want to know, that she described Hotch almost completely?"

"I don't think so." Garcia shook her head, slowly. She reached over and tapped JJ's hand to bring her attention back to them. "Jayje, do you know if Hotch-"

"If Hotch what?" a deep voice interrupted, causing all three of the ladies to start.

JJ flashed him a brilliant smile while Prentiss and Garcia ducked their heads. "Hotch! Emily and Pen-el-o-pe are making me drink tequila to get my mind off of my crappy last year."

Hotch gazed down at the other two before turning his attention back to JJ. "I didn't think your year was so crappy."

"I didn't think so either, but," she pulled his head down to pretend to whisper in his ear, "they don't know my big secret."

"They don't know my secret, either," Hotch told her with a wink.

Scowling slightly at the two, Garcia demanded, "What secret is that?"

JJ giggled. "That he's not dating Beth anymore."

"That's not my secret!" Hotch admonished, but a silly grin broke out on his face, negating any harshness in his tone.

"Hotch... are you drunk?" Prentiss questioned, peering into his face for the first time. She took in his red cheeks and nose and the slightly glazed look in his eyes.

Hotch shuffled his feet. "Maybe. A little bit. It's your ladies' fault!"

Garcia turned to Prentiss, astonished. "Our fault!?"

"Yes! I've been drinking when I was supposed to have dinner with this amazing, beautiful woman right here," Hotch placed his hand on JJ's back, "followed-up by a night in a hotel uninterrupted by children or work, but instead, she was compelled to go out with the two of you. So, I've been sitting in the hotel room waiting for her text message telling me that she was done with nothing to do. Do you know what there is to do in a hotel by yourself? Nothing."

"Well, not nothing, but I made him promise not to do that until I got there," JJ cooed.

Prentiss shook her head, rapidly, trying to comprehend what Hotch and JJ were saying. "So, wait, the two of you are, like, together? For real?"

Garcia's eyes narrowed. "And for how long?"

"Yes, we're together. For real," JJ replied, wrapping an arm around Hotch's waist.

"It's been going on for a few months now," Hotch replied to Garcia. "We're very happy. It's been interesting meshing kids and work and schedules, but I think we've been doing pretty well."

JJ caught his eye and held it. "I think so, too." She turned back to the ladies, standing up. "And if you will excuse me, I have a date to get to." She winked at them. "He is very flexible."

Hotch turned beet red. "JJ!"

"And he's all mine." She rose on her toes to kiss him, which soon turned heated.

"Ugh!" Garcia groaned, pushing at them both. "Get out of here before you make me sick."

With a quick good-bye, Hotch and JJ made their way out of the bar to the hotel across the street. Garcia and Prentiss watched as went, neither missing the caresses and kisses that Hotch and JJ gave to each other. When the couple entered the hotel lobby, Garcia turned to Prentiss.

"That was unexpected."

"Yes, it was." Prentiss paused. "But, I think it's good. I can see it, you know? JJ and Hotch? They're good for each other."

Garcia nodded. "I think so, too." She shook her head before slapping Prentiss' thigh. "Okay, Miss Emily, what makes a man to you?"