A/N: another chapter for you guys! Hope ya like it!

The Plaza Hotel; A Week Later

"You two are well aware that I know you've been following me, right?" JJ asks as she enters their shared hotel room.

Both Emily and Garcia freeze what their doing in their respective parts of the room, and look at each other, one begging the other to speak up first. Several questions are being exchanged between the two of them, just from their eyes; how does she know, why does she know, how long has she known, why hasn't she said anything, did you tell her something, oh my god were we that obvious?

"Uh….is that so?" Emily says awkwardly, turning her attention back to her tablet. So, maybe she could've come up with something better than 'is that so' but at the time, it's a whole lot better than what Garcia has come up with, which is nothing.

JJ nods her head and plops down on her bed, turning her head towards her best friends who are on opposite sides of the room. "Yes, that's very so. So, my next question is why? No, scratch that, I know why, simply because you two are just that nosy, but why did you feel the need to be that nosy? It was just lunch."

"Yeah, but just lunch can turn into something more Jayje!" Garcia exclaims, throwing her arms in the air. "We have a week off after that bloodbath of a case. I think you should take her on a real date while we're still here."

"I don't know Garcia." JJ murmurs glancing down at her hands. "I don't want it to be too soon, and-"

"Jennifer, you've gone to lunch with her almost everyday since we've got here." Emily deadpans, "Asking her on a real date is pretty much the same thing, except it is dinner…duh. And it's not like she'd say no, there's obviously some chemistry between the two of you."

There is a brief pause before JJ sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "I don't know, I just don't want to rush things."

This time, it's Penelope who speaks up before Emily even got a chance to think about opening her mouth. "It is dinner, JJ! It's not like you're asking her to go jump into bed with you!" she exclaims a little louder than necessary. "…I mean…you haven't taken her to bed yet right?"

Emily bursts into laughter and falls back onto the mattress while JJ blushes furiously and fixes Garcia with a stern yet deathly glare. "No! I haven't even had those kinds of thoughts! Plus, this is New York, I don't know what places are good to take someone to dinner…"

"…you have me, Penelope Garcia, the oracle of all knowing, sitting right here, with all of her resources at your disposal, and you say that you don't know where to take a pretty woman to dinner. Come on Jennifer, what's your next excuse."

"Uh…she's out of my league?"

This time, it's Emily who decides to add in her two cents, actually it's more like ten cents but still. "What do you mean she's 'out of your league'? She's an attorney, you're a federal agent. It's not like she's a CEO and you're a farmer. Just ask her to dinner. Do it or I'll have Garcia hack into your cell phone and do it for you."

JJ blanches and her mouth falls agape as she looks between her two best friends once more. "You wouldn't." she says in a warning tone, paling a little more when she sees Emily and Garcia looking at her with completely serious expressions. "Alright, fine. Fine, I'll ask her to dinner."

A squeal erupts the silence in the room and Garcia bounces excitedly on her bed. "Oh this is so cute! I can't wait!"

"You aren't going…" Jennifer deadpans, her eyes being deadly serious. "The least the two of you can do is not follow me this time."

Both of the other women huff in defeat and simultaneously deflate into their mattresses. "Fiiine, I suppose that's fair." the dark haired woman whines, flopping back down on to the bed. "Hey, how'd you know that we were following you anyway?"

"Probably the second day we went to lunch, was when I saw you and Garcia arguing over what looked like binoculars in the truck. That and I did feel a little suspicious upon seeing one of the Bureau SUVs following me to the DA's office when I went to pick up Casey. The two of you aren't exactly discrete."

Garcia pouts and throws a pillow across the room, hitting Emily square in the head. "I told you we should have used the disguises!"

District Attorney's Office of Manhattan

"Abbie, hang up the phone…" Casey grumbles leaning back in her chair. "I don't care if you feel like talking to me, if you want to talk, come down here and talk, I'm not going to sit here and clog my phone line because you feel like being lazy...no, I don't want to talk about your sex issues…Abbie! I just said that I didn't want to talk about it! That sounds like something you should take up with Sere-oh jeez, really? It's been that long? Oh god, that's…that's a long time….yeah, that's definitely something you should take up with Serena."

In the middle of her phone call, Casey looks up just in time to find Alex poking her head into her office. She gives a small sigh and sits up, preparing herself for the day's workload. "Hey Abbs, I gotta go, Alex just walked in…look, talk to Serena, she can help you more than I can…oh my god, are you crying…yes, yes you are I can hear you…well, I gotta go, okay…okay…"

"Why is Abbie crying?" Alex asks curiously as she steps further into the office.

Casey makes a face, as she opens and closes her mouth several times before she's able to come up with an appropriate answer. "Uhm, you, really don't want to know. So, what can I do for you? Kate not here again?"

"No, no, she's here," the blonde says nervously, suddenly becoming interested in her shoes. "Um, I just h-have to ask you a question."

Casey raises her eyebrows in sudden interest. If she didn't know any better, she would say that Alex looks nervous about something. Alex Cabot never looks nervous about anything, ever. Now Casey knows this is one of two things, either the world is ending, or this isn't work relating…or maybe a little bit of both. "Okay, shoot."

Alex takes a deep breath and begins wringing her hands out of nervous habit. She knew that this was a bad idea, and she has no idea why she let Serena talk her into doing this. "W-well, um, it's something that I've been meaning to ask you for a while."

"Uh, okay, go for it."

"I-I've been meaning to ask for a while now, and I guess I just…I don't know." 'Oh good god, get it together Cabot, you sound like a stuttering fool. Oh god, is it getting hot in here? It's really hot in here, I can't do this.'

Raising her eyebrows once more, Casey leans forward in her chair, resting her arms on her desk. "Jesus, Alex, what ever it is will you just ask?"

Alex takes a deep breath and nods her head. "Right, well, I uh…" she pauses, and takes in yet another shaky deep breath. "I was wonder, uh…do you still have my pen that you borrowed like a month ago?"

The question in itself stuns Casey and it takes probably a full fifteen seconds for her to register what has just been asked. She blinks in confusion before she shakes her head and begins looking through the midst of things cluttering her desk. "Uh, yeah, sure, here." she says awkwardly holding out the pen. "Sorry."

Alex takes her pen and forces a smile. "Thanks, that's all I wanted." She lies miserably, mentally cursing herself for chickening out on such an important matter. She berates herself even more for coming up with such a lame and pitiful cover story.

A knock at the door startles both women out of the awkward silence, and Alex turns around to see just the person she DIDN'T want to see. She tightens her grip on her pen, halfway expecting it to break under her grip of anger.

"Oh, um, I can come back if I'm interrupting something." JJ apologizes, shifting uncomfortably under Alex's steely gaze. "Er, hello, Alex."

"Jennifer…" Alex responds, her greeting having an underlying icy tone that nearly sends chills to the other women in the room. "Actually, I was just leaving. Thank you for my pen Casey."

Eyeing Alex curiously, Casey blinks once more and nods her head. "Yeah, yeah sure." She murmurs, watching the blondes exchange a look of some sorts as Alex exits her office. She shakes it away and a smile spreads across her face when she sees JJ step further into the office. "Hey you."

"Hey yourself." The agent replies with a warm smile that slightly fades seconds later. "Are you sure she doesn't hate me? Because I'm getting the vibe that she hates me. I usually don't make a habit of profiling people when I'm not working a case, but…"

"She's Alex, she gives off that vibe to everyone." Casey says dismissively waving off Alex's odd behavior. Maybe she'll ask what it was about later, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious. "Anyway, to what do I owe this visit?"

A small smile ghosts JJ's lips and she runs her fingers through her hair, as if to prepare herself for the set task at hand. "Well, I have about a week or so off, and I was just wondering if you'd like to go to dinner with me. Maybe tomorrow night?"

Casey feels like a teenager as she felts a grin flit across her features and her heart rate speed up a bit. "W-wow, really? I'd love to." She responds, trying to contain her excitement.

Jennifer's grin morphs into a full on smile and she feels like a giant weight has just been lifted off of her shoulders. "Great, um, how about I pick you up at seven?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's fine. I'll text you my address." The redhead responds giddily, as she tries to remember when the last time she actually had a date was.

Neither of the two women in the office are aware of the blonde that is lingering in the hall just beyond the doorway.

Later That Evening

"I'm having sex problems." Abbie groans, slumping down into the booth with a miserable expression on her face. "It's killing me."

The other four women in the booth makes faces and shake their heads at her vulgarity. Honestly, for the life of them they don't understand why it still surprises them that Abbie literally has no shame about hardly anything.

"Sounds like a personal problem…" Olivia mutters, taking a swig of her beer. "Where's Serena so you can talk about your sex issues with her?" Kim questions, slightly praying that she isn't going to regret it.

Abbie groans again and let's her head fall against the back of the booth with a audible 'thump'. "She went to her place. She said she didn't really feel like going out today. God, I'm so horny, and we haven't had sex in almost three months. That's almost ninety days! That's one fourth of a year!"

"I'm with Liv," Casey snickers as stirs the contents of her drink with the straw. "That sounds like a personal problem."

"I'm just saying…it feels like I'm dying here." the tall brunette whines, slumping further down into her seat. She glances next to her and notices Alex staring absent mindedly into her cocktail. "Hey, why are you so quiet? You have said anything all night, what's up?" she questions, poking her friend in the cheek.

Alex quickly swats Abbie's hand away from her face and shakes her head. "I'm fine." She murmurs, not looking away from her drink. Her lie is easily picked up by the other women, but no one is sure if they want to say anything."

"We should do something tomorrow night, it's a Saturday, and I need weekend relief." Kim states, taking a long sip of her own drink.

"I'm game, there really isn't anything to do this weekend." Olivia says shrugging before she turned to the woman on her right. "What about you Case?"

Casey blushes and fails to hide the smile that spreads across her face. "Uh I can't, I have plans…"

Abbie raises her eyebrows and perks up at her best friend stating she has plans. "Oh? Is that so? And what might these plans be?"

"I have a date…." The redhead responds, a sheepish grin spreads across her face.

"A date?" Kim questions, all eyes flickering to Alex, briefly wondering if she finally did it. "With who might we ask?"

Casey smiles sheepishly once again, and feels a little embarrassed for feeling like a giddy school girl. "Her name's Jennifer…"

Olivia was in mid sip and she soon finds the contents of her drink spewing from her mouth in an epic spit take. "JAREAU?!"

Abbie, however, stares blankly at Casey as if she's just said she found the cure for answer. "What…"

"Oh, Benson, c'mon! I JUST had this dry cleaned!" Kim groans, wiping at her now beer stained shirt with a napkin.

"Uh, yeah? Is that a problem…?" Casey asks wearily, a little worried about her friends' behaviors upon learning she has a date, and at the same time.

Abbie's eyes flicker to Alex who has now slumped further down into the booth with an blank expression on her face. For anyone who doesn't know Alex, they would just pass off her quietness as fatigue, but Abbie knows it's far more than just that.

'Oh, Case, yes, yes, that is definitely a problem.'

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