I am back from vacation, and boy---it was a good time! While away, I still didn't figure out a way to own CM, so all ownership resides in CBS.
Happy Reading!
Hotch groaned as he rested his head in his hands. He was about to do something very desperate, and very pathetic. Morgan had given him the password to his E-Harmony account earlier and made him promise not to let JJ fall by the wayside. And he wasn't going to, but having flubbed by not getting her number, he was fresh out of options.
Logging on quietly, hoping that no one would ever realize the level that he stooped to. He quickly scrolled down and clicked on the familiar name of Jennifer Jareau. He really began to feel like a new kind of pathetic. A few days ago, he would have found the idea of trying to find some girl off the Internet ridiculous, now, it was all that he could think about.
Hotch rubbed his temples before clicking to send JJ a message. He had no idea what to say, it wasn't like they had anything to talk about. But he couldn't fight the urge to see the beautiful woman again. For the first time since his divorce from Hailey, he felt like he was a worthwhile human being, one that was capable of making someone smile. And he longed to feel like that again.
"JJ..." He began, not knowing whether to add some form of a salutation other than just her name.
This is Aaron, we met a few days ago after a strange set up involving one of my prosecutors and your tech girl. I was just wondering if you'd like to get drinks later on this week, or dinner if you have time.
If you need to reach me, my cell number is 202-878-9563. Give me a call when you can.
Before he could worry himself any more, he quickly, yet forcefully, clicked the enter key, seeing the message off where he couldn't get it back.
"JJ!" Garcia shouted as her computer instantly dinged as she was locked in her small office. Without warning, the blonde computer genius began to run around excitedly, mimicking a chicken with its head cut off. In a time worthy of the Olympics, she sprinted to her friend's office to tell her of the elating news.
"JJ." She panted as she let herself in the office without knocking. "I.." She had to stop, trying to regain her breathing.
"What's the matter with you?" JJ asked, completely confused at her friend's odd demeanor. Garcia was always a little out there, but this was a little much, even for her.
"Aaron wants to see you again." She gushed, running behind JJ and pulling her best pal in an awkward hug.
"What?" JJ's eyes widened with surprise, and though she refused to admit it-- sheer glee. She had been more than a little upset not to hear from Aaron after their coffee date, but she had cut her losses. This was exciting news.
"He just sent you a message on E-Harmony, he wants to see you for drinks or dinner." Garcia squealed, frolicking around in circles, reminding JJ faintly of a fairy. Though fairies tended to frighten her less.
"What do I say?" JJ gulped worriedly. Being a type A workaholic, she didn't have much of a dating life. She rarely dated, so she didn't know where to go from this point.
"You're supposed to say yes!" Garcia insisted.
"Do I send him a message back?" JJ said, getting up from her desk to pace around. This was a very intimidating situation.
"No." Garcia shook her head, trying to contain her excitement. "He left you his number."
"So I call him?" JJ asked, looking for sage advice anywhere she could get it, even from Garcia.
"Well Jayje, when someone leaves you a number, that's the sort of thing that they would expect." Penelope teased. "This reminds me of in 'Say Anything', when Leon and Diane..."
JJ normally would have tolerated Garcia's love for trailing off on eighties movies, but she didn't have time. She was seconds away from a coronary if she didn't solve this stress soon. "How long do I wait to call him?"
"Do it now!" Garcia demanded, handing JJ the slip of paper where she had written the phone number on.
"I won't seem desperate?" JJ whispered bashfully.
"Of course not. Just do it."
JJ looked down at the paper. "Garcia, you have terrible handwriting." And JJ wasn't lying, there were several instances where JJ couldn't tell if it was a three or a five. She tried to plug the numbers into her phone, but it was taking her a while.
"Oh give me that!" Garcia shouted, stealing the phone and dialing easily. "Its not my fault that I work on computers all of the time. If you never had to write things down, your handwriting would rival that of a doctor too."
"Is it ringing?" JJ shrieked, climbing over he desk to stand next to her friend as both listened to the receiver.
"Hotch." A voice said as it answered.
Both women squealed out of happiness.
"Hello?" The voice said, wondering who was on the other line.
"JJ, say something." Garcia commanded in a whisper.
"What?" JJ hushed back.
"Hello?" Hotch repeated, tempted to hang up. "Is anyone there?"
"Do it. NOW!" Garcia demanded as she shoved the phone at JJ.
"I'm hang--" Hotch began.
"Hi Aaron." JJ interrupted quickly.
"JJ?" Hotch smiled instantly, knowing that he was glad that he had some tolerance for prank calling.
"Yeah, it is." JJ said awkardly, having to clear her throat. "So I erm...got your message."
"Great." Hotch said with a lying smile. He hoped he hadn't creeped her out or come on too strong. "So um... How are you?"
"I'm really good, I just called because of the aforementioned message." JJ stated, biting her lip in worry. She was making a fool out of herself and in front of the most decent man she had met in the longest time.
"Yeah, the message." Hotch said, quaking with embarassment. "If you don't..."
"I'm free for dinner really any night this week." JJ blurted, blushing slightly as Garcia chuckled heartily.
"Really?" Hotch sputtered. "So you could possibly go out on Saturday around six?"
"Sounds great." JJ beamed. "Um...let me give you my address."
"WOOOHOOO." Garcia shouted, her eyes gleaming in joy. No matchmaker had ever been so lucky as she.
"Alright." Hotch smiled. "I'll pick you up at six."
"Bye." JJ grinned happily. While she could kill Garcia for setting her up, maybe E-harmony wasn't so bad after all.
"Emily, you're dancing on my last nerve." Her mother cringed over the phone. "Why won't you just listen to what John has to say?"
"He slept with someone else." Emily huffed exasperated. "What part of that can you not understand?"
"Men make mistakes." Her mother chastised agitatedly.
"If Dad slept with someone else..." Emily retorted.
"That is not the point." Elizabeth snapped.
"It is too the point." Emily countered. "Its the double standard..."
"I'm at work Emily." Her mother said after a bitter pause. "This isn't the time."
"You called me."
"We'll talk about this Saturday when we go to dinner." Her mother said. "I expect you to be there."
"Saturday at six?" Emily muttered, gladly rolling her eyes.
"See you then."
"No Diane, I'm do not want to go to dinner with you." David Rossi grumbled to his soon to be fifth ex-wife. "I'm fine with my lawyer giving me the papers. I see no reason why we should have to be forced to spend an evening together."
"David." She cooed in her high, whiny voice. "I just think we may have been a bit premature on this whole divorce ordeal."
"So she's reread the prenupt that says she gets nothing if we divorce." He thought to himself. While he didn't seem it, David had a nice amount of money from his books. Diane hated that he worked so much, though she didn't mind when cases fed new material that he could make a small fortune off of. That was why she was joining the exclusive, yet always growing club of the 'Former Mrs. David Rossi' organization. She was in good company of fellow gold-diggers and adulteresses there. "I don't think I agree."
"Just have dinner with me." Diane begged. "I'm sure you'll understand where I'm coming from if we could just talk."
Knowing that he wouldn't get out of this wretched situation unless he agreed, he muttered "Fine" feebly.
"That's great. I just know that we can work this out." Diane hooted in triumph. "How about the Pine room on twelfth? Saturday, six o'clock."
"Fine Diane." Rossi grunted, cursing whoever said women were capable of decency.
"Bye Davie."
Derek Morgan went to check his email to see if the detective from Richmond had sent him a message, but instead, found something so much more intresting. Clicking on the message, he wondered what his new friend Penelope Garcia had to say.
My dearest, most lucious Derek Morgan,
I have such wonderful news! It looks like we are going to be colleagues-in-law! Your bossman called my homegirl and they are going on a date, which I presume will be followed by passionate love making which will lead to adorable little children who drink gallons of tea and work like there's no tomorrow.
My question is, how would you like to spy? See the fruits of our labor up close and personal? They are going at six on Saturday. I'm sure I can squeeze JJ for the details of the location. Let me know if your interested!
Forever Yours,
Garcia :)
"Dr. Reid." Megan Durbano with Reader's Digest said firmly over the phone. "You're a nobel prize winner, of course we want to meet with you."
"I don't do interviews." Reid maintained, his voice quivering in fear.
"Please, it will just be a human interest piece on how your childhood lead to your work with molecular physics." The journalist urged. "It will be an inspiration to children everywhere."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea." Reid insisted, fearful of the press. He knew that they were human too, but reporters had a taste for the jugular that he could never understand.
"Just meet with me and we can discuss this further." She said kindly.
"I don't know."
"Please, just dinner. Six o'clock Saturday at the Pine room." She pleaded.
"I guess that would be alright." Reid agreed, having learned that you never said no to a woman with a dinner invitation.
"Oh, thank you so much." She squealed. "I'll see you then."
An/So I guess you can figure out where it goes from here :)