Rossi leaned against the filing cabinet in Jo's office, giving her his recipe for cannoli. "Then you mix together the ricotta cheese, powdered sugar and vanilla. Chill it for about thirty minutes, then you pipe it into the shells."

Jo sat, writing down as he spoke. "Great, I will try this and I will make a batch just for you. I'll even put on my Dean Martin records to get into the mood."

"Records? You mean CDs?" Rossi questioned.

"No, I have Dino on vinyl."

Rossi grinned. "I knew I liked you."

Garcia bolted into Jo's office. "I have to know about your date last night."

Jo motioned her eyes to show her that Rossi was in her office.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I meant that I was curious about the date to that thing we talked about before."

"Nice save." Jo smirked.

Hotch entered the office right behind Garcia. "Jo, I need to see you for a minute." She got up and followed him.

Rossi walked up to Garcia. "So who is this guy she is seeing?"

"His name is Josh. She met him a few weeks ago. He changed her tire while she was stranded on the side of the freeway." Garcia explained with stars in her eyes.

"What do you know about him?" Rossi asked, like a concerned father.

"I don't know. I haven't met him yet. Jo seems to like him. They've been out a few times already."

Rossi walked past Garcia. "You keep me in the loop, okay?"

"Sure." Garcia agreed.

Jo walked into the restaurant and took a quick look around. She saw Reid sitting at a table reading a book. She plopped down across from him. "Hello, Reiding Rainbow."

He looked up from his book and smiled.

"I hope I didn't keep you too long."

"Oh no, I just got here seven minutes ago."

Jo picked up the menu. "So, what's good here?"

"You would like their club sandwich." He suggested.

Jo closed the menu. "Great, thanks." She folded her hands in front of her. "Oh, my folks say hello. I was talking to them yesterday."

"Oh, that's great. How are they doing?"

"They're good." She said with a smile. "They are happy to know that I am with you. You know how Dad worries about me being in the field."

Reid adjusted himself in the seat. "Jo, you know you can't make all your decisions based off of what would make them feel better."

"What are you talking about?"

"That's why you are a researcher. It's a safe job for you and I know you're doing it for your dad."

"Spencer, I made that decision on my own, and I am making a difference. I just made a huge connection in two cases." She said pleased with herself.

"Yes, I know, and I am proud of you. You are incredibly smart; you could be using that in the field." He sat back in the seat and folded his arms across his chest. "Jo, you have your .22 in your purse right now."

She smirked knowing he was right. "Spencer. I appreciate this, but I am happy with what I am doing, honestly."

"You keep telling yourself that while you continue to be certified to carry your weapon and take combat training classes. You want more, and you will be so good. Don't let your dad hold you back."

She reached her hand across the table for his. He instinctively gave it to her. He never had a problem whenever she touched him. He actually welcomed it.

She squeezed his hand. "Thank you." She smiled.

"For what?" He was confused.

"For always knowing everything. I did choose a safe job because of Dad. You know he didn't want me to join the Bureau. He was always find with me having a gun, just never wanted anyone pointing one at me."

"Look, I get it. Every parent wants their child to be safe. But you are your own person and more than capable of handling yourself." He started to chuckle. "I still remember when you punched Charlie Westcott right in the face."

Jo laughed. "Well, he was a jerk! You can't be mean to my friends and then expect me to have sex with you."

"I learned pretty quickly never to piss you off."

"You could never do that." She beamed at him.

Garcia met up with Jo at Clancy's bar. "Is Reid coming too?"

"No, he said he was going to do some reading. He got a new collection in and probably wanted to finish it all by tomorrow." Jo looked around. "So who is coming out tonight?"

"JJ and Derek said that they might come join us."

"That sounds fun."

The ladies approached the bar. "What can I get for you?" The bartender asked placing a cocktail napkin in front of each of them.

"I'll have a Smithwicks, please." Jo then turned to Garcia.

"I want something fun."

The bartender nodded, this wasn't his first ambiguous request from Garcia before. He returned a few minutes later and placed the dark beer in front of Jo and a tall glass, with pink liquid, and a skewer with a pineapple, strawberry and cherry sticking out of it.

Jo pointed to the fruit. "Look, it's a two-fer. You get a drink and an appetizer."

"I love a drink that comes with food." Garcia added.

The girls laughed together as Morgan approached. "What's so funny?"

Garcia smiled at him. "Fruit." She then took a drink from her straw, trying to look seductive. "Do you come here often?"

"Only when you're here, Baby Girl."

"Hey, JJ." Jo exclaimed as she joined the group.

"I can't stay too long tonight. My sitter has somewhere to be first thing in the morning and Will has the late shift."

Garcia grabbed JJ's hand. "That's okay, we won't waste any time." They headed to a nearby table.

Garcia had already moved onto her second drink as JJ and Morgan got theirs.

Jo pulled out her phone and smiled as she read her text.

"Let me guess, Josh?" She teased.

"Yes it is." Jo blushed.

"Well, tell him to get over here." Garcia encouraged.

"Yeah, I want to meet this guy." Morgan agreed.

Jo looked skeptical. "I don't know. It's only been a couple of dates. I think it's too soon to meet the friends."

"No it's not." JJ shook her head. "Come on, let's meet him."

Jo spent a few minutes texting with Josh. "Okay, he said he will stop by."

Their drinks were almost empty when Jo looked up to the entrance and gave a wave to grab Josh's attention.

JJ turned around to get a look at him. "Wow!" She exclaimed, at seeing the six-foot tall drink of water coming towards the table. His brown hair was swept to the side and Garcia couldn't help but be hypnotized by his striking blue eyes.

Jo pulled out the chair next to her. "Josh, this is Derek, JJ and Penelope."

"But you can call me whatever you want." Garcia said staring at him.

Morgan quickly interrupted her drooling. "So, I hear you saved the day by changing Jo's tire."

"I wouldn't say that, I just saw that she could use some help. So I offered my assistance." He took a breath. "So you all work with Jo?"

The group nodded. "Must be kind of boring, huh?"

"Yeah, some days I just drift off at my desk." JJ said sarcastically.

"I just meant that doing research, stuck in an office with stacks of books in front of you all day. I don't think I could do that."

"But we manage." Morgan joked.

"Josh, do you want to play some pool?" Jo quickly changed the subject.

"Yeah, that sounds good." The two got up and went to the pool table.

JJ leaned into the others. "What does he think Jo does?"

"She hasn't told him that she is in the FBI. He assumes that she works in a museum or something." Garcia explained.

"Well, it's time for me to get going." JJ started to collect her things.

"No." Garcia whined.

"I'm sorry, but I have to." She stood up. "I'll see you tomorrow." She walked up to Jo. "Have a good night." She turned to Josh. "It was nice to meet you."

He nodded. "You too."

Morgan watched Josh at the pool table. "So what do you think of him?"

"He's dreamy." She stared.

"I don't know."

Garcia turned her attention to Morgan. "What's wrong?"

"There's just something about him." Morgan admitted.

"Is it about him? Or her?" She asked with a bit of sass. "Emily told me about your little 'work-out'."

"Oh come on, you know you're my Boo."

"You better believe it."