The ladies were enjoying a night out at the local bar. JJ was wearing a low cut brown sweater that showed off a bit of cleavage, but not too much. She sat with Garcia at a little table while Emily went to get their drinks. A man in a suit was chatting the brunette up.

"It's only been five minutes!" Garcia whined.

She had been dating Will for a few weeks now, going to visit him on weekends in New Orleans. She still missed Spencer, but she didn't have any serious feelings for this guy. There was still something going on with Spencer, and until he figured out whatever it was, if he ever did, she didn't want to get hurt anymore. But right now, Will was being an ass. Again. He was like this occasionally (well a lot really), where he wouldn't talk to her for long periods of time and she didn't really trust him at all. So now she was out with the girls, and she had decided to let the night take its course.

Emily came back to the table with their drinks, the suited man following her.

She smirked. "Guys, this is Brad. An actual FBI agent!"

"Really?" Garcia asked, playing along.

"Really!" Emily replied.

"No way!" JJ said, trying not to laugh.

"That's exciting. What's it like at Quantico?" Garcia asked, mispronouncing the word Quantico, making her almost spit out her drink from laughter.

"It's, eh, quite impressive." Brad said, looking proud.

"What department are you in?" JJ asked.

"That's classified."

JJ pretended to look disappointed. She winked at Garcia and Emily.

"It must be really tough trying to keep all those secrets."

"It's a skill like anything else. Carpenters are good at building stuff, measuring. FBI is good at keeping secrets and kicking criminal ass!"

"Well, somebody has to do it! Oh, do you have to carry your gun and badge with you everywhere you go?" Emily asked him.

"Affirmative," Brad said confidently.

"Can we see it?!" Emily asked eagerly.

"See what?" he asked, looking nervous.

"Your badge."

"Please?" Garcia begged.

"I'm sorry. That's…"

"Classified. Of course." they all answered together, smiling.

"Tell me Brad, does it look anything like this?" Emily asked, pulling out her own badge.

"Or, uh this?" JJ and Garcia got their badges out as well.

"Or maybe this?"

They all laughed as Brad, embarrassed, walked away, a little less pep in his step.

JJ's phone rang. When she hung up she said, "We have a case."

They entered the bullpen, still laughing.

"What's so funny?" Morgan asked.

"Tonight at the bar we met 'Brad the real FBI agent,'" Emily said, giggling again.

Spencer scowled.

"Well you do have to admit that he was pretty cute," JJ said, smiling.

Spencer's eyes got dark and he clenched his fists. "JJ can I talk to you for a second?" he asked. There was obviously something upsetting him, judging by the tone of his voice.

She followed him out of the room and into a hallway. He seemed to be looking for something. "Where are we going, Spence?" she whined.

He pulled her into the nearest supply closet and pushed her up against the door, his lips colliding with hers. He wasn't gentle like he usually was, but hard and demanding. The sweet taste of his tongue swirled in her mouth. She had never been kissed like this before. She wanted to stop him, to tell him she was in a relationship, but she couldn't. He was everything to her. And that kiss was too damn good.

She moaned into his mouth and that seemed to spur him on. He rocked his hips into hers and she felt him hard against her now soaked knickers.

Needing air, she broke the kiss. "Spence, what are you doing? We're at work!" she panted.

"You're mine," he growled, kissing her again.

She moaned into his mouth again as he took her lower lip between his teeth. She had never seen him like this. The look in his eyes so dark and he was being possessive. Usually, Spencer was very timid, and she had never seen him get so controlling. If it were anyone else she would have slapped them and walked away, but this was Spence. And it was so unlike his usual demeanor, that it was actually pretty sexy.

He pushed her sweater and bra down to pull a nipple into his mouth, making her almost scream at the sensation. He unbuttoned her pants quickly and tugged them down, pulling away for a moment so she could kick them off her ankles. He kissed her again, the wood of the door cold on her ass. He snaked his hand between them and found her slit, pushing two fingers inside her. She moaned his name as he found her clit and pressed with his thumb.

"Exactly," he whispered. "No other man, just me."

"Yes," she sighed.

He pulled his fingers out of her and unbuttoned his cords, revealing his hard length. She raised her leg and he pushed into her all at once, making them both moan. He always felt so good inside her. He started to pump and she wrapped both of her legs around his waist as he furiously pounded into her against the door. Their mouths met again, their hot breath mingling together as they breathed heavily.

His fingers found her clit again and he whispered, "Only me. Only I get to do this to you. No one else, JJ. Only I can make you come."

"Yes," she panted.

"Say it," he growled, pumping faster. She could feel the coil in her stomach and knew she wouldn't last long.

"Only you!" she exclaimed as her orgasm hit her. He followed right after, spilling into her, whispering her name. He kissed her again as he slipped out of her and brought her legs, which felt like jelly at that point, back down to the ground.

"Good thing I brought my purse, she said, handing him some napkins she had stashed away for emergencies. They cleaned themselves off and got dressed.

"Remember what you said today when you're talking to that southern asshole. Only I can do that," Reid whispered in her ear. Then he left.

JJ's knees collapsed as she slid down the door to the ground.

"What have I done?" she whispered aloud, mortified.