A/N: Writing this chapter was Hell! It took me so long, and I deleted and changed so much before I was finally happy with the result...

I finished it yesterday, sent it to my lovely beta, and here you go!

The next chapter, by the way, is already mostly done and will be posted on Wednesday, as usual.

Tell me how you like it, so far.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Criminal Minds.

"Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book.
Write a good one."
Brad Paisley

The ringing of my phone woke Daniel and myself up, as it did most mornings these days. Every time I was in town, I'd call him and we would meet up. At first, we were going out on dates and watching movies, but every night ended in his bed, so we just gave up on the rest at a certain point. My apartment was practically abandoned – I only went there every once in a while for clean clothes or when I had free days and Daniel worked.

"Make it stop." Daniel mumbled. "It's too early."

"It's seven a.m." I informed him. "You need to get up soon, too."

"Not for another fifteen minutes." He said, getting up on one elbow. "How about we make the best of those fifteen minutes?"

"I really need to answer my phone." Was my only reply as I picked up the still-ringing device. "Chess." I answered.

"We've got a case." I heard JJ's voice from the other end of the line. "Local serial killer, briefing in twenty."

"I'll be there." I said, trying to ignore the soft trail of kisses Daniel was leaving on my collarbone. "I need to go." I told him.

"No, you don't." He said. "You need to help me make the best of the next fifteen minutes."

"I need to be at Quantico in twenty." I said as I pulled myself out of his reach. "The case is in town, though."

"So you won't bail on tonight?" He asked, eyeing me as I dressed.

"I'm not sure." I admitted. "I'll probably stay late."

"It's New Year's Eve!" He protested. "You can't miss our date on New Year's Eve!"

"Honestly," I mumbled as I quickly kissed him, "I sometimes wonder who the woman in this relationship is."

"If you'd stay for another fifteen minutes I'd remind you!" He called after me.

However, I thought to myself as I started Darlin' and drove to Quantico, Daniel did have a point.

When I was in Harvard and we dated, one of our first dates was on New Year's Eve. It was also the first time we kissed – the midnight kiss – so the date was important to both of us. Oddly as it was, Daniel remembered it, and he planned a nice evening for us both to celebrate it.

But serial killers don't care about plans, and therefore neither did I.

I parked my motorcycle and walked to the conference room, where I was greeted by curious glances from everyone but Garcia, who smiled knowingly, while JJ started briefing us.

"Tyra Marshal and Jinnah Borders." JJ said as we watched the pictures of two happy girls smiling at the camera. "They both disappeared three weeks ago while they were out on a girls' night out. Their bodies were found exactly one week later, mutilated and raped." She waited for a moment to let her words sink before continuing. "Amanda Robb was out with a couple of friends when she decided to call an early night. Her body, too, was found a week later, in similar conditions. And lastly, Lois Evart and Shona Timor. Disappeared a week ago, their bodies were found today."

"They were all taken on Wednesday nights, and murdered on Tuesday nights the next week." Morgan said.

"Clearly the same Unsub." Rossi said thoughtfully. "He works on a schedule."

"And the schedule means he'll take another woman tonight." I mumbled. "Any connection between the victims?"

"Other than the fact that they were all out at bars the night they disappeared, we've got nothing." JJ said.

"What about the bars?" Prentiss asked.

"We know what bar Amanda Robb was going to, thanks to her friends, but we can't tell what bars the other victims attended."

"The disappearances were here, in Virginia." Reid noted. "Why were we only called onto the case now?"

"There wasn't enough evidence to connect the victims in the first two cases." JJ explained. "One woman in opposite of two, girls' night out in opposite of drinking with friends. Only after the third abduction, we managed to establish a connection between the victims, and even then it was due to the state in which the bodies were found."

"Alright," Hotch said, "Reid, I want you on the geographical profile, Morgan, JJ, and Prentiss, question the family and friends of the victims and Rossi and Chess, you'll go to the club Amanda Robb was at with her friends."

We nodded and walked outside to do as we were told. I followed Rossi to the elevator, and later to the parking lot where he opened the passenger door for me. I got the cue that he was driving and pouted, but got in the car nonetheless.

Rossi started driving in silence, not saying a single word but sending glances at me from time to time.

"What?" I asked after a while, annoyed.

"Nothing." He said, clearly lying. "How are you these days?"

"Fine." I said. "Great, actually."

"Anything in particular?" He asked.

"No." I lied smoothly. "Nothing that comes to my mind."

"Of course." He said, parking the car. Before he opened the door, he turned to look at me. "You work with profilers, Chessi." He said. "I bet I'm not the only one who noticed you're always wearing the same three sets of clothes."

A blush rose to my cheeks as we stepped out of the car and walked into the club. We walked straight to the bartender and introduced ourselves.

"I am SSA Rossi and this is SSA Chess from the FBI." Rossi said, as we showed him our badges. "Do you mind telling us where the manager is?"

"Tom's not here right now." The bartender said. "But you can ask me whatever you want – I work almost every night."

"Of course." I smiled politely at him, and pulled out Amanda Robb's photo. "Do you recognize this woman, Mr. …?" I paused, looking at him in expectation.

"Dom." He provided. "André Dom." He took a long look at the picture before replying. "Yeah, it's the girl who went missing a couple of weeks back, isn't she?" He asked. "Police already came to question us about her. What are the Feds doing on a case like that?"

"We have a reason to believe Miss Robb's murder was only a part of a series of cases." Rossi said. "Do you recognize any of these women?"

Dom took another long look at the faces of the other four victims. "Maybe?" He said, uncertain of his answer. "A lot of people pass here every night, I'm sorry. I can't remember all of them."

"And yet you remembered Amanda Robb." I noted.

"Yeah, well, when police questions you about a girl gone missing, you kinda remember." Dom replied coldly.

"Thank you, anyway." Rossi said, forming a fake smile. "Here's my card, call me if you remember anything."

"Sure thing." He said as he watched Rossi nearly dragging me outside.

"What are you doing?" I asked the moment Dom was out of earshot.

"Trying to stop you from killing the poor man." Rossi replied.

"He's clearly hiding something!" I protested.

"I know that." He said. "But you have to remember that we don't have any evidence. No DNA left on the bodies, no eyewitnesses. He even worked that night, which means he probably has an alibi."

"What are we supposed to do, then?" I asked.

"As I see it, we have no choice other than to catch him in the act." Rossi sighed. "We need to come back here tonight and keep an eye on him."

"That means we need to let another woman get abducted." I said.

"If we're lucky, we can stop it from happening." He said. "But we have no other choice than to let him try."

"I don't understand why I need to do this, too." I said as Garcia helped me get dressed before the team arrived. I was supposed to come with Rossi, but stay in the shadows and out of eyesight. "He already saw me – he knows I'm a Fed."

"We need every pair of eyes we've got." Garcia replied. "And that includes you."

"But why do I have to wear this?" I asked, motioning at the thigh-length party dress and the three-inch-high heels. "How do people even move around in this stuff?"

"With a lot of practice." She said before backing away from me. "Go on. Walk towards me."

I steadied myself and took a deep breath before walking two steps in her direction, nearly falling as I did.

"See?" She said with a smile. "Was it really that hard?"

"Yes." I growled just as a knock was heard on the door.

Rossi walked in, wearing a fine shirt and a neatly ironed pair of jeans. It was so odd seeing him dressed that way, so different from what I was used to, I just stood and gaped at him, causing him to frown.

"Does it look that bad?" He asked.

"No!" I called, back to my senses. "It looks fine, just… odd. It's very… not you to be dressed like that."

"The jeans are better than I thought they would be." He admitted, nearing me. "It's less uncomfortable than I thought." He looked me up and down. "That dress is way too short." He commented, going into protective mode.

"That dress is perfect!" Garcia called. "Don't you think she looks lovely?"

"Too lovely, if you ask me." He muttered but held my hand nonetheless. "Are you ready?"

"No." I said. "There is absolutely no reason for us being there."

"They might need help with chasing the Unsub." Rossi noted.

"With these shoes?" I asked, gesturing at my ridiculously high heels. "I can barely walk. You want me to chase down an Unsub?"

"Do you have anything better to do tonight?" He asked with a look that made it clear to me he knew what is the answer.

My mind took me back to the moment two hours ago, when Hotch informed me I will need to join them in the club. Of course, I immediately informed Daniel I couldn't make it to our date, and that wasn't a nice conversation.

"You're doing what?" He asked.

"Undercover mission." I replied. "Someone's kidnapping girls at clubs, and we're going there to try and catch him while at it."

"By posing as bait?"

"I'm not posing as bait." I said, annoyed. "I'm there as backup."

"On New Year's Eve?" Daniel asked. "Causing you to cancel our date?"

"That's my job, Daniel." I told him. "And it's coming as part of the deal."

"But if you told them you have a date for tonight, wouldn't they let you off this once?" I didn't reply. "Diana, you did tell them about us, didn't you?"

"Of course I have." I said swiftly. "Why wouldn't I?"

"For the same reason you didn't take me to your place yet." He said. "Because you don't trust me. You don't believe I really want it to work this time."

"No!" I called. "It's because I have a dangerous life. Had it even before I started working for the FBI. Creatures and demons and even angels follow me wherever I go, and I want to keep you safe!"

"Yeah, right." Daniel replied. "You know what? You say you don't trust me I'm serious about this? I think you're the one who's not serious. If you don't want this – tell me. But stop keeping me in the dark."

"No." I told Rossi in response to the question he just asked, ignoring Garcia's stare on my back. "Nothing better to do tonight."

Rossi smiled, a smile that showed me he didn't believe a word I said, and walked me out to the street and towards his car. I leaned on his shoulder as I walked, afraid to trip or fall from the height of my heels, but eventually made it in one piece, and we drove to the club.

We arrived at nine thirty, nearly two hours after the club opened up and just as the place started getting crowded. Rossi and I stood in line with the rest of the people, playing the act of a couple, which, if I might say, was utterly gross.

As soon as we entered the club, we found ourselves an empty corner and sat by one of the tables, drinking soft drinks and keeping an eye on the place. Rossi looked at the exit, to check if there were any girls who are leaving the club on their own while I looked at Dom, the bartender we talked to.

I had a weird feeling about him, but so far, he seemed to be doing nothing other than his job.

On the dance floor, you could see Morgan, Prentiss and JJ dancing, and Reid sitting with Hotch not far from there, keeping an eye on the area.

Time passed and nothing happened. By what little information we managed to get about the kidnappings, the girls were taken at some point between eleven to eleven thirty. Eleven came and passed, and so did eleven thirty. When the time was nearing midnight, I started getting hopeless.

"I think we missed it." I told Rossi.

"What?" He asked.

"We missed it!" I called out, trying to make sure he heard me over the loud music.

"I think you're right!" He called back and I sighed.

"God, I hate parties." I muttered.

"What's not to like about parties?" Rossi asked.

"What is?" I replied. "Way too many people who drink way too much and music I don't like."

"Maybe you've never been to a party with the right people." I heard a familiar voice saying from behind me and turned to look at it's owner.

"Daniel!" I called. "What are you doing here?"

"Just thought I'd go to a party." He said, smiling. "Wouldn't want to be alone at New Years' Eve."

"Do you two know each other?" Rossi asked.

"You could say that." I mumbled, knowing that he knows exactly what's going on.

"Listen," Daniel continued, "they're playing our song."

I listened, confused as the music stopped, when I started hearing the crowd chanting.

"Ten! Nine! Eight!"

"No, no, no!" I called. "I'm working!"

"Seven! Six! Five!"

"Am I missing something?" Rossi asked, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Four! Three! Two!"

"Daniel, don't you dare -"

"One! Happy new year!" everybody screamed and Daniel leaned in and kissed me.

I returned the kiss for a moment or two, letting the emotion swoop over me before pulling away and turning to a bemused Dave next to me.

"I think I'll tell Hotch you're taking the rest of the night off." He said with a smile.

"I think it would be best." I agreed and looked at Daniel again. "Let's get outta here."

"My place?" He asked but I shook my head.

"No. Mine."

I walked to the bullpen area the next day, a smile on my face as I enjoyed the last bit of happiness left from last night before being thrown back into the depressing world of kidnapping and murders.

"Somebody looks like she had a good time last night!" Morgan said with a smile.

"I really did." I replied happily.

"Who's the lucky fella?" JJ asked.

"And will we get to meet him soon?" Prentiss questioned. "Because if he's important enough that you left while on a case, it must be serious."

"He should come here today." I told them. "He has the day off today, so we decided we are going to move last night's date to today."

"Well, I hope you'd have a good time." Morgan said before the laugh drifted off his face. "I hope we finish the case today so that you'll be able to go out." He said worryingly. "Another girl was taken last night."

"26 years old Jessica Monroe." Garcia told us in the conference room. "Was out for drinks with some friends last night, her roommate said she never returned home."

"Couldn't she just be staying at someone's house?" I asked. "After all, it was New Years' Eve last night."

"According to the roommate, she'd never do that without leaving a text." JJ replied. "And she was with us at the club last night."

"We missed her." Reid said gloomily. "She was right in front of us and we missed her."

"We know it's not Dom." Rossi added. "He was there all night."

"He's still hiding something." I mumbled.

"I think you're right." Prentiss said. "I only talked to him for a couple of minutes, but he gave me an odd feeling. And I saw him talking to Monroe."

"He probably talked to a lot of women." Hotch said. "Part of the job."

"And he has a rock solid alibi." Rossi said. "We saw him there. He couldn't have done it."

"He could have had a partner." I suggested.

"Our profile doesn't indicate a partner." Hotch said.

"Profiles aren't accurate." Prentiss said. "Just because we didn't think there was a partner doesn't mean there isn't."

"We could still be right." Reid said.

"I'm telling you he had something to do with the kidnapping." I said. "I just know he did."

"It's okay to be wrong sometimes, Chessi." Morgan said. "Sometimes our hunches are wrong."

"Are you even considering the possibility that I'm right?" I asked.

"Are you considering the possibility that you're wrong?"

"Alright, let's stop it." Hotch's stern voice brought us back to the present. "Morgan, Rossi and Prentiss, you go questioning possible witnesses. Chessi, JJ and Reid, you're staying here with me. Garcia, I need everything you've got about Jessica Monroe." He ordered and we all nodded before walking out of the conference room.

Three hours later found me with no progress regarding the kidnapping, walking into Garcia's room.

"Penny, I need your help with –"

I stopped dead track as I saw Prentiss already sitting in the room next to Garcia, looking at the screens.

"I'll just come back later." I said, but Emily stopped me.

"You need info about André Dom?" She asked and I smiled.

"You know me so well."

"So here's what I've got." Garcia said, typing at her keyboard so fast I thought the keys would fly away. "André Dom, twenty six years old, has worked at the bar for about a year now… Lives alone, no friends in the area, doesn't own any property… Oh, listen to this, he spent some time in jail for assaulting his girlfriend. Two years ago she spontaneously changed her mind so he got off."

"Two years is a long time for serials." Prentiss said. "Maybe he's taken more women we weren't aware of?"

"He wasn't a serial." I said. "It's very possible that somebody else drove him towards it, maybe the partner."

"How did they meet?" Prentiss asked. "During their time? Afterwards? Knew each other from beforehand?"

"He was cellmate to Michael Lebo for a while." Garcia informed us. "Lebo was in for sexual assault, and was released six weeks ago."

"Just before the murders started." Prentiss said before turning to look at me. "Think they'll listen to us now?"

The case closed that very day. Apparently, Lebo was the one who kidnapped, raped and killed the victims, but Dom assisted him because he owed him for saving his life in prison. We tracked Lebo down to the abandoned warehouse he was staying and rescued Jessica Monroe. She wasn't hurt, only scared, and I was relieved at that.

Dave and Hotch were mad at Prentiss and me, for going to Garcia behind their backs, and at Garcia, for letting us do it. Soon enough, though, they realized we only did it because they wouldn't listen, and they calmed down.

That evening, after we all finished paperwork and headed downstairs together, one of the receptionists called for me.

"Agent Chess!" She called. "You have a visitor."

I looked around, confused, before I noticed Daniel standing in the middle of the floor.

"I'll be right back." I told the team, starting to get nervous about all of them being there. I pushed it aside as I kissed Daniel.

"Hey, beautiful." He said. "How was your day?"

"The usual." I smiled. "A lot better now that you're here."

"Let's go?" He asked but I shook my head.

"Not yet." I told him. "First, you are going to meet my team."

Daniel looked at me, shocked. "You want me to meet your team?" He asked.

"Of course I do." I said softly. "Why'd you think I asked you to come pick me up today?"

I put my hand in his and we walked together towards where the entire BAU team stood and watched us.

"Daniel, these are my team members," I said, "Hotch, Dave, JJ, Derek, Emily, Penelope and Spencer, this is my boyfriend, Daniel."

"Nice to meet you." Daniel said. "I heard so much about you."

"Really?" Rossi asked with a smile. "Because we heard absolutely nothing about you."

I blushed before I was saved by an overenthusiastic Garcia.

"Speak for yourself!" She told Rossi. "Chessi told me so much – Except for the parts I wanted to know – Did you really know each other when she was in Harvard – how long has this been going on – I'm dying here!"

Daniel laughed as the questions came one after another, so fast he couldn't even speak. "I did know Diana when she enrolled at Harvard." He said when she stopped for breath. "We dated for a year during that time, and for almost two months this time around."

"I met him again when I took Darlin' to the garage a couple of months back." I said, still holding his hand. "He works there so he convinced me to give this another try and go on a date with him. and we just clicked together all over again."

"I hope you're being kind to her." Rossi said, faking casualty, and I stiffened a laugh.

"Have I mentioned Dave's my Godfather?" I asked. "A bit protective sometimes."

"We were just about to go to a bar," JJ said, "care to join us?"

I looked at Daniel. "Your call."

His face split apart with a smile. "Sure, why not?"