Weeks had gone by since Jo was shot. She had recovered and was back at work. She decided to take Rossi and her sister's advice and not care what her dad wanted her to do. Jo wanted to be in the field.

A new case brought the team to Miami. The UnSub was attacking couples at high class clubs. The profile they were able to put together so far was that the men were all alpha males with upper-class women. The UnSub was most likely jealous and he took his anger out by stabbing them repeatedly, after raping the women. The team was stumped. They had no leads to get them any closer, and they didn't want another couple to suffer the same fate.

"We need to get a couple in there and lure him out." Hotch suggested

"Yes." Rossi agreed. "If we could put the right bait in front of him, he could make his move.

"And since all of the men have been alpha males who are very flashy with how important they are, I recommend Morgan." Reid smirked.

"Thanks Kid." He pat Reid on the back, hard. "What you say, Prentiss, you ready to go under cover as my arm candy?"

"I can't"

"That's right." Hotch spoke up. "She and JJ already went into the club to ask questions."

"Then who is going with me?" Morgan asked.

Everyone looked to Jo.

Morgan shook his head. "She's not ready."

"Morgan is right, I'm not ready."

Hotch gave a reassuring look. "You will be fine."

"This place is a really high class club. I wouldn't even know where to start to look like I fit in." Jo expressed her concern.

JJ and Emily looked at each other. "Don't worry. We will take care of that." Emily reassured her.

"Let's go shopping." JJ smiled as they walked out of the police station.

Morgan stepped out of the men's locker room wearing a charcoal gray suit, black shirt and gray tie; looking extremely sharp.

JJ left the woman's locker room to see Morgan standing in the hallway. "Well, aren't you handsome."

"Thanks." He winked. "Is my date ready?"

JJ pushed the door open. "Okay, Cinderella."

Jo walked out. Morgan couldn't help but to gawk. He started with her sexy, smoky eyes. Her hair was curled and pulled back. He looked down to her formfitting, revealing, midnight blue dress and ended at her black high heels. "Damn girl. You ain't playing." He pulled out his phone. "Wait, I need a picture in case I never get to see this again."

She gave a quick smile for the picture. "Come on, let's get this over with." She walked toward the squad room where Hotch was waiting. She made her way in and he looked up at her.

"Wow." He couldn't help but stare.

She started to blush. "I feel so exposed." She said referring to her plunging neckline.

"You look the part." He reassured her.

She opened up her pursed and put in her .22.

"You can't take that with you." Hotch advised.

"What?" She looked surprised. "I am going out dressed like this and I am supposed to attract a rapist and killer and I am not able to bring Charlie with me?"

Hotch was distracted by her statement. "Do you name all of your weapons?"

Jo nodded and gave a look as if to say doesn't everyone?

"You will be searched when you enter the club, they won't allow you to bring a gun in. But you will be with Morgan. Reid and I will also be there on the other side of the club keeping watch. You will be fine.

She felt comforted by his words.

Reid pulled Jo aside. "Are you sure you are ready for this?"

"Yes. Hotch just said to act like a girl having fun at a club. I am sure that I can fake that."

"You know what I mean."

"Don't worry, Reiding. I will be fine. Besides, you have my back." She turned to Morgan. "You ready, Babe?" She said in character.

He flashed a grin. "You know it." He took her arm into his and they walked out.

Jo and Morgan entered the club completely in character. He was flashy, bold and confidently flaunting his money. Jo was the perfect trophy for his arm. Her one job was to attract the UnSub and turn him down.

Hotch and Reid were already inside the club, sitting together at a table in the corner to give them a best overall view.

Rossi, JJ and Emily were in a surveillance van around the corner, in contact with Hotch through his earpiece.

Morgan and Jo were escorted to a reserved table which also gave them a good view of the club.

Morgan wrapped his arm around her and she leaned into him and put her hand on the inside of his leg.

He smiled and looked into her eyes. "We should have been on this assignment a long time ago."

Jo lovingly smiled back. "Shut up and keep your eyes open."

After they had each finished a drink. Morgan stood and reached for Jo's hand.

Reid watched as they go up. "What are they doing?"

"They're going to dance." Hotch explained.

A slow song played as Morgan held her tightly while his left hand held her right hand close to his chest.

Reid became more and more uncomfortable as he watched them. He continued to switch his legs as they were crossed.

The couple moved together as the music changed to a faster tempo. Morgan was pleasantly surprised with how good of a dancer Jo was. Several songs later, Morgan and Jo sat back down.

Hotch noticed a guy paying close attention to them, especially Jo. He shot a look to Morgan.

He turned to her. "I'm going to get us some more drinks. Be right back, Babe."

Jo knew to be on alert, and instantly, the man who was watching them sat on the small table in front of her.

"Can I help you?" She asked. She remembered what Hotch said. She had to keep him interested then ultimately turn him down.

"I just wanted to ask you a question."

"Okay."

"I wanted to know if chocolate was the only flavor you enjoyed."

"I don't see how that is any of your business."

"Well, I did see him dropping Benjamins like he owned the place. Maybe it is the green you like more."

Jo batted her eyes. "I do prefer a certain type of man."

"So, you like them wealthy?"

"I like for my men to take care of me. What woman wouldn't?"

"You know that dimples over there could never really take care of you."

"Are you saying you can?" She gave a slight chuckle. "I don't think so."

He became agitated and grabbed her wrist. "I'm man enough for you."

Reid turned to Hotch. "We need to get over there."

Hotch put his hand up in front of Reid. "Hold on. We can't scare him away."

Morgan stood behind the guy. "Do you want to tell me why you're touching my girlfriend?"

He let go and stood up. "It's nothing. We were just getting better acquainted."

"Well, I suggest you move along or you will be acquainted with my fist."

"I'm leaving, no reason to get your panties in a bunch." He gave a wink to Jo and walked to the bar.

Jo took the drink from Morgan's hand and drank a big gulp. "Uh, I feel like I need a shower."

Hotch described the guy to the team outside as they kept an eye on him.

Morgan went back to cuddling with Jo. "Do you think we need to antagonize him more?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know. A little make-out session."

Jo laughed. "I'm surprised you didn't just take it, after all, you are supposed to be an arrogant alpha male."

"No, we are supposed to be everything he is not and everything he wants." Morgan said softly and scooted closer to Jo. He put his hand on her face. "We are supposed to make him jealous." He leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss.

Hotch and Reid both watched as their teammates got extra personal with each other. Reid's grip around the already crumpled cocktail napkin tightened.

Morgan slowly backed away. As Jo did her best from showing the look of shock she was feeling.

He then nudged her. "You should leave before me. And remember to walk toward the van."

Morgan continued to make a big show as he walked out, tipping everyone who worked there and headed outside. He took a look around. "Jo?"

He turned and went back into the club. He didn't see her there either. He pulled out his phone and dialed her number. She didn't answer.

Hotch approached Morgan. "What's wrong?"

"I can't find Jo."

Hotch spoke into his wrist communicator. "Do you have a twenty on Pierce?"

"We didn't see her come out." Rossi responded.

Hotch turned to see the creepy guy was at the bar hitting on a girl. "We focused on the wrong guy."