Rossi had finished working the room and was engaged in a game of pool with one of his dinner companions when Heather reappeared. She didn't make an entrance; she just appeared sitting on the edge of the pool table, smiling at him. She had taken her hair out of the French braid and let it hang loose, and had also changed into a simple black dress. She was holding two champagne flutes.

"Hello, Dave," she smiled. "You did say you'd like to get better acquainted."

"That I did," he said, putting the cue down. "What do you have there?"

Heather handed one of the flutes to him. "Try it," she suggested, winking at him.

Dave cautiously took a sip. His eyes widened and he took another drink. "Interesting," was his noncommittal response.

"I thought you would like it," she told him as she led him away from the pool table and toward a bistro table near the wall.

An hour and a half later, they had two empty bottles prominently displayed on their table and were whispering and laughing together. Heather got up, walked over to the bar, and got another bottle from the bartender. She then returned to the table and held out her hand to Dave. Together they strolled out of the pub with arms entwined.

When they reached the door to the Agents' suite, Heather helped herself to the key card in Rossi's shirt pocket and opened the door. Immediately inside the door they encountered Hotchner, who looked gave them a poisonous look when he noticed the bottle Heather was carrying.

"Rossi, you know the Bureau's guidelines for drinking on the job," he said sternly.

Rossi glanced at Heather who couldn't suppress a laugh. She handed the bottle she was carrying to Hotch. "Here, give this a try," She giggled. It's the best ginger ale money can buy. Now, let me sit down and get out of these shoes!" She walked over to the couch, sat down, and kicked her shoes off.

"She's right," Rossi told Hotch. "Try it for yourself."

"You could give each of us a breathalyzer text," Heather suggested helpfully. "You'll find that both of us are fully capable of safely driving - Just in case you are planning on a car chase later tonight."

"I like ginger ale," Alex volunteered. "Let me try it!" She took the bottle from Hotch and started towards the kitchen.

"There are glasses in the cabinet above the sink," Heather called out. "You might want to get several. It's an excellent vintage, meant to be shared."

"Yes," Alex declared after sampling the bottle's contents. "This is excellent ginger ale."

"I agree," Morgan had helped with the tasting. "I do need to get the name of this. It is good!"

"Its something our chef asked for to use in one of his recipes," Heather told them. "It took me a while to track it down."

"Okay," Hotch conceded. "I am sorry. I should have known better. My apologies to you both."

"No problem," Heather assured him. "Now," she continued, "I have to be on my way. Dave, please remember to show up for breakfast tomorrow morning looking suitable disheveled. I have a rep to protect! Actually, at this point, you have a rep to protect, too!"

"Where is Dr. Reed? Is he still feeling under the weather?"

"It appears so," JJ told her. "He did get up and eat some of your vegetable rice, which is really good by the way, and then he went back to bed. He insists he is going to sleep it off – Whatever 'It' is."

"Tell you what," Heather moved to the desk and wrote on a piece of paper. "This is my personal extension. When he wakes up at 2:00 a.m. feeling lousy, tell him to call me. I have some over the counter medications that might help." She handed the paper to JJ.

"Two a.m.?" Morgan asked.

"Of course. Everyone always gets sick at two a.m. It's the most inconvenient time of the day!" With that comment, Heather let herself out the door.