I contacted my team and asked for them to come out for drinks with me tonight.
At six, I arrived at Mick's apartment complex. I pressed the button for his apartment and waited for him to ask who it was. He didn't allow me entry straight away; he seemed to need to think about it.
I headed up and knocked on his door. He opened it and looked back at me with a frown. "What?" He asked.

"I'm ready."

"You're ready?"

"For us…if you'll give me another chance. I was flighty before because I didn't know what I wanted, and I was uncomfortable with the idea of having romantic feelings for someone again. I've thought about it and I've accepted it and if you'll let me, I want to be with you."

He just looked at me for a few seconds of painful silence. My hopes were dropping and I was about to apologise and leave, but he acted first by pulling me to him and kissing me. I melted into the kiss and he pulled me further inside. He closed the door and pushed me against it as we made out.
I pushed him back after a few more seconds and he looked at me questioningly. "What?"

"As much as I would love to sleep with you right now, we have somewhere to be. Go change into a nice shirt." I pushed him back away from me. He looked confused, but he did as I said. It only took a minute for him to return with a nice shirt on and his hair neatened after I had messed it up. I smiled and kissed him once more before opening the door and pulling him with me.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" He asked after we had been driving for a short while.

I just smiled at him, and five minutes later I pulled into the parking lot of the bar. I got out and waited for him to close his door before I locked my car. I took his hand and intertwined our fingers as we went.
I wasn't much of a hand-holder; I didn't really show any kind of PDA, but he needed this to believe me. I knew he had his doubts; I could see it in his eyes.
I led him through the bar to where my team was already all seated. I heard him sigh behind me and I tightened my hand around his briefly. JJ and Garcia had big smiles, and Morgan a smirk.

"Hi," JJ smiled, sitting straighter, "You never call team outings."

"Hi, this is my boyfriend, Mick. Please note that I did not hesitate when I said boyfriend." I looked at him sitting at my side.

"Jesus Christ." He shook his head. JJ and Garcia both laughed lightly. He stood back up and went to the bar to grab us drinks.

As soon as he was out of earshot, I spoke before anyone else could, "I don't want to talk about it. Be normal."

He returned quickly, placing a gin and tonic in front of me. I thanked him quietly and we both tuned into the conversation with the team.
About a half hour passed before Garcia and JJ couldn't hold back anymore. They began questioning Mick about his life, his past loves, his baggage. It seemed way too personal for me; if his team had done that to me, I would have been out of there in no time. He didn't seem to mind, though. He was polite and gave them what they wanted.
When they exhausted their questions, they went to the bathroom and then the bar. I apologized to him, but he brushed it off and said he didn't care.

I sat quietly as the guys talked about things that I couldn't relate to, being a female. They involved Mick like he had been a part of our team forever, and he seemed comfortable with them. When more than enough time had passed for the girls to get drinks, I turned around and looked for them. They were talking, still at the bar. I excused myself and let my hand brush across Mick's shoulder as I walked away and to the girls.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked once they smiled at me, noticing my presence.

"I was just venting about Kevin." Garcia smiled. I nodded. She never vented to me about Kevin because she knew that I wouldn't sugar-coat anything for her. I wasn't a fan; It wasn't that I hated him, we just clashed somehow. We could be in the same room and be with the team at the same time with no issues, he just wouldn't be a person I would choose to have a voluntary conversation with.

When the three of us returned to the table, Mick put his arm across the back of my chair. At first, I felt awkward with it there in the team's view. It only took a moment to realise that this was normal relationship thing to do and my team wouldn't think anything of it at all. I took a breath and sat back properly against his arm. A few seconds later he pressed a kiss to my temple and I looked down to hide my smile.

This was nice.

He pulled my shirt over my head before laying me down on the bed. He unbuttoned my leather jeans and struggled to get them off. I laughed as he cursed quietly, and he shut me up by kissing me hard.
He removed my bra and underwear quickly, and I managed to push his boxer briefs down with my feet as he hovered over me, now kissing and biting at my neck and collarbone. As soon as I got them off him I guided him in and sighed as he buried himself.

I lay cuddled to his side now, my hand on his chest and my head on his shoulder. He was running a hand up and down my side and the other was over my hand.

"Mick?"

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"I love you." I spoke quietly. This was the first time I had told someone that I loved them since Ian. It felt almost freeing. I smiled when he pressed a kiss to my hair.

I could hear the smile in his voice, "I love you too."

We lay in silence again and I realized I was about to drift off. I was about to ask if he wanted to go round two before I fell asleep, but then I focused on his breathing and found he was already asleep. I smiled and buried my face in the crook of his neck for a second, and then I relaxed against him and closed my eyes again.

We were on a plane to Phoenix, Arizona on Monday afternoon. A couple killer, targeting young couples with no kids and decent jobs. We ran through the case on the plane, and Hotch assigned us jobs to do tomorrow, but we would all be at the station this evening.

We arrived at the police station at 7pm. I walked in a step behind Hotch, the rest behind us. Hotch stopped abruptly when a local officer stepped out to greet us. I stopped before I ran into him, and felt Morgan run into me.

"Sorry." He apologised, removing his hand from my arse.

"At least take me to dinner first." I joked quietly. He and JJ both laughed, and Hotch bumped me subtly to tell me to be professional. I apologised to Hotch and shook the officer's hand as Hotch introduced us.

We went into the room they had prepared for us and began setting up shop. Reid hung a map up on one wall, I stuck up the victim timeline that we had, and the others sorted out the boxes of files that were waiting for us here.

"Okay, it's already eight, this unsub isn't going to escalate, so we're not going to lose another victim tonight. Let's go to the hotel, grab dinner, and start fresh in the morning."

We headed back. I sat beside Morgan and skimmed over my file again as we headed for the hotel. We got there just after Hotch, Rossi, and Reid. By the time we got inside the lobby, Hotch already had the keys. "They booked the two of you together again. Is that okay?" He looked between JJ and I.

"Of course." I took the key he offered. We headed for the elevators and up to the fourth floor where our rooms were. I texted Mick when we stepped off the elevator. "In Phoenix, not sure how long yet."

He texted back as I opened our hotel room. I let JJ go in first and looked to Hotch at the room beside us. He told us to be in the restaurant in a half hour. I put my bag down on the bed JJ left for me and I looked at Mick's text. "Georgia. Home by the end of the week. Good luck. I love you".

I smiled and put my phone down as I sat. I looked at JJ as she went through her bag searching for something, and then she groaned, "Please tell me you have tampons on you."

"Always," I threw the box to her, "Just leave them in the bathroom; I've got another pack in my bag for the station." The good part of our cycles syncing is that one of us always had supplies when the other didn't.

We headed down to the restaurant and bar almost as soon as JJ had changed. I didn't bother changing. The guys were nowhere in sight yet, so we sat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine each. We talked about Henry for a while, and then Will and Mick. About twenty minutes passed before I heard Morgan whistle and saw the guys sitting down at a table across the room.

We grabbed our second glasses of wine and went across to the table to sit with them.

"Got a head start, I see." Morgan smirked at us.

"Just preparing for the week ahead of us." JJ joked back.

The guys grabbed beers, Reid bourbon, and we looked at menus. After we ordered, we began discussing the case again. We theorized that it must be either two people, or one physically fit, strong male. A lone female wouldn't be able to murder two people with no one hearing, or no one getting away.
We moved to lighter conversation while we ate; updating everyone on our personal lives.

"So when are you going to introduce Mick to the Ambassador?" JJ asked once our plates were cleared by the waitress.

I snickered, "Never."

"Come on," She tilted her head. The guys sat listening, "You're never going to take him home for holidays? What if she asks if you're seeing anyone?"

I raised my eyebrows, "I haven't seen my mother since that Russian mob case when I had only been with you guys a few months. I've spoken to her on the phone since then, sure, but it's never about my personal life."

"Then what do you do for Christmas? For all the family holidays?" Reid asked.

"…I get drunk as all hell with Rossi."

"…Is Garcia with you guys on holidays?" Morgan asked.

I shook my head, "I assume she spends them with her millions of brothers. Her parents had way too many kids."

"Does Mick know that you don't want kids?" JJ questioned. "He strikes me as someone who would want a family." I looked down and sipped my wine, and she knew that that meant that he didn't know. "Are you going to introduce him to your dad?"

"Are you referring to Rossi?" I looked at her.

"No, I meant your real dad."

"You just crossed the boundary and I'm going to bed. Good night." I smiled at the guys as I stood. I went to the bar and paid the whole table rather than just my own meal, and then I headed for the elevators.
She knew that discussing my father was a no-go. They all did. Of course, they had no idea who he was and why I wouldn't speak of him, but they didn't need to know that much. All they needed to know was that I didn't consider him a father and he wouldn't be spoken about as such. Hotch didn't even know who he was; he was out of our lives before Hotch had come to work for us under my mother's security team.

I showered and dressed for bed when I got to our room. I brushed my teeth and sat down with a coffee on my bed, files surrounding me. The quicker we got a jump on this case, the quicker we could finish it and go home.
When JJ came up not a half hour after me, she showered and got changed for bed too. She sat down on the side of her bed and watched me for a short while before I sighed and looked at her, "Don't hover."

She smiled, "I'm sorry about asking."

I shook my head, "It's fine Jayje, don't worry about it."

"I hope one day that you'll trust us enough to tell us why you react the way you do when he is brought up."

"It's not about trust. I do not consider him family, and therefore there is no need to discuss or even think about him. I have my mother, I have Rossi, and that is all." I looked at her pointedly. I could see that she wanted to ask why I didn't consider him family. What did he do? What happened to cause that rift? She kept her mouth shut, and instead gave me a weak smile and nod, and she climbed into bed.

I cleared the files and lay down, turning the lamp out once I knew she was ready to sleep.