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Peter leaped onto the couch in the staff lounge and put up his feet. His already mussed feathers ruffled against the fabric of his seat. His yellow ducky boxers rode up and Terrence grimaced. "Cover up and pay attention."

Peter flashed a winning smile and yanked down the legs of his boxers. "You're so uptight!"

"It may be because he doesn't have a beautiful woman to look after for the next three days." A Scottish drawl came from the corner of the room.

"Can we pay attention to our charges, please?"

"You both worry too much. From where I'm sitting nothing life threatening is going on. It's not like they're in the middle of a shootout or up against a group of international terrorists."

"That's the problem, Pete. This group of people can find trouble just by getting out of bed in the morning."

"Terry, when are you going to learn to relax? You're nearly as uptight as Willy--and that's saying something."

"I'm not uptight."

"Yes, you are!"

"Aye… yer both drivin' me mad!"

"Yeah Terry, shut up."

"Both of you be quiet. I can't hear a thing."

Malcolm was staring intently at the screen in the break room. Their new charges had entered a bar and were gathered at one table in the corner of the room.

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"I don't understand why I have to be the one that goes first."

"Come on Emily… You have the easiest job. All you have to do is get the article of clothing and we're good to go."

"Easy for you to say!"

"Hey, I have a boyfriend and a baby; I can't be hitting on men in a bar."

"Sure you can. I'm sure Will wouldn't mind if it's for a good cause and I call twelve hundred dollars split between us a 'good cause'."

"Thees es very undeegnified."

"Oh, loosen up, Josh," JJ laughed. "Let's go over to that table and have a drink. We'll be able to keep an eye on Emily from there in case anything gets out of hand."

JJ watched the color drain out of her friends face. "That's not funny."

"You can take care of yourself. Who knows, maybe you'll find another idiot masquerading as and FBI agent."

The two women laughed and Josh eyed them both with deep mistrust. "What ees so funny?"

JJ launched into the story of a girls night out with Garcia and the guy they'd met who claimed to be an FBI agent.

"You should have seen the look on his face."

"You should 'ave arrested 'im for eempeersonating a Federal agent."

"He was harmless, Josh."

Josh harrumphed loudly, "I steel don't undeerstand why I 'ave to be silent for eight 'ours."

"It'll be fun. And just think of the conversations you can have with Kyle after this." JJ patted his hand.

They left the table and Emily to her own devices. Josh asked the waitress if she had a bottle of 1992 Dom Perignon and the waitress just looked at while snapping the wad of gum she chewed. Her frizzy blond hair stuck out in all directions and her top was cut so low it left nothing to the imagination.

"Just what you see on the menu."

Josh harrumphed again and let JJ order for both of them. "Why deed we 'ave to come 'ere? Ze wine zelection at La Caille ess much better zen zis bar."

JJ patted his hand and he glared at her. "Don't worry; we won't have to be here long. Emily draws in the men like flies."

"Zen why does she always zay zhat she ees always looking for zee 'right one'?"

"And there comes one now."

JJ and Josh watched a man with black hair and dark eyes approach her table. He wore a suit and tie that reminded JJ strongly of Hotch.

He said something to Emily that had her laughing and blushing like a school girl. She nodded once and man sat down across from her.

"'e ees like 'otchner, ees 'e not." Josh observed. "But 'e smiles."

JJ gaped at Josh, who picked up the glass of red wine the waitress put in front of him and swirled it in the glass he took a sip, grimaced, but apparently decided it had to do.

"How did you know…?" JJ trailed off, her mouth snapping closed.

"I 'ave trouble with the Eengleesh; I am not blind, Mademoiselle JJ."

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"JJ's right, Emily likes Agent Hotchner; I saw how she looked at him at dinner."

"Don't let Reginald hear you say that."

The three of them focused on the screen. "I admit that looking after Josh isn't as much fun as Penelope. He doesn't listen to me at all when I try to encourage him to brighten up his wardrobe a bit."

"I don't see Josh in yellow or neon pink."

"Aye, Josh is very concerned about his dignity."

"Dignity isn't everything. You gotta learn to loosen up a bit or everyone would be like Willy. Do you want to be like Willy?" Peter challenged his friends.

There was a collective shudder through all the angels' wings at the same time. "No, I don't want to be like fussy britches." Terrence admitted.

"Then let's have fun with this."

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Emily ordered a beer and tried not to look at the rest of her "team," that was watching her from the other side of the room. The music from the old fashioned jukebox was playing some kind of seventies rock ballad that she recognized, but couldn't remember the words.

Why had she agreed to this?

"Hello, may I join you?"

She looked up to see a tall thin man with black hair and dark intense eyes that smiled down at her. He wore a dark charcoal colored suit, a white dress shirt and a red tie with a white stripe and gold tie pin in the shape of a star.

"Sure," it dismayed her to here that her voice shook. If she could handle a snake like Viper, she could handle anything.

The man smiled and her picture of Hotch standing there in front of her was blown away. If she could keep her mind off the boss man and his admittedly cute butt, she'd be okay.

Time to turn on the charm! she thought as the man took his seat.