The Blue Dress Shirt Chapter Seven

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Six Months later…

David Rossi couldn't help himself. He tried to stay away but he found himself drawn to her. He wondered if he'd always had a thing for prickly women. "So, rumor has it you're a free woman."

Erin Strauss looked up from her desk. "If you're referring to the fact that my divorce is final then, yes, I guess I am."

Rossi leaned against her door frame nonchalantly. "As luck would have it, I find myself free as well."

She lifted a sculpted brow. "Well, by all means, don't let me keep you."

"I want to take you out." He announced boldly.

She regarded him suspiciously. "Excuse me?"

Rossi shifted and stood. "Actually I don't want to take you out I want to take you home. To bed." He watched as she swallowed nervously and her hand betrayed a slight tremble.

"Agent Rossi, have you taken your Sensitivity training?"

"I'm not sure about that one but I am Kama Sutra certified." He enjoyed the blush that crawled up her cheeks.

She released a shaky sigh. "I'm not sure what kind of game you're playing."

"Ah, you remembered that I was fond of games." He gave her a heated look. "I'm touched. I seem to recall that you enjoyed them as well."

She bit her lip to prevent a smile. "I'm not sure what it is you're after."

"Really? I thought I was being fairly direct. You. Me. Bed." He stepped closer. "Hell who am I kidding? Couch. Desk. I want you, Erin."

The look she gave him was wary. "Why?"

"I want a woman that's my intellectual and sexual equal. I recall you being both."

She frowned. "You want laid and you figure as a divorcee I might be plumb for the picking."

He walked over and perched on the edge of her desk. "I do want laid, your marital status is irrelevant."

"Pardon me if I doubt your sincerity, this does seem rather sudden."

He smiled at her. "Fair enough, allow me to take you to dinner. To prove my sincerity." He waited as she studied him. "What do you have to lose?"

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"Are you sure you're doing that right? I don't think that goes there."

Morgan sighed, he had been at this for almost an hour, and she'd been directing him the entire time. "Do you think you could do it better?"

"I didn't say that." Emily argued. "Why don't we ask Hotch? He's done this before."

"I cannot believe that you just suggested that." Derek scoffed. "You know how good I am with my hands."

Emily smirked, "It's not your hands I'm questioning. It's your ability to follow directions. You seem to be having some difficulty getting the job done."

"It's kind of hard with you harping at me the entire time. Just relax and let it happen."

"I might be more relaxed if I had any confidence that you were doing it right." She winced as he jerked and swore. "Sorry, did I move against you?"

Morgan stood up. "Sweetheart, if you would please just sit down and let me do this, trust me, I'll get it together."

Emily sunk down on the bed. "It's kind of important for this not to fall apart."

"It's not going to fall apart, Emily." He sighed again as he looked at her studying the piece of furniture that he was struggling to put together. "You know what you should do? You should call Pen and JJ and get together and go shopping. There is probably tons of stuff we still need."

"Your mom told me I was not to buy another thing until she came to visit." She intended to heed her mother-in-law's demand. Not to mention they had a room filled with more things than any baby could ever need. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" She questioned suspiciously.

He looked over at her and grinned. "Yes. And never."

"Derek, how are we going to handle a baby if we can't even put together a crib?" She asked sadly.

One look at her sad face and he folded. "Would you like me to call Hotch?"

"No, they're busy. JJ and Henry were moving in this weekend." She pushed herself off the bed. "Maybe I'll go call Pen and see if she and Kyle want to go for a walk. That way you can work without me here nagging you."

Derek smiled, relieved that she was going to leave for a while. "You know I love when you nag me."

"Sure you do, which is why you're rushing me out of the room." She laughed.

"Baby, if I had to look at you sitting on that bed any longer my mind was not going to be on constructing a crib." He slid his arms around her middle.

Emily came to an abrupt stop and turned in his arms. "That wasn't one of the options you gave me earlier."

Derek grinned down at his wife of almost six months. "Should it have been?"

"Well the crib doesn't need put together today." She informed him, leading him back to the bedroom. "We are still honeymooners after all."

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Reid took a fortifying breath and pushed open the door to the local Barnes and Noble. He felt a little more confident about this set up. JJ had intervened after the last date Pen found for him turned out to be a stalker. Well, stalker was a strong word but when he returned from a case and found her ensconced in his apartment several warning bells had gone off. Today he was meeting an intern that worked in JJ's building.

JJ had been the one to suggest a book store knowing his love of books and wanting to put him in a location where he would feel comfortable. He arrived early on purpose and strolled through the aisles pulling books at random that appealed to him. His plan was to station himself in one of the plush chairs facing the door to wait for his date. However, his best intentions went awry when he became engrossed in one of the novels he selected.

"Dr. Reid?" A voice asked hesitantly.

"What?" Reid glanced up and noticed the slight redhead standing in front of him.

"You are Dr. Reid, correct?" When he continued to stare at her stupefied, she added. "My name is Caro. I work with JJ."

"I, uh, yes, yes, I'm Spence. That is Spencer Reid. Dr. Reid. Yes, that's me." He stood and the stack of books that he'd held on his lap scattered. "Oh, gosh, sorry."

She smiled at him. JJ had told her that he tended to lose himself in books and not to be surprised if she found him absorbed in one when she arrived at the store. She had neglected to tell her that he was so adorable. "I almost hated to interrupt you it looked like you were enjoying your book."

Reid blushed. "It's kind of a habit of mine. I tend to get lost in them." He stood and realized how tiny the redhead was, and that she had a smattering of freckles across her nose. "Would you like to get a coffee?"

"Sure, and you can tell me all about yourself." She held on to three of the books he'd dropped. "JJ tells me you work for the FBI?"

Spencer nodded. "I do, but you know, I don't think JJ told me nearly enough about you." He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her over to the café. "Why don't you tell me about yourself, Caro? I'm sure you're a far more interesting topic."

His previous set ups through Garcia may not have been successful, but they had given him a little bit of experience so he might just manage to get through this date well enough to secure another. He smiled as the woman across from him launched into storytelling mode. He'd have to remember to send JJ a book as a thank you.

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Garcia had just sat down when her son let out a bloodcurdling squall. "I'm pretty sure that was a daddy cry." She told her spouse, decidedly needing a small break.

"Sounded like it." Kevin concurred and jumped up to find out what was bothering his son.

Her reprieve was relatively short when Kevin came into the family room holding the clearly unhappy infant. "Penny, honey, I can't make him stop."

Garcia looked up at her boys with a sigh. "Is he wet?"

"I just changed him." Kevin assured her.

"Is he hungry?"

"He doesn't seem to want to take his bottle."

"Did you check the temperature?"

"I don't know." Her husband whined, growing frustrated by his inability to soothe his son.

Garcia knew that unless she acted quickly she'd have two crying males on her hands. "Kevin, our son is not unlike a computer." She walked over and relieved him of his son. "Sometimes you just have to keep trying different things until you figure out what works." She was rewarded with a loud belch and a suddenly calm child. "See?"

It was an analogy that JJ helped her discover when she was frustrated right after Kyle's birth. "You're going to need to try a little harder, Sweetums." She didn't like to be critical of the man but unless he started putting forth a lot more effort she was going to reboot him.

Kevin winced and held out his arms to take their son back. "I'm sorry, you're right. I just worry that everything I do is wrong. And he's so tiny." He looked at Garcia. "What if I break him?"

"Oh Loverbear if that happens you don't need to worry because no one will ever find you. Not even a trace." Garcia promised him.

"You say the most reassuring things, Gumdrop." He smiled as their son cooed at him.

"See, you don't have anything to worry about. Just relax." She sunk back down on couch, determined to shut her eyes for five minutes.

"You know," Kevin told her, "you're pretty awesome. You make this, just like everything else you do, seem easy."

"I'm not taking him back." Garcia mumbled eyes still closed.

Suddenly feeling far more confident Kevin smiled. "That's okay, I've got this. As long as I've got you I can handle just about anything."

"Isn't that the truth?" His sleepy wife responded.

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Hotch surveyed the mess in his living room with a happy smile. Sure there were boxes everywhere and with their hectic life it would probably take them months to go through them all. But that was okay because upstairs in his bedroom, in his bed, he'd find JJ. He turned the lights off as he worked his way up the stairs.

"Jeez, I thought you'd never get up here." JJ said when he finally entered the bedroom. "Hope you don't mind. My pajamas are still packed away somewhere." She made her way towards him wearing one of his tailored blue shirts.

"I absolutely do not mind." He told her as he gathered her into his arms. "Although, I have to admit I am a little upset that they look way better on you than they do me."

JJ pulled back to look at him. "Oh no, I adore you in blue. You always look unbelievably hot. Never doubt your hotness."

Chuckling Hotch pulled her close again. "Is that right?"

"The only thing hotter is when you take the shirt off." JJ informed him.

"Really?" He said as he walked her backwards to the bed. "I was thinking the exact same thing!"

She grinned as the back of her legs hit the bed. "Great minds think alike."

"Then you know exactly what's coming next." He gently pushed her on the bed and followed her down.

JJ laughed and fused her mouth to his kissing him hungrily. "You're lucky I lasted this long. Watching you lift and bend all day has been driving me nuts."

Hotch pulled up and looked at her. "So it wouldn't have been inappropriate to take you on the couch when we were unpacking the family room?"

JJ responded by pulling his tee shirt over his head. "Oh no, it would have been completely appropriate. Welcome even."

"I am really liking this living arrangement." He let her know as he unbuttoned his jeans.

JJ slid her hands alongside his hips to assist with the jean removal. "Oh honey, you're about to like it a lot more."

Hotch raised a brow as he kicked off the jeans and sent the sailing across the room. "Why is it that I'm naked and you are still wearing my shirt?"

"That was your rule." JJ reminded him as she rolled him onto his back. "I was allowed to wear it as long as you were here to take it off of me." She giggled as he pulled her on top of him. "Aren't you going to take it off?"

He groaned as she adjusted to him. "How about we just undo a few buttons? I like seeing you in my clothes."

JJ rolled her hips. "Yeah, I like seeing you in me."

"Good I plan to make it a common occurrence." He moaned as she sped up the rocking of her hips.

She returned an answering moan as his hands closed in on her breasts. "You know, if that happens we're likely to end up with that baby Garcia keeps asking about." She teased him.

His hands stilled her hips as something was telling him he needed to be fully lucid for this conversation. "Isn't that part of the plan?" He wanted to make certain it was what she wanted.

"The plan?" She asked with a twinkle. He'd been very adamant about letting her control the speed at which they moved. He didn't rush her into anything although she knew that he wanted her to live with him almost from the moment they became a couple. She adjusted her position so that she was lying on top of him fully. "Hotch?" She placed a lingering kiss on his mouth.

"Umm."

"Sweetheart?" Her lips traveled up his cheek to his earlobe. "You should know the plan is already in motion."

The End.

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