A/N: (Reads the reviews) Ok, it's unanimous! The next person I will take on a date is…

"David Rossi." Strauss hung up. I sighed. Oh, yes, I remembered, Agent Rossi. I forgot about him, he's old enough to be my dad. Oh, well. I wasn't about to argue. I'd take him on the date. I'd follow the rules. I'd leave. No problem. No problem at all. I laid down and went to sleep. The next morning, I showed up at the BAU, wearing a slightly tight smile. Strauss saw me, and called:

"Oh, Jean, Rossi is ready to go!" I was confused. She was in a bit of a hurry to get rid of me…

"Jean? Jean? You're here, are you? I can't believe you slapped my boyfriend!" Oh, that would be why. Garcia is going crazy.

"Garcia? I'm sorry, he just…" Just then, Lynch walked in.
"Oh, you were going to tell her how I said I enjoyed my date with you more than my dates with her? Trust me, she won't care." Garcia frowned. I decided to leave before I saw anymore of this fight.

"David, where are we going?" He smiled at me.

"We are going to a concert." Hmm. That sounded good. He opened the door for me when we walked out of the BAU, and again when we reached his car. Well, "car" wasn't exactly the right word. It was a limo. I settled into the seat. He sat next to me. I couldn't hide my surprise.

"You have your own driver?"

"Well, yes, of course!" I shrugged. He smiled at me.

"Apparently you're a writer? I'm actually a writer, also." I nodded.

"Yeah, you're kind of famous." He smiled.

"Yeah, just think! You get to go on a date with a famous person!" His eyes were light. He was obviously kidding. I laughed.

"Yeah, a date with a famous person old enough to be my dad!" He chuckled.

"Well, the people who came up with the idea thought I'd feel left out…" I interrupted,

"They needed five men for five days?" He laughed.

"Yep." I shook my head.

"You know, I don't get that. I mean, day one could just be the day where she explains the rules to me, and day five is the day that I announce it, so why do I have to go on a date then, also?" He chuckled.

"Who would you get rid of?" I smiled.

"Lynch and you. No offence," I added,

"You're just a little…" My voice trailed off.

"Old?" He supplied.

"Yes." We laughed. He asked,

"So why did you enter this, anyway?" I closed my eyes, remembering.

"Two of my friends and I ran into each other at the store one day. They were giving me a hard time about not having a dating life, and one jokingly pointed out the drawing, saying I 'wouldn't enter it if they dared me to'. So, obviously, I entered, and I never gave it another thought. That is, until your boss called me at five o'clock in the morning to tell me I won." He laughed.

"And here you are!" I laughed with him.

"Yep, here I am." We were still laughing when we reached the concert. The concert itself was kind of boring, but we didn't really listen to the music much. We talked and talked about writing, detecting, profiling especially, his co-workers, my old boyfriends, his old wives, and anything else we could think of. The "date" was over far too soon for my liking. I wouldn't be choosing him, but I still had fun. At the end of the date, after he drove me home, he suddenly got a very awkward look on his face.

"What's wrong?" He sighed.

"Remember the rule about the end of the date?" Oh, yeah. The rule which said we had to kiss. I remembered. I nodded. He sighed.

"Well…" He said, before his eyes popped open in realization. He gently leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight, Jean." I smiled at him.

"Night." Half an hour later, curled up in my bed, ready to go to sleep, I finally wrote in my journal.

"On a scale of 1 to ten? I'd say a seven. We had fun, but he's old enough to be my dad."

Strauss called me when I was almost asleep, and said,

"Your next date is with…"

A/N: I know, not as funny as the others, I just couldn't make this one funny. Still, who do I date next?