"Thank you, sir." Morgan nodded at the waiter for bringing them their menus. He opened it. "The chicken parm here is to die for." He looked up at his date.

"Is it now? Better than that morning coffee?" Todd teased. She didn't think she'd ever let him forget that one.

"Oh, come on, now."

Jordan giggled. She liked it when Morgan got mad like that. It was very sexy. "Thanks for inviting me out, Morgan."

"I figured I would. You know, get to know you." Morgan winked. "So, tell me about yourself."

Jordan sipped her water. "Well, I'm an only child. And I'm very close to my parents. Especially my mom. I tell her everything that happens in my life. I'm a TV junkie. I watch way too much TV. After graduating from college, I did a program in London about government and intelligence. And here I am, filling in for Agent Jareau in the BAU. Your turn, Derek."

That was a lot for Derek to take in. There was something different about Todd. But he couldn't quite place it. "Well, I grew up in Chicago. With my mom, dad, and two sisters. My dad was a police officer, and he was killed on the line of duty. I got a football scholarship at Northwestern. I was a police officer, then I joined the bureau."

"Nice. That's quite a resumé, Derek." She lifted her glass as to toast him. He smiled, and clinked his glass with hers. As he sipped, he couldn't help but wondering what it was about Jordan that was so intriguing…

"Are you two ready to order?" The waiter interrupted Morgan's thoughts.

"Uhh, I'll have the chicken parmesan," Jordan said.

"And would you like soup or a salad with that, ma'am?"

"Salad. But hold the cheese and the onions, please."

"What kind of dressing, ma'am?"

"Thousand Island, thanks."

"Sure thing. And for you, sir?"

"I'll also get the chicken parmesan. With a salad. Do you have ranch dressing?"

"Absolutely," the waiter smiled. "I'll bring your salads in a minute."

"Thank you, sir," Morgan nodded.

"So," Jordan started, "tell me a little about your team."

"Well, Hotch is the Unit Chief. He doesn't usually smile, or laugh. But he's a good guy. Then there's Rossi. The famous book-writing, speech-giving, Agent Rossi. He's good at tough love advice. And Reid. He's like our walking dictionary. He's the smartest kid you'll ever meet. Comes in handy sometimes. Then there's Prentiss. She's kind of a badass, but she knows how to get the job done. And Garcia, my dearest Garcia."

"Girlfriend?"

"No, no, nothing like that." Morgan smiled. "Common misconception. She's the BAU's amazing technical analyst. And my best friend. This woman is a goddess. Anything you want? She can get it done."

"Your salad, sir," the waiter interrupted, "and yours, ma'am. Your entrees should be out in a few minutes."

"Thanks," Morgan said. He picked up his fork, and started to eat. Something tasted funny though.

"Hey, Todd. Your salad taste okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Thanks for asking."

"Mine tastes fishy."

"Maybe it's the dressing."

"Maybe."

"Here," she offered. "Let me have a taste." She leaned over and got a piece of lettuce. "You're right. Your salad does taste a little fishy."

"Oh well. I should have known that was bound to happen."

"What do you mean, Morgan?"

Morgan smiled. He was turning up his charm factor now. "I just mean, I'm at a great restaurant on a night with perfect weather with a beautiful girl. It was all just too good to be true." He winked. If that speech didn't win her over, the wink certainly would.

"Oh, please." Jordan rolled her eyes. "Flattery doesn't work on me."

Damn, Morgan thought. She was good at playing hard to get. Oh well. He had always liked the chase. And this was just going to take a little more effort than he thought.