A/N: Thank you all for reading! Once again, I like to see reviews! And jekkah – I refuse to believe they didn't meet while she was gone either! ;)

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Jake's Series #5

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I feel my eyes grow big and I can barely contain my smile.

"Like what?" He reaches over and grabs another handful of popcorn. His face is playful and I can tell he is reveling in the fact that he knows something I don't. My grin grows wider at Aaron's lightheartedness because I'll never think this side of him is anything but wonderful.

"Aaron Hotchner! Fess up!" I demand. But after a beat I gasp in realization.

"Emily told you?!" I am mortified.

He chuckles and folds his now empty hands in front of him. "I don't know, what did she tell me?" I glare at him and do my best to be intimidating. He holds up his hands in surrender and leans back into the booth. "She might have said something to Morgan and I may have overheard."

I put my elbows on the table and hide my face behind my hands. This was one thing I knew Aaron was never going to let me forget.

"What? It's funny," he insists.

I lift my head up and see his eyes dancing with amusement. "It is not. It is the Pentagon! You'd think people would be more professional!" I defend. "Talking about your ass right in front of me in the office kitchenette isn't quite up to par with workplace etiquette."

"How do they even know how amazing my—"

"They saw you," I cut him off. "When you came to pick me up at the office because my car was in the shop, remember?" I remind him. He nods. "You know, if you had just stayed in front and let me come down none of this would have happened!"

He shrugs. "Nah, I like to rub it in to Don that we still talk."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Because that's the way to get me onto his good side," I mutter.

"Aw, Jayje. I'm sorry. All right, the real reason is because I like you show you off," he winks at me.

"And here I thought you were just being a gentleman," I say sarcastically. I give him a smile and take a sip of my beer.

"So what happened after you heard them?" Aaron's eyes are twinkling and I know he just wants to hear me say it.

"I thought Emily already told you?"

He swallows a sip of his scotch before answering. "No, she told Morgan," he corrects.

I roll my eyes. He chuckles.

"I want to hear you say it," he tells me.

"I may have…been annoyed and…slammed down the coffee maker pitcher thing," I grumble. I dismiss my confession with a wave of my hand. He is trying to hold in a laugh that I can see is just dying to burst out of him.

"It wasn't intentional! I just didn't like…I just…" I can't seem to get my thoughts in order and voice my opinion. I don't want to sound jealous because that would be petty since none of them have even talked to Aaron. I decide to quit trying to explain myself.

"And I ruined my suit jacket!" I almost shout.

"Because you made the coffee pitcher explode," Hotch clarifies for his own enjoyment. "Because you were jealous," Aaron stresses. I feel myself blushing which means denying my prior envy will be futile. "You work with some smart women!" His face is the exact definition of smug and goes to take a sip of his scotch.

"Who said they were women?" I deadpan. Aaron chokes and sputters on his drink and has a startled look about him. I inwardly grin; my mission is accomplished.

I try desperately to keep a straight face but fail miserably and start laughing harder than I have in a long time. Well, since the last time I saw Aaron at least.

He figures out I'm joking and smirks at me. "Good one, JJ."

"You deserved it!" I say with a sweet smile. I know this particular smile always works on him.

Hotch rests his arms on the wooden table in between us and lightly grasps his drink. "So tell me," he starts.

I sneer out of suspicion. Aaron has something up his sleeve, I just know it. I take a sip of my beer and wait.

"What do you think of my ass?"

It is my turn to choke in surprise and I begin to cough, doing my best to clear my windpipe. He waits for me to start breathing normally and reclaim the little dignity I have left before he continues.

"Well?" he asks me.

I need to redirect this conversation. "Well, what?"

He remains silent and I think the smirk on his face is permanent.

"Aaron!" I protest.

"What?" he smiles and he is being so bold I wonder if the scotch has gotten to his head faster than normal tonight. "It's a fair question!"

I realize he will not stop pushing for an answer until I pacify him. "It's…nice," I answer slowly.

He raises his eyebrows. "Nice?" he repeats. "That's it?" He pouts at me—actually pouts!

I can't believe how daring he is being. We are sitting here talking about his ass. I have no idea what has gotten into us.

I decide to up the ante a bit more.

"Well maybe if you wore those sexy jeans you had on the other day more often I'd be able to make a better assessment," I shamelessly flirt.

My memory flashes back to Sunday when Henry and I went to watch Jack's soccer game. Dave and Aaron were coaching and I found myself admiring my view of the older Hotchner more than once. I even went as far to wonder what it would be like to see him in only those jeans, especially when he'd glance away from the game to look at me and smile.

Blush crawls up Aaron's neck and onto his face. He is grinning but quiet, clearly nervous, and it is adorable.

"Just make sure my coworkers don't see you in them, okay? I really don't want to hear them spout off their opinions about my friend who happens to have a nice ass!"

"Hey! Don't you want to show me off too?" he grins.

I bring a finger to my chin and angle my head. "Hmm," I exaggerate. "You may have a point…"

He chuckles and throws a popcorn kernel at me. It lands on my chest and falls down my blouse. I glance down at my chest and then to Aaron who has a mischievous look on his face. I huff out a nervous breath and I am unsure how to salvage the situation. At my silence he averts his eyes and he once again grows nervous.

"Uhm…" he says. I see blush move up his neck again as he wrinkles his eyebrows together. He chuckles and cocks his head to his left which I know means he is unsure on what to say.

"Touchdown?" I try.

"Ha!" He exclaims as he slaps his hand on the table. He continues to laugh and it is infectious. My chest tingles as we share the moment. Laughing with Aaron is one of my favorite things to do as of late.

"Yeah, you could say that," he responds once he begins to calm down. "Good one, Jayje."

I shake my head at him and sit up, ready to pick out the lost kernel that I can feel prickling in between my breasts. I can feel his eyes on me and begin to flush. Thank goodness I'm wearing a tank top under my shirt or this would be a lot more awkward. I undo the next few buttons on my blouse to reveal my white cami that is lined with lace. I quickly pinch my thumb and forefinger between my breasts and dig out the offending kernel.

I meet and hold Aaron's steamy gaze and instead of placing the kernel on my napkin I raise it to my mouth and place it just before my parted lips before my tongue darts out and grabs it. Aaron licks his own lips and he lowers his gaze to my mouth, then a little lower onto my lacy tank. I feel a sense of power because it isn't everyday Aaron Hotchner forgets his manners and blatantly checks someone out.

"More popcorn?"

Abby's voice makes us both jump in our seats. She is puzzled by our reaction but then her face changes. She looks like she's had an epiphany. Abby opens her mouth and gives us a full blown smile.

I don't want to know.

Without saying anything she leans over and grabs our empty basket and walks away to get us a refill.

"When she comes back should I go for the PAT?"

"The what?" I question him as I furrow my brows in confusion.

"I thought you knew your football terminology!" he accuses me, clearly amused. Then Aaron's eyes go a shade darker but they are still twinkling at me. He licks his lips again and proceeds to smirk at me. "PAT. Point after touchdown."