A/N: I'm so sorry about the delay! So sorry! Thank you so much to everyone still reading and/or who have added this to their alerts. It means so much to me that you're all still interested. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, tried not to make it to short!!

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"Dinner?" Morgan asked in disbelief. "JJ, how long have you known him?"

"Long enough," JJ replied sarcastically. Then she sighed, annoyed at herself, for getting so snappy with Morgan. "Look, honestly, what's the big deal? All we are doing is going out to eat. It's not like we're dating or anything."

"I wouldn't mention it just yet," Hotch said as a warning. "I would find out as much about him over dinner as you can, and then decide whether or not you should ask him."

"We already have bugs in the place, but we can't search without a justified reason. The bugs haven't picked up anything, and it's almost like she never lives there. No phone calls or anything," Morgan told JJ.

"It would be better if he could search the house," Hotch supplied, taking over where Morgan had just finished off. "We tried to search her house and she called her lawyer within seconds, and we were instantly shot down."

"However, don't panic if he can't search the house," Emily spoke up. "Obviously we would prefer if he did but…"

"Got it," JJ said.

"Ok," Hotch began. "The reason I called…you didn't turn up this afternoon. Emily and Reid both got worried. We couldn't ask anyone, or it would draw attention to you. Where were you?"

"I was with Stacy," JJ admitted.

"Why? Do you think she is on to you?" Emily asked straight away, assuming the worst.

"No," she trailed off, unsure of how to say what she really thought. "I think that she may have picked me as the next victim," JJ explained. "She's been having meetings with me. Asking about my future. Saying how beautiful I am and what talent I have. It's the way she says it. It gives me the creeps."

"Do you want to be pulled out?" Hotch asked.

"No," JJ immediately said. "I want to stay until the end. I want to see this through."

"Are you sure?" Morgan asked.

"Yes," JJ said. Then she looked down at her watch. "Ah, guys. I should go if I want to get ready for dinner."

JJ walked back to her room and was once again bombarded with questions. But only from Laura and Samantha. Kelly and Taylor had been going through the clothes, trying to pick something for her to wear.

"He has seen me almost completely naked," JJ told them as they pulled out clothes after clothes. "I assure you, he's not going to care about what I am wearing!"

They eventually found the perfect dress. It wasn't too formal, which JJ was thankful for. It was a white dress, with spaghetti straps - it was the type of dress you would wear to the beach.

"You could most likely get away with this at a restaurant," Taylor explained to her as she sat JJ down on the bed and began to fix up her hair. She decided to do half up half down and hold it up in a clip.

As Taylor did her hair, Laura did her make-up but didn't do too much. She went light saying that she wanted to keep her looking as natural as possible.

When they were done, they had a little bit of time left before Chad would pick her up, so they turned on the TV and channel surfed, lying on the beds, and talking. It reminded JJ of her earlier years in high school.

At eight o'clock, the girls jumped of the bed excitedly and walked JJ down to the lobby of the hotel. He wasn't there. However, on the other side of the lobby, Emily was talking to three of the cheerleaders from another school about going out. Apparently, they were going to sneak out and not tell anyone. Emily yelled at them about how all of this was for there own safety, and then sent them to their rooms. When the three spotted JJ and the girls, they asked why they could go out.

"Because she cleared it with me first. And I have her cell number in case of an emergency," Emily spoke up. "Unlike you, she came to me and asked. Yes, I know it's unfair and "uncool" to ask an FBI agent permission to go out but that's the way it's got to be."

"She's not talking to you I hope," a voice said to JJ from right beside her. She turned and saw Chad with a grin on his face.

"Don't pop up like that," JJ told him, trying to hold back a smile.

"You look beautiful," he complemented her, as he took a step back to view her properly.

"Thank you," JJ said in response, with a small smile on her face. "You look quite handsome yourself." And in truth, he did. He was wearing jeans, and a black button down shirt, the first two buttons undone.

"Ready to go?" he asked sticking out his arm. JJ took his hand and walked down the stairs with him, turning to her friends. She muttered a goodbye as they waved back.

"So where are we going?" JJ asked Chad as they walked outside and towards his car.

"Oh just some place I know," he told her as he helped her into the car, to which JJ replied, "always the gentleman." That comment made him smile.

The drive was silent but not filled with an awkward silence. It was comfortable and that fact seemed to scare JJ just a little bit. She had only met him a few days ago, and yet, she was already comfortable around him.

They arrived a few minutes later at a small restaurant by the waters edge lit by candlelight.

"It's beautiful," JJ said as she stepped out of the car.

"Yeah it is," he replied looking out at the waters edge. "My mom and dad used to bring me here when I was little."

He took her arm and walked inside the restaurant, met by the owner personally. She introduced herself as Sandra, took them to their table on the balcony and told them if there was anything they needed, to come find her personally. They thanked her, and she left to get them a bottle of wine. She returned with it a few minutes later with the bottle. JJ was only supposed to be seventeen and was amazed they didn't ask for ID or anything.

Chad poured a glass for each of them, fixing JJ with a smirk as he sat down. They sat in silence, browsing the menus until a waiter appeared. He took their orders and menus, leaving with a small bow.

"Wow. It's great service here," JJ commented.

"It's only because they know me," Chad corrected. JJ sipped her wine. She knew she shouldn't have it, but she was on a date and if she didn't have any it would look suspicious. Plus she was on a date with a serial killers son. She needed something to calm her nerves. "So. Kate. Tell me something…"

JJ titled her head to the side slightly to indicate she was listening. He took a sip of his wine, catching her eye and holding their gaze. "You're not into this whole cheerleading thing. I take it you don't want to be a cheerleader when you're older. What do you want to do?"

JJ almost choked on her drink. "I'm sorry?" she asked, though she had heard what he said. She placed her wine glass down on the table, and turned her full attention to Chad.

"What I mean," he corrected himself trying to find the right way to put it. "You're really talented. A natural. Anyone can see that. But… and I don't want to offend you but I've studied you and can see you're not as into it as all the other girls." JJ raised an eyebrow. "Just an observation."

"Are you stalking me or something?" JJ asked, a small smile playing at her lips. Chad took a sip of his wine.

"How can I not watch such a beautiful woman like you perform stunts or dance like you do."

JJ had to hide a blush, and changed the subject. "So you want to know what I want to do when I'm older." JJ questioned. Chad nodded his head in response. "I… I hadn't really thought about it much," JJ admitted. "I mean. There are so many choices out there. I was thinking maybe something to do with law… a lawyer perhaps!"

"Do you know what I'd think you'd be good at?" he asked. She shook her head, happy to hear his opinion about it, and curious to know what it would be, after only knowing her for a few days. "FBI!"

JJ was shocked. Her jaw almost dropped open, but she physically held it closed so as not to raise suspicion. She just raised an eyebrow instead and hoped it looked convincing.

"Oh don't tell me you've never thought about it before." he said. JJ shook her head playing along. "Well I definitely think you'd be a natural! I can just see you running around with a gun shouting FBI!" JJ rolled her eyes at the comment. There was silence for a second and JJ took a sip of her wine, as did Chad.

"What about you?" JJ questioned curious to know what Chad wanted to do, and also to shift the focus away from herself.

"I've been thinking quite a bit about it this year and I haven't really made a definite decision. I mean, like you said there are so many options available."

"But there must be something your fond of or at least leaning towards," JJ interrupted.

"A doctor."

"Really?" JJ asked. He nodded his head to confirm what he had just said. "I think you'd make a good doctor."

"Thanks," Chad said smiling self consciously and looking down at the table. JJ decided to take the plunge, and start asking questions about Stacy.

"So what does your mom think about you being a doctor?"

Chad was stopped from answering by the arrival of their food. Chad and JJ were silent as they picked up their cutlery and started to eat, until Chad broke the silence.

"I don't know…" Chad admitted. "She's too busy with her cheerleading to care about what I want to do," he admitted. "She's like obsessed or something. So I haven't told her… She probably won't be too pleased though."

JJ swallowed her mouthful to comment. "A doctor's a respectable career. Why wouldn't she be pleased?"

"It's not cheerleading."

Oh yes, that about summed it all up, JJ thought to her self. She took another mouthful of her food when Chad started talking again. "I'm used to it. Mom's ignored me half of my life. So… I bet you're parents support you with whatever decision," Chad suddenly changed the subject.

"My mom's not around," JJ said shrugging it off, "and my dad… well, yeah. He supports me no matter what although I think he'd want me to be a lawyer like him."

"You said you wanted to be a lawyer," Chad pointed out.

"No. I said it was an option," JJ defended. Chad rolled his eyes. "Besides," JJ continued on. "It was influenced by my dad. If he wasn't a lawyer I doubt it would even be an option for me."

"Oh yes. Parent influence is the worst," Chad added. "My dad is probably worse then my mom. And you've met my mom, so tell me if it's possible to be worse than her!"

"I've met a couple of people," JJ admitted and while it was true, it was only a very small number of people.

"But she's up there in your top five," Chad added.

JJ decided not to rise to the bait, and instead picked up her cutlery that had been set down during the conversation, continuing to eat

JJ found herself very much enjoying dinner. The atmosphere was relaxing, being on a balcony lit by candles, with waves crashing onto the beach underneath her. The food was delicious. It was not only that… but the fact that she really enjoyed the company she was with. Truth be told, she had only known Chad for two or so days, but she felt so comfortable around him, like, she had known him her entire life. She felt she could tell him anything – which could get her killed – but of course, that was a worst case scenario. Unknown to JJ, Chad felt the same way.

After dinner, which Chad refused to let JJ pay for they went for a walk across the beach, hand in hand. JJ had had a glass or two of wine over dinner and so found herself starting to relax, while still alert. She was aware she had a boyfriend, but with Chad this felt so right, and, it wasn't like it was going to go further than this.

Chad was the perfect gentleman, and didn't try anything, except for holding JJ's hand along the beach. And as they were running up and down the beach, in and out of water, racing, the contact between the two was essential so they could keep up with one another.

JJ and Chad raced out of the water, and collapsed onto the beach, laughing. JJ had a huge grin on her face – she couldn't remember the last time she had been this happy and had this much fun.

The two lay next to one another not caring if the sand got in their hair. They turned to face one another. JJ, laying flat on the sand and Chad propped on his elbow.

"Kate…" Chad began slowly, looking deep into her eyes. JJ held contact with him. "I feel like I have known you for ever."

"I feel the same way," JJ told him. For once, she was able to tell someone the truth.

"I feel I can tell you anything. And while any man would find you attractive -" JJ blushed at this and Chad poked her in the ribs gently – "it's true. You're gorgeous. While any man would find you attractive… I… I don't want you to be my girlfriend."

"What?" JJ asked utterly confused by the last part of his statement. She had been mentally preparing herself for him to say "I love you."

"I… I would much rather be friends with you." He looked nervously away, over his shoulder and then back to JJ. "I'm gay."

There was silence and then he sighed. "There. I finally told someone." He stood up without so much as a word and walked away.

JJ took a second to comprehend what was being said. As soon as she did, she was up like a lighting bolt and racing across the beach to catch up with Chad.

"I'm glad you told me," she told him as she reached him. Both parties stopped walking around the beach. "And I don't care. I honestly don't. All that matters to me is that we're friends. And you can tell me these things."

"You don't care?" he asked suddenly.

"Should I?" JJ asked, almost rhetorically. "Why should I care? Everyone is allowed their own opinion on things. Everyone is allowed to be who they are and who they want to be. You know… so long as the law is abided by," she finished up lamely. Chad gave a small laugh, and ran his hand through his short blonde hair.

"Come on," JJ grabbed his hand. "We should be getting back. It's getting late."

The sky was pitch black, as was the beach, except for the moon's reflection on the water's surface. It was quite romantic, but JJ was getting tired. Too tired to enjoy it.

They arrived back at the hotel a little after one in the morning. Emily was waiting for them in the hotel lobby, and it was obvious she had been there for a while. She watched as Chad walked into the lobby, with JJ's arm over his shoulder, and he half carried a sleepy JJ into the hotel.

"Thanks," Emily said as soon as she saw Chad. "I've got her." She lifted JJ's arm from around Chad's shoulder, and draped it over her own. "How was it?" she directed the question to Chad. Emily was unsure as to whether or not JJ mentioned being FBI and asked him about looking around in Stacy's house. She didn't want to bring it up and cause a problem potentially ruining their undercover operation.

"It was a fabulous night," Chad told her with a smile on her face. "We had a great meal. Oh," he added suddenly remembering something, "thank you for letting Kate come out tonight." From the way Chad had talked about his night being fabulous, and mentioning Kate, Emily assumed JJ hadn't told him.

"I'm glad," Emily told him with a small smile. "But I really should get Kate into bed because we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Chad nodded his head in agreement. He leant down, kissed JJ on the head, and then walked out of the hotel, towards his car.

Emily needed to talk to JJ but it was clear she was exhausted. So, like before, Emily helped her friend to the elevator, and then into her room. She helped her walk across to her bed and then lay her down.

She got the blonde out of her dress with the help of Kelly who was still up, and then into pyjamas. By this stage JJ was completely dead to the world. Emily thanked Kelly for her help, before commanding her to get some sleep.

JJ was woken up at four am by morning sickness. She got out of bed quickly and sprinted towards the bathroom. Almost as soon as she was on the ground, kneeling in front of the toilet she began throwing up.

JJ was still sick an hour later when Kelly woke up. Once again, Kelly raced to her side and held her hair back as JJ threw up her dinner from the night before.

Emily arrived a little while later with Laura and Samantha by her side. After knocking on the door, they were let in by Kelly, to find JJ getting herself ready. Anyone could tell she was tired. Not to mention extremely pale.

"Sorry," JJ apologised. "I'll be one second."

"You ok?" Laura asked her walking over to the bed, putting her hand on JJ's to stop her from walking away, allowing her in the process to see just how pale JJ was. And just how tired she looked.

"Just a little tired," JJ told her distractedly pulling away and grabbing her things. "I'm ready," she announced. "Let's go."

Emily led them out of the hotel and to the awaiting SVU, which she unlocked, allowing all the girls to get in. Samantha sat in the front passenger seat next to Emily; Laura sat in the back on the right, Kelly in the middle and JJ next to Kelly, on the left hand side. The window was rolled down, fresh air washing over her face. She was still feeling extremely ill, and was now regretting having the wine last night over dinner.

After just ten minutes into the day's work, JJ quickly ran away from everyone else, to the shade of a tree, got down onto her knees, and threw up. All the girls at once, started complaining and making noises but Heather raced over to JJ.

JJ wiped her mouth and slowly sat down, under the tree, facing Heather. Heather handed JJ her drink bottle and got her to take small sips.

"You've been pushing yourself too far," she said in a small voice, "you've probably juts got sun stroke, and are dehydrated. I'll take you to Stacy's office, where you can lie down for a little while."

Heather helped JJ up and walked with her to Stacy's office. She knocked on the door, but got no answer. She pushed it open anyway, and helped JJ inside, and towards the couch. JJ lay down, grateful to be inside.

"I'll ask someone to sit in with you, and to make sure you're okay," Heather said, a small hesitant smile on her face as she left the room.

JJ looked up at the ceiling and sighed. She really felt sick now, and knew she couldn't do her job, but, at the same time, she knew that she had to.

There was a small knock at the door, and JJ turned her head to face the door, just as it opened and Emily stuck her head in.

"By someone I didn't think she meant FBI," JJ said weakly.

"I was the first person she ran into," Emily countered, walking over and sitting down on the edge of the couch.

"I'm fine," JJ answered Emily's unspoken question.

"No your not," Emily pointed out, "Your tired, pale, sweaty, been throwing up."

"So… Just a bad day for morning sickness," JJ informed her friend. She grasped her hand. "Em… really… I am fine."

"I'll assess that in an hour," Emily told her, squeezing her hand gently.

The two sat in silence for a minute. "So how was last night?"

"It was amazing. We had dinner, then went down to the beach… we talked for ages."

"I assume you didn't tell Chad?" Emily asked.

"No… We sort of talked about other things. He's got big secrets and dreams that he's keeping from his mother; he despises her, and her cheerleading 'obsession.' I think he would turn and be able to search the house for us."

"Great," Emily said standing up, "I'll call Hotch. Be back in a minute."