Disclaimer: I own nothing.
This also contains an invented case, so apologies if it doesn't quite meet the standard of Criminal Minds, or is profiled wrong.
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Henry Jareau is spending the week with his grandparents in Pennsylvania, and so when a case comes up in Malibu, Agent Jennifer Jareau accompanies the BAU team there.
Six couples have died in the space of 18 months. The males were all older men, and the females were all upper class call girls, young and blonde. The latest two victims had been killed three days ago, and dumped in the same manner as the other five couples: the males dressed impeccably in designer suits, and the females stripped naked, both showing signs of assault. All victims were found poolside at a different hotel, tied together, placed carefully so they were positioned back to back. Witness statements placed the couples at that same hotel bar just hours earlier.
After two days in Malibu, the team has gathered enough information to generate a profile. They suggest there is not one, but two UnSubs, most likely connected by an event special to them both, involving an older man and younger blonde woman. A father that had an affair perhaps.
Two days later, as the case stalls, and they are no closer to finding their UnSubs, Hotch approves a trap to see if they can draw the UnSubs to them. From the witness statements, they'd deduced that the older men had come onto the women, flirting and chatting, before they left together. It wasn't sure where they went, but a witness had placed couple number three heading into the elevator.
Reid and Garcia had managed to find a geographical pattern between the hotels, and predicted the next most likely hotel for the UnSubs to strike. Banking on the fact that the UnSubs would be excited about the increased media coverage and thus would kill again sooner rather than later, they set up the trap for that night at Hotel Paradiso.
JJ would take on the young blonde call girl role, and to her relief the 'older man' will be David Rossi.
Agent Jareau is decked out in a cobalt blue v-neck short dress with short sleeves, accompanied by a set of high heels. Her hair is styled, and tasteful makeup applied. Agent Rossi opts for blank pants and a black long sleeve shirt buttoned shirt, top two unbuttoned.
By 9pm that night Morgan was situated in the bar, Reid was situated in the hotel hall, and Hotch was in the tech van watching the security cameras. Undercover police officers were placed here and there to provide assistance if required.
9pm that night also finds Rossi is seated at the bar with a scotch in hand as JJ enters the room. Sultry look on her face, she saunters over to the bar, hips swaying from side to side.
Leaning over the bar, she catches the barman's attention and orders a white wine spritzer. Keeping in character, Rossi puts her drink on his tab and gives her an appreciative look-over from head to toe.
Pretending to giggle and admonish him for his behaviour, JJ shifts in Rossi's direction as he turns in his stool chair.
As JJ steps in closer to Rossi's body, continuing a stream of pointless conversation, Rossi's hands start to wander. Running his hands down her back, he lets them slip as low as he dares. JJ laughs and rests her hands on his shoulders, stepping in between his legs. This allows Rossi's hands to drop even lower and cover her ass, pulling her fully flush against his body.
JJ picks up Rossi's scotch and is giving him a sip when they both feel the vibration from Rossi's pocket.
JJ and Rossi are without earpieces, as they cannot risk them being seen, but Rossi has a cell phone in his pocket that has been programmed to vibrate when Hotch has identified a potential suspect.
As JJ puts the scotch on the bar again, she grins at the man in front of her. 'Is that your phone or are you just happy to see me?'
Rossi groans as he kisses a sensitive spot under her ear. 'That was pathetic,' he whispered.
'I couldn't help myself!'
When a man approaches them soon after, he leers at JJ and makes a comment to Rossi about sharing her. Flipping JJ back against him, he pulls her close. 'Sorry, mate. She's mine. Find your own.'
As the man leaves, Rossi leans down to whisper in her ear 'Not him.'
Nodding imperceptibly, JJ turns back around to play with the collar of Rossi's shirt again.
Feeling the vibration of Rossi's phone once again, and the sudden tight grip of his hands on her, JJ ups the stakes. Giggling, she leans down to kiss Rossi, her dress riding up – not quite enough to flash her knickers, but enough for the UnSub to see Rossi's possessive hands on her backside.
'Quite a show you're giving off there lovey,' was the smooth introduction from a slightly creepy, but fairly handsome, man. 'She yours?'
Rossi smirked. 'In a manner of speaking.'
'Ah, so not the wife.'
'Not the wife,' he agreed as JJ stood beside him, plastic grin plastered on her face as she runs her hand through Rossi's hair.
'Let you on in a little secret, room 321 is what you need,' said the UnSub. 'Big screen tvs, mirrors in strategic places, and best of all a discrete concierge. What more could you ask for mate?'
'Where do I sign up?' said Rossi with a leer at the woman next to him.
'Just head on upstairs. It's my gift to you!' he said with a parting wink.
It's time to get this show on the road.
Waiting a few minutes before standing up from his chair, Rossi pulls JJ toward him, as she wraps herself around his body like a giddy schoolgirl. Leaving the bar, and passing Reid in the hall with a slight nod, they head down the hall to the elevator.
Stepping in, the elevator man asked which level they would like. JJ has her arms wound around Rossi's neck as he hands ride low on her back. 'Whichever floor Room 321 is on, that's what we want. Isn't that right bunny?'
'Oh yes kitten!'
Their kiss is interrupted by the elevator man drawing a gun and pressing the parking level button. 'Don't do anything funny. You're coming with me.'
Cursing inwardly, Rossi pushes JJ behind him, as he turned to what was clearly one of their UnSubs. They hadn't seen this coming, and damnit he was unarmed.
When they hit the parking level and the lift door opens, the elevator man keeps his eye on his planned victims as his calls for his partner. 'Yo Tay.'
Hearing no response, he turned his head and is greeted by the sight of Hotch, Morgan, Reid and a dozen other officers with their guns levelled on him.
Spotting his partner in cuffs, he doesn't know what to do. Pointing his gun in random directions, he freaks out when he hears Hotch's voice. 'Put down the gun. I don't want to shoot you.'
Dropping the gun, he tries to close the elevator but is shocked when Rossi steps forward to grab his arms, preventing any further movement. Spotting the blonde lady pick up his discarded gun and point it in his direction, Clarke de la Luca hung his head in defeat.
JJ stands in her killer high heels in the parking garage, waiting for the team to finish up. Finishing his conversation with Hotch, Rossi makes his way over to JJ, running a hand up her arm. 'Ready?'
'Yep. Let's go. The faster I get out of these shoes the better!' Laughing out loud, Rossi starts the car as they head back to the station.
It is revealed that the UnSubs are half brothers: Clarke de la Luca hated his father for not acknowledging his existence, and Taylor Gibbons hated that same man for leaving his mother for a younger, blonde woman.
Flying back home on the plane that night, Rossi takes a seat next to JJ, as everyone immerses themselves in their various activities: Hotch talking to his family, Morgan eyes closed as he listens to his music, and Reid with his nose in a book.
Turning her face to him with a grin, JJ says 'Don't you ever call me bunny again. I felt like I had the IQ level of a five year old.'
'Whatever you say kitten!' was his response as he leaned back on his chair, anticipating the punch that came soon after from the feiry woman seated next to him.