"I've been watching you for a while." A voice announced behind Emily. She was sitting at a table on the other side of the bar, away from the exit. Emily knew her team was nearby, ready to help if need be, but she couldn't help the small shiver that went down her spine as the low voice whispered in her ear.

"Such a pretty woman, yet you are here all alone?" The woman asked, now standing in front of Emily's table.

"Yep. My girlfriend and I just broke up, so that leaves me here, drinking away my sorrows." Emily answered, using key words to draw in their unsub, yet her statement was not far from the truth. Something struck her as odd though, their unsub was supposed to be male, yet this woman rubbed her the wrong way. The team hadn't ruled out a partner, but what was the stressor toward lesbian couples, if one of the unsubs was a woman?

"That's too bad sugarcakes. I would not leave you." She stressed the "I", definitely showing her interest. "I'm Natalie, Nat for short," reaching out her hand toward Emily.

"I'm Emily, Emily Jareau." Emily briefly shook the woman's hand, but kept eye contact longer than necessary. JJ was at a nearby table, ready to either collapse, cry, or punch a wall. Probably all three, if she was being truthful. "She is just playing her part," was JJ's new mantra to get her through the night.

It was the only the second night undercover, yet here was a small glimmer of hope the case would be over soon. As Rossi was watching Emily through the security cameras, he was trying to piece together how a woman would fit into the profile, seeing that this "Natalie" was odd to him as well. Reid was the first to pipe up in the surveillance van sharing statistics on families that throw out young kids for their sexuality; maybe their girl was taking out her anger on those who could be happy being lesbian, while she was forced to repress who she was.

JJ was listening to both Emily's and Reid's conversations through her ear piece and suddenly felt a wave of emotions crash into her. "Remain professional Jayje" she repeated after gathering her thoughts. She knew from personal experience what Natalie was going through if Reid's hypothesis was correct, but seeing as it was him, it was probably going to be right. JJ checked out Natalie more thoroughly this time, taking in her entire appearance.

Natalie was around two inches taller than Emily, but that could also be from her black thigh-high "f- me boots". Her dark blue skinny jeans fit so snug around her ass they appeared to almost be leggings. The part of her stomach that showed was tan, and while she did not have the amazing abs that Emily did, she was still in obvious good shape. Her white lace crop top complemented her tan, muscular arms and blonde locks. Light green eyeshadow balanced out her deep brown eyes, but JJ could guess her Jewish heritage from the Star of David hanging around her slender neck. In short, Natalie was gorgeous.

Emily chanced a glance toward JJ, nervous on her reaction by using Jareau as her last name. JJ seemed to be ok, but Em knew something was off again, reaching further than just how off Nat was. "So, what brings you here?" Emily asked, carrying on the conversation.

"Well, I was looking for a hot dance partner, and fate brought me to you. You look like you could use some cheering up. And I can help in more ways than one" Natalie added slyly with a wink. "Care to join me on the floor?"

Emily reluctantly smiled, but firmly grasped Nat's hand, allowing her to lead the way. The music in the club was blaring, but the women quickly got used to it. Staying in character, Emily turned around and started grinding on Nat's front, wrapping her hands in the taller woman's hair. If she was being truthful, she was having a good time, minus the fact that she was dancing with a potential serial killer. They danced for another 4 songs until a drink break was needed. Both women walked arm in arm to the bar and finally waved over the bartender. Still being on duty, Emily had to remain alcohol free, so she ordered a soda, claiming to feel a bit tipsy. After receiving their drinks, Emily got slightly distracted by a bar fight not too far away from where she and Nat were sitting. Still deaf from the blasting music, it was hard to hear out of her ear piece, so when Emily took a large gulp of her diet coke, she never heard JJ yell Nat had drugged it.

Feeling refreshed from the quick break, Natalie suggested they head back to the dance floor, but Emily was being hit by waves of nausea.

"Are you ok?" Emily heard Nat's voice, but it sounded far away, and her facial features were starting to blur.

"Not really, can you help me to the bathroom? Something feels off." Emily started leaning her body weight onto Natalie, but by the time they hit the back hallway, Natalie was practically dragging her body.

Emily was fading in and out of consciousness. The last thing she could piece together was that she had definitely been drugged, and it was working VERY quickly.