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A/N: This was partly inspired by a song of Pink's new album Funhouse called "Bad Influence". We hope you like it…It'll have a total of three parts. :)

Part One

"Alright sir...
Sure I'll have another one its early
Three olives, shake it up, I like it dirty
Tequila for my friend it makes her flirty--Trust me"

For the little dive of a bar that it was, Ray's was completely packed and it was only 8:15. Live music played loudly from the small stage, and JJ, Penelope, and Emily could hear the sounds of people having the time of their lives from where they were, getting out of the car almost an entire two blocks away. Henry was staying the night with Will at his apartment across town, and even though she and Will were no longer together, JJ suddenly wished she still had someone so she wouldn't be thrust back into the horrors of the dating game again.

"Guys, I'm not so sure about this..." JJ started suddenly, stopping in front of a store two doors down from the bar. Garcia and Emily had all but forced her into her tightest pair of skinny jeans, highest pair of black heels, and one of Emily's shimmery black tank tops--the look being completed by smokey eye make up and teased large curls in her hair.

"Jayje" Emily sighed, shifting from foot to foot in the red heels she was wearing, "We've talked about this. You can do this, you need to do this."

"Yeah Gorgeous" Garcia added as she reached out and grabbed her blonde friend's hand, "You and Will have been toast for three months now, you're finally back at work with us, and now it's time to go out and enjoy yourself with the world again. Drink a little, flirt a little, get a few numbers. You know...have a littlefun."

"Okay" JJ conceded, "But onlyonedrink, and nothing stronger than a beer. I still have to pick up Henry at seven in the morning. Will has the early shift tomorrow."

"Change that beer to a margarita and you've got yourself a deal, baby cakes" Garcia added as the three women navigated through the dozen or so people standing outside the bar--most of them smoking or on the phone.

"Fine, but only one Pen. Just one. No persuading the bartender to add more shots to it either."

"You're taking all the fun out of Jayje..." Garcia said grudgingly, "But fine. I won't use my God given gifts to persuade the bartender to add a few extra shots of Tequila to your drink. Scout's honor."

"Promise?"

"She promises." Emily interrupted with a sigh, she was almost ready to just push her friend inside the door if she didn't move soon. "Now lets go in. It's freezing out here in this short sleeved shirt!"

"Hey Hotch, you up for a drink?" Morgan asked on his way out of the bullpen. Rossi, Hotch, and himself had all elected to stay and finish their paperwork before the weekend started, while the others decided to neglect theirs until Monday morning.

"Thank you for the offer, but I have a lot of work to finish up on." Hotch attempted to avoid the outing with the other members of the team.

"Come on, man. It's not like you aren't already years ahead on the paperwork." Morgan pointed out, Hotch's grim smile the only confirmation that he needed that his assumption was correct.

"Yeah, Hotch. Let's go, you need to loosen up." Rossi agreed, ever since he had come back from retirement, he had been semi surprised to see what a workaholic Aaron Hotchner had become.

"I do not need to loosen up." Hotch insisted, to the raised eyebrows of his colleagues.

"Hotch, you are here on a Friday night when even Reid has a date. I'd say that's saying something." Morgan pointed out.

"Fine. But just one drink."

"So..." Garcia said, smiling wickedly at the gorgeous bartender waiting to take her drink order, "What's the largest size of Margarita you've got handsome?"

"Well we've got one that most people buy for two or more people to share, why? Bad day?"

"Nothing I can't handle. So I'll take one of those mega margarita's, whatever's on tap, and an apple martini. Put as much tequila in the margarita as you want, just make sure you can't taste all the extra." Garcia winked, "I've got this friend who needs to loosen up a bit, and tequila usually does the job, trust me." Penelope Garcia knew how to play this game, it wasn't JJ's fault that she didn't. JJ had agreed to one margarita, but lucky for Penelope Garcia, she had never said what size margarita that 'one' she had, had to be.

Walking back to the table ten minutes later, she had to smirk at the size JJ's eyes became when she noticed the over sized tequila based drink. "Garcia! What is this?" she demanded, "This thing probably has enough tequila to make us all a little flirty tonight. I knew I should've told you what size my one drink had to be."

"Oh hush, and drink up sugar. Thanks to me and my assetseach and everyone of these drinks were free tonight. Scott the bartender will be happy to refill your drinks at any time, just tell him you're with me." Garcia sassed as she sipped her apple martini. "Where's Em?"

Pointing to the dance floor, JJ almost had to gag at the amount of grinding that was going on between her brunette friend and a red headed guy she'd just met. "She's out there getting lucky." she quipped before daring a taste of her monstrous drink, surprised to find she couldn't taste the tequila hardly at all.

"Aw look! My little profiler baby is all grown up!" Garcia said affectionately. "Now, tell me little Mama. Why are you fighting this so much tonight?"

"Because I have had my share of stupid men for the year and I don't need to get picked up in some bar so that I can complicate my life further." JJ groaned, slumping down into her chair. "I am sick of men!"

"Correction, you are sick of Will, not all men." Garcia stated, trying to ignore the glare that the blonde shot at her. "Look, you and Will gave it your best shot, and it didn't work. No one blames you for that. But, now that has been out of the picture for a while, its time that you got on with your life. Jayje, we want you to be happy." She said quietly, trying to get her friend to understand as JJ took a sip of the margarita of massive proportions.

"Its hard, I don't have time to date, and then its like dirt in the face that he is already in a new relationship. I don't understand why he can juggle a career, Henry, and a dating life and I can't." JJ said, laughing a little at her own admission. "I mean, I am trying my best, but I don't have time for men. I just don't. Maybe I work too much, or maybe I am just lazy..." JJ began before being cut off by Garcia.

"No senorita, we are not playing the whole self depreciating game right now. First, Will has Henry on the weekends...Two stinking days a week. It isn't exactly hard to be there for your kid when you are doing it part time. Second, you work for the busiest unit in the entire FBI, of course you are stretched for time! What I am trying to tell you is that I want you to get back on the horse...and if that doesn't work buy a puppy."

"OH MY GOD" JJ gasped, trying to suddenly make herself blend in with the floor, "No, this is not happening. Please say this isn't happening."

"Okay, so no puppy. Go it! Geez, baby girl what's the deal with you and puppy's all the sudden?" Garcia asked, oblivious to the three men who had just walked up to the bar.

"No it's not about the puppy!" JJ yelled over the music, "Just...look over at the bar and tell me if you see anybody you know."

"I'll do you one better, Jayje, I need a refill so I'll just head on over and let you know what I find." Garcia spouted as she stood up from her chair, and headed towards the bar before JJ could get another word in.

"Hey! Where's Garcia going?" Emily asked, a little out of breath as she approached the tiny table, "This mine?"

"Yea. She umm...went to get a refill. Look, I'm going to the bathroom. Be right back." JJ said quickly, grabbing her wallet and wobbling off towards the crowded bathroom stalls. Normally, she avoided public bathrooms whenever possible, but tonight she was going to make an exception because maybe, just maybe there would be a way that she could sneak out of this bar and into a cab on her way home. If not, she was sure she'd never live this down as long as she lived.

Locking herself in one of the germ contaminated stalls, she dialed for an operator. "Hi, I need you to connect me to the nearest Cab Company to Ray's, the bar on fourteenth."

"Alright, one moment please..." The operator said cheerfully.

"Thanks." JJ waited for a moment until a gruff voice came on the line.

"Ricks Family cab service, what can I do for you." The man asked in his low voice.

"I need a cab, I am at Fourteenth and Maddison..." JJ whispered before she was startled by Emily pounding on the stall door.

"Jennifer Catherine! You get out here this second or I am taking out my gun!" Emily threatened, although both women knew there was no place that Emily could be hiding her gun in that dress.

"Ms...." The man from the taxi company shouted after JJ stopped giving directions.

"One second!" She hissed into the receiver, "Uh....Emily, I feel sick. I think I need to go home and get some rest."

"And you need to wash your hair too, right?" Emily shot back, not believing a word of the blonde's excuse. "Hang up the phone and get out here or I will call Garcia."

"Fine!" JJ huffed, getting back on the phone. "Sorry, looks like a misunderstanding. Thanks for your help." She said hanging up the phone and exiting the stall to find a very pissed off Emily Prentiss.

"JJ..." Emily sighed almost angrily, "What's the deal? I thought you were at least having a little fun."

"I was, honestly, I was. But then Morgan showed up with Dave and Hotch...they cannot see me like this!" JJ all but shouted fearfully. Morgan seeing her like this was one thing, but Hotch and Dave seeing her in a barely there tank top and even tighter jeans was definitely something completely different.

"Morgan managed to get Hotch and Dave to come here?"Emily asked incredulously, "Damn, that means I owe him dinner tomorrow night."

"I'm sorry, but that just sounded like you knew there was a chance our bosses were going to show up tonight." JJ said, her anger rising. Had Emily and Garcia planned this with Morgan?

"We just made the bet this afternoon that if he could get Hotch and Dave here for a drink at any point this weekend I'd make him dinner, not necessarily tonight. BUT Jayje, think about it...You're here, Hotch is here..." she answered trailing off a little as her mind played out the scenario in her head, "And you do have that fairly large crush on our boss..."

"Em, the problem is he is our BOSS. He's not just some other agent, he's my boss. You know that the bureau has rules about that just like I do." JJ reasoned nervously. "Strauss has all but drilled them into our heads."

"So? Who cares what Strauss says? She's scared of Dave, and my bet is that he'd go to bat for anyone in our office just to tick her off. Or if it's because he's our boss, what about going for Morgan, or even Dave himself?" Emily suggested, knowing the blonde had no attraction towards the other two profilers.

"Ew." JJ said, scoffing at Emily's suggestion.

"What, it's not like Morgan or Dave are unattractive men, you just said yourself that you couldn't date him because he's our boss." Emily pointed out.

"Yeah, but did you see him with his tie and jacket gone and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows..."JJ moaned slightly at the memory.

"Well, you know that if you don't make a move that some other girl here tonight will. I'd put money on it." Emily encouraged her friend. Truthfully, she couldn't wait to get Hotch paired off with someone, his critical review of all of her paperwork the day after she turned it in was getting a little annoying.

"You, Morgan, and Garcia will bet on anything if you thought you could win." JJ added, but her resolve was breaking. A relaxed Aaron Hotchner was almost hotter than how he was at work.

"How about this? The rest of us will give you guys space--you sit next to him, challenge him to darts and stuff. If nothing happens tonight, I will never drag you out to another bar when you don't want to go." Emily proposed, grinning inwardly as she knew she would be on the winning side of this bet. "If you lose, you have to go on a double date with me and Morgan." Emily smiled wickedly, pondering how much fun it would be to analyze Aaron Hotchner's dating style with her muscular friend. "Oh! And Garcia gets to bring Kevin--we'd hate to leave her out of such a good entertainment opportunity."

"Fine." JJ sighed. She would later blame the alcohol and knowing there would be no way out of this once Emily Prentiss put her mind to it that led to her rapid acceptance. "But Garcia can't drag me out either."

"I'll go to bat for you on that one, but I'm not making any promises." Emily laughed, "Now let's get back out there." She commanded.

Walking out of the grimy bathroom, JJ immediately saw her friends seated at a large table. "You'll never guess who I just found." Garcia said excitedly as JJ scooted in to sit next to Hotch.

Hotch couldn't help himself from sizing up the blonde to his side. Her black tank top seemed to fit her perfectly, accentuating each of her curves in a soft manner and her smokey eye makeup seemed to make her blue eyes pop in a way he hadn't seen them shine in a while. She looked amazing, and for the first time since he agreed to this drink, he was glad he came.

"Think that margarita's big enough, JJ?" Morgan asked chuckling slightly from across the table.

"Blame Garcia." JJ answered, a little embarrassed at her drink of epic proportions. "I agreed to onedrink, and she brings me this claiming that I never said what size the drink had to be."

"Well you were about to bolt on us, baby cakes. I had to get you to relax somehow." Garcia defended, not missing how a certain Unit Chief's arm had found it's way to the back of JJ's chair.

"Oh Pen..." JJ said laughing a little as she shook her head at the situation, "I think one normalmargarita could have accomplished that task, I really didn't need on the size of the Potomac."

"Jayje, I want you smashed. One tiny margarita would not do the trick." Garcia explained.

"Why do want me smashed? Just plain wasted wouldn't be enough?" JJ teased, taking a sip of the monstrosity.

"Precisely." Garcia said with a wicked grin. Emily was starting to get impatient, didn't Garcia realize that JJ needed to actually talk to Hotch tonight if they were going to get together? She decided to take matters into her own hands.

"Guys, look! Darts. JJ, you love darts. I bet you couldn't beat Hotch though, I mean, he has really good aim." Emily said in an obvious attempt to get JJ and Hotch alone.

JJ just laughed and shook her head. She then turned to Hotch, "Do you want to play? It'd give me a chance to prove Emily wrong. Which I love doing."

"But you wouldn't. I would win." Hotch teased, the alcohol in his system allowing the words to flow freely. "Yeah, lets go." He said, grabbing their drinks and nudging her forward to the dart board. JJ could feel the nervousness rise inside of her, she wasn't usually alone with Hotch. She took a giant gulp of her large drink while he went to find the darts.

"Ladies first." Hotch said, handing JJ the darts. She got her solid footing, extended her arm, and threw, watching as the dart flew into the dead center.

"Bullseye!" She shouted gleefully, thrusting her arms in the air. "Still sure you're going to win?" She taunted, as Hotch laughed.

"You're tighter competition than I thought you'd be, but I think I still might pull it off." Hotch said confidently. Tossing the dart he managed to have his land right next to JJ's in the bullseye.

"Well, well. Looks like someone's been practicing." She said, smirking as she went to retrieve the darts from the board.

"Practicing? No, this is all natural ability." he teased, "Your turn."

At the end of the dart game, JJ had narrowly beat the Unit Chief that seemed to have expert marksmanship. Rather than celebrating loudly and allowing herself to down the larger margarita Garcia had ordered for her, JJ said casually to Hotch "You know, it's really loud in here, would you like to get some coffee?"

"What about the others?" Hotch asked, the idea of getting to spend a night alone with Jennifer Jareau sounding very appealing.

"They'll figure it out." JJ said with a smile.

"So, JJ, about that bet..." Emily said smirking as she shut the door to JJ's office behind her the following Monday morning.

"I guess we all have to go out for dinner." JJ said, blushing slightly as the brunette squealed with joy.

"Yay! Jayje, I'm so happy for you both!" Emily said, smiling as she hugged her friend. "Okay Saturday night at The Olive Branch. Morgan and I are meeting Garcia and Kevin there at seven unless we get stuck on a case."

"We'll see you there." JJ added as she watched her friend exit her office and hurry towards the direction of Garcia's. So much for keeping this quiet...