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"I can't go any further than this. I want you so bad it's my only wish." Black Eyed Peas, Meet Me Halfway.

Jennifer Jareau's Apartment: Early hours of Saturday morning.

Agent Jennifer Jareau walked into her living room and flopped onto the couch with a sigh. It had been a long day working for the BAU and she was relieved to be home, finally. She yawned as her body slowly relaxed into the comfortable setting, her eyes drooping from exhaustion. The jet flight home from their last case had seemed never ending and it was well past any normal bedtime hour.

"You'll regret that!" Amy sang out looking down at the blonde with a cheeky grin, "You always do!"

JJ visibly jumped and placed her hand on her heart, "Jesus Amy! I was just resting my eyes."

The skinny woman with dirty blonde hair rolled her piercing blue eyes, "Yeah, yeah. You said that last time and the next morning you walked into Quantico looking like you'd been fucked all night."

JJ let out a small sigh, "I wish!" she muttered under her breath.

"You would if you made the effort. Got out there rather than hiding here all the time," Amy flopped down into the couch next to her. "I hate seeing my baby sister lonely. So the job's a little gruesome and the hours..."

"As if anyone would want someone like me Ams," JJ huffed, "And that is something I got used to a long time ago. This job is like throwing a stink bomb into the dating world."

"Pen will help you get your mojo on," Amy smiled with a soft, caring look, "You have a rare weekend off. Why don't you head out to a bar, relax, have some drinks, play some darts and see what happens?"

"If I do that, will you stop calling me cat lady?" JJ looked at her older sister with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," Amy nodded before breaking out into her cheeky grin again, "I'll just think of something else."

The liaison growled, grabbing a pillow and moving to hit her sister with it, but she was gone.

Bar 5.0 – Washington DC – Saturday Night.

JJ looked around the bar Garcia had taken her to. It looked like any other she'd been in with the lights, smell and atmosphere. However, it had more of a rock vibe to it; guitars, black leather sitting areas. Perhaps a little too empty of the actual type of person she was looking for.

"I have a Harley but I'd much prefer you between my thighs," Amy leant on the table using a creepy deep voice.

"It's not that bad!" JJ chuckled watching as a bearded man in biker leathers walked past, "Oh shut up!"

"Well at least the violent part of your job won't be too much for most of these people," Amy looked around, "I feel like I'm an extra on Sons of Anarchy. Hey, tell them you own a Glock and you'll be pinned against the back alley with your dress around your waist in seconds."

JJ opened her mouth to make a rebuttal when a creamy coloured drink was slid in front of her.

"One bushwacker," Garcia grinned mischievously sipping her own bright pink cocktail, "Thought I'd maintain the theme of the evening my gorgeous," she winked.

"I think it's better if you find someone who doesn't need any bushes wacked," Amy laughed pulling a face, "Only a clear path or some nicely trimmed foliage next to the entry way."

"Pen, not that I'm questioning your omnipotence and omniscience but this place?" JJ swept her hand around the room.

"Totally questioning!" Amy laughed.

"It picks up Jayje, trust me," Pen grinned, "We got here a little early. I thought it was best you have a few drinks before the fun begins."

"Everybody! Shot, shot, shot, shot," Amy started singing playfully, "Shot, shot. Jenny look!" Amy pointed.

JJ turned just at that moment to see the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen walking into the bar. She didn't walk but seemed to glide into the room. Her black tight jeans showed off her long toned legs. Her maroon top revealed the perfect amount of her cleavage. Her body was incredible, correct ratio of curves to muscle. Her long dark hair contrasted against her pale skin. Her dark brooding eyes were warm yet filled with mystery. "Woah!"

"Woah?!" Garcia looked around excitedly seeing her best friend get lost in her own world, "Who, woah? Jayje?"

"Amy," JJ breathed out. She had to know who that woman was. There was no if or what about it, she had to know.

"On it," Amy hurried off after the woman that had had such a huge impact on her sister.

"Amy?" Garcia frowned in confusion, "You know someone here Pumpkin?"

The blonde sighed when she saw Amy turn and shake her head with a shrug. The woman she'd seen gone. "No, sorry...So when does this night begin?" She smiled, ignoring the pang her heart felt as she took another sip of her drink.

BAU Headquarters- FBI Quantico – Morning.

JJ sipped her coffee as she walked into the conference room. They had been called in for a case by Hotch. It hadn't gone through her this time; that always spelt...

"Hey trouble!" Amy grinned from the end of the conference room table.

"Really?!" the blonde raised an eyebrow at her, "At my work?"

"Well I couldn't see you at home cause you kicked me out," Amy flipped open the case file in front of her from the ones that were laid out ready.

"I banished you," JJ ran forward, "And stop that," she closed the file.

Amy looked over at her sister closely, "Look about this girl, you've been touchy ever since..."

"I'm not touchy!" JJ huffed, "You're at my work Amy. We had a deal about that. You promised..."

"Talking to yourself as usual Princess," Morgan chuckled as he entered the room. "What the...?!" He stood stunned as he watched the case file at the end of the table open by itself. "God I really need to lay off the late nights," he rubbed his eyes shrugging off the insanity of the moment. He frowned at the blonde who was staring at the picture of their latest victim from the open case file.

"Emily Prentiss," Rossi seeing what JJ was looking at, "Kidnapped, tortured, sexually assaulted and then left in a park in..."

"Washington DC," the blonde whispered out.