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G-Man and Danger	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 5263 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-G-Man and Danger
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Chapter 11
- 12-Chapter 12
- 13-Chapter 13
- 14-Chapter 14
- 15-Chapter 15
- 16-Chapter 16
- 17-Chapter 17
- 18-Chapter 18
- 19-Chapter 19
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Hotch stared around the crowded bar. He wasn't sure what he was doing here and he wasn't sure where he was headed, but for the moment he was HERE and all he really wanted was a place to sit and a drink. Looking around, his expert eyes told him that there was very little chance of finding a seat in the crowded room. He was just about to leave, when he heard a scrapping noise and felt a chair hit the back of his legs.
"Sit here if you want." a voice said, "It gets pretty crowded in here this time of day."
Special Agent Aaron Hotchner glanced down at the speaker. She was tiny with bleached blonde hair, spiked in a punk rock style. She was dressed in a white wife-beater and khaki shorts. The foot that had pushed out the chair was bare and a little dirty.
'Local, late 20's' Hotch thought, as he took a seat across from her. "Thanks." he muttered.
"Don't worry about it." she said. "We can't have G-men just standing around the bar. It makes the place look bad."
Hotch stared at her, she hadn't lifted her eyes from the laptop she was rapidly typing on.
"What did you call me?" he asked. She stopped typing and closed the laptop, staring directly at Hotch. He could see now that she was older then he originally thought, closer to his own age, 41. Laugh lines danced around her crystal blue eyes.
"G-man." she said leaning forward and whispering. "You know, FBI?"
Hotch reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out his I.D. folder, laying it on the table. "Am I that obvious?" he asked.
She leaned further forward and looked at his I.D. "Well, Special Agent Hotchner," she said slowly, "The suit kinda stands out a little. I figured FBI or Insurance and you didn't look greedy enough for Insurance." She glanced at his I.D. again, "Quantico. Wow, that's really big time."
A waitress had approached the table. "Who's the hotty, Jazzy?"
"His name is Hotch. Other then that I don't know anything."
"Dang Jazzy" the waitress quipped. "He's been sitting here for two whole minutes and all you know is his name? You're slipping."
"Sorry Crystal. I haven't hit him with the third degree yet. Say Crystal?" the blonde asked, "Were you planning on asking him if he wants a drink?"
"Jack on the rocks" Hotch said quickly, "anything for you?" he asked the women sitting across from him.
"Same." she said, staring at him with those piercing blue eyes.
Crystal rolled her eyes at Jazzy and heady off toward the bar.
Hotch's table companion turned and smile at him, "So, what were you saying?"
The FBI Agent smiled back, but Jazzy noticed the smile didn't seem to reach his eyes. "I wasn't saying anything." he said, "So I take it you come here a lot?"
Jazzy blushed a little, "Now what would make you think that?" she teased.
The waitress returned and set down their drinks without comment. Hotch took a sip off his Jack. "Oh. I don't know. It must be the profiler in me. I notice certain things. So what's your name?" he asked.
Jazzy sipped her drink and shook her head at him, "Now Agent, I thought you noticed things?"
"Well she called you Jazzy. But I meant your real name."
Jazzy shook her head and laughed. "That is my REAL name." She held out her hand, "Jazzy D. Jones, at your service."
Now it was Hotch's turn to chuckle. "Okay. If you say so. What does the 'D' stand for?" he asked.
"Danger."
"Your middle name is Danger?" Hotch asked incredulously.
"Yep." Jazzy said. "Now what kind of profiler are you if you can't tell when someone is telling you the truth?" she chided.
"Okay." Hotch said, "Let me get this straight. Your last name is Jones. Your middle name is Danger. And your first name is Jazzy?"
"Jasmine." she said.
Hotch raised his eyebrows in question.
"My first name is Jasmine. Jasmine Danger Jones. Hell of a moniker, don't you think?" Jazzy asked, smiling at him. She indicated her laptop. "I don't mean to be rude, but I have a few things I need to finish on here."
Hotch motioned with his hand, "Be my guest, don't let me disturb you."
Jazzy flipped open the laptop and began typing again, pausing occasionally to take a sip of her drink.
Hotch used this opportunity to take a closer look at the woman across from him. Under the punk rock hair, her face was heart shaped. She reminded him of a 1920's starlet or pin up model. There were tattoos on her arms and shoulders and a multitude of earrings in each ear. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that she had closed her laptop and was staring back at him.
"So. What do you think?" she asked, a trace of humor in her voice.
Hotch sighed and took a long pull from his drink. He started to speak slowly. "I think your parents were young, free spirits, probably hippies. You have 2 or 3 siblings. Younger. You were a tomboy growing up, a free spirit like your parents."
"Not bad." Jazzy said, draining her drink. She stood up, picking up her laptop. Hotch reached out to shake her hand. She shook his hand. "Nice meeting you Hotch, " she said. "You should stick around. I hear this place gets pretty hopping at night." She turned to walk away.
"Hey!" Hotch called after her, she turned to look at him, "How do you know people call me Hotch?"
"What else would you shorten Hotchner to?" she asked. "Oh, and one more thing. That old saying about time and wounds? It's true you know. She smiled, turned around and looped off into the crowd.
Hotch watched her disappear in the crowd. He wondered about what she had said. Clearly she was referring to the old saying "Time heals all wounds." But how could she know? Was he really that transparent. He shook his head and motioned to the waitress for another drink.
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