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G-Man and Danger	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 5259 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor the characters. I do not own the lyrics to; Enter Night, Secret Agent, Natural Woman, Paparazzi, Rock& Roll all Nite, Pour Some Sugar, The Humpty Dance, Talk Dirty to me. I d

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
- 15
- 16
- 17
As the applause died down around them, Aaron and Jazzy continued to hug each other tightly. Eventually Aaron noticed that it had gone relatively quiet. He pulled back from Jazzy and smiled. "Aren't you supposed to be doing something right now?" he asked, nodding his head towards the bandstand.
Jazzy glanced over her shoulder and then back at Aaron, "Oh, like playing my bass and singing?"
He nodded.
"Tank and the guys will take care of it." she said, clearly unconcerned.
Aaron heard Tank start to speak over the microphone. "It seems we have lost our lead singer. Actually, she'll only be singing a few songs each set. But we're here," he motioned to his fellow musicians on the stage, "And we're ready ROCK OUT!" Tank clicked his drumsticks together and they kicked off "Hair of the Dog."
"See." she said, shrugging her shoulders.
Aaron looked perplexed, "When I found out you would be here tonight, I talked to Doyle, the owner. Sooo, technically I'm not really working. I'll just play a few songs each set." she explained. "I wanted to spend time with you and your team."
"Oh, my team?" Aaron said, "That would be the other people at the table."
Jazzy laughed. "I would assume so."
She stood to move to the seat next to him, he reached up and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back down on his lap. She was facing away from him now, her back to his chest. "Okay," she said, "I guess I'll sit here."
"Team." he said in a stern voice. "This is Jazzy. Jazzy. This is my team."
Rossi smiled. He was tickled by Aaron's unwillingness to let her go, his inability to stop touching her. He held out his hand, "Hi Jazzy, I'm..."
"Agent Rossi." She said, shaking his hand.
"Call me Dave" he said, flashing his best smile.
Morgan stood up and reached over the table holding out his hand. "Agent Morgan." she said, leaning forward to grasp his hand."
"Derek. We don't need any titles tonight. Can I get you a drink?"
Jazzy reached down and lifted Hotch's drink. "What's this?" she asked him over her shoulder.
"Jack and Coke."
"I'll have the same, only make mine tall. Thanks Derek." She said smiling.
JJ gave a little wave from her seat at the table.
"Agents Jareau and Prentiss." Jazzy said waving back.
"It's nice to meet you." JJ said beaming. "Call us JJ and Emily."
"Hi." Emily said.
Jazzy turned on Hotch's lap and held her hand out to Reid. "And you must be Dr. Reid."
Derek was returning to the table with the drinks. He groaned when he heard Spencer say, "It's nice to meet you Dr. Jones."
"Way to go, Kid." Derek muttered.
Jazzy shifted a little to look at Hotch. "Did you…."
"No. I didn't." He interrupted her, glaring at his team. "Quite frankly Jazzy, I wouldn't be at all surprised if MY team doesn't know every where you've ever lived, your education and your shoe size. Reid's probably read your Doctoral thesis by now."
"Actually, Sir, we don't know her shoe size." Garcia said meekly.
"7" Jazzy said laughing, "I wear a size 7 and you must be the infamous Garcia. It's nice to meet you."
Garcia waved quickly and looked down at the table again.
Reid turned to Jazzy and said, "I did want to discuss with you Ngoma drums of the Uganda versus the Djembe drums in Samba rhythms."
Jazzy put her hands to her face and said, "Oh my God! You did read my thesis!"
Hotch tapped her on the shoulder, "What was your thesis on?"
"African and Tribal drumming and it's influence on Early and Latin Jazz Syncopation." Jazzy said through tears of laughter.
"Well I want to apologize on behalf of my team." Aaron said, "They had no right…'
Jazzy put her hand over his mouth, muffling his words. "They had every right and we both knew that this was going to happen. They love you G-man. This is their way of showing you."
She took her hand off Aaron's mouth and turned to the team. "So? Did I pass the paper test?"

Garcia jumped up from her seat and ran to Jazzy. "Oh course you did!" she squealed. "Can I give you a hug?"
"I love hugs." Jazzy said, holding out her arms and hugging Garcia tightly.
Rossi smiled broadly, "Well now that we have all that awkwardness out of the way. Tell us how you two kids met."
Jazzy turned around and looked at Hotch. He smiled, "Go ahead. You tell it."
"He passed out on a table." She said simply.
Rossi and Derek burst out laughing. "He passed out! Hotch passed out? Then what?" Derek demanded.
"I took him home to my beach house."
"And….?" Hotch's whole team was leaning in to hear the sordid tale.
"And nothing." Jazzy blushed. "He took his clothes off, fell down a few times and passed out on my bed."
"He took his clothes off?" JJ asked, her eyes wide.
"Yeah," Jazzy said giggling. "He danced a bit, removed some clothes, fell down, got back up, danced a little more and…..well, he just took his clothes off." She was blushing crimson.
Derek was laughing hysterically, "Hotch I can't believe you got naked."
"Wait," Jazzy said, holding her hand up, "I stopped him when he tried to take off his underwear. I'd only just met him. I do have some standards."
"And then…" Rossi asked.
"Nothing. He passed out on the bed and I slept on the couch." Jazzy explained.
"So when did you all get your freak on?" Derek asked, thrusting his hips forward.
"The next night." Hotch answered. "She attacked me."
"I did." Jazzy agreed solemnly.
Derek and Rossi continued to laugh, Reid looked uncomfortable.
The band started to play a slow song. Rossi stood up and held his hand out to Jazzy. "I'm going to borrow her for a minute, Hotch, if you don't mind."
Hotch waved his hand in a 'Go ahead' gesture.
Derek stood up, "Come on Baby Girl. Dance with me." He called to Garcia.
JJ stood up and grabbed Reid's hand, hauling him to the dance floor.
Hotch smiled at Emily, he stood up slowly. "Well it just you and me Prentiss. Would you like to dance?"
Rossi smiled down at the tiny woman in his arms. "You've really done something to him." he said. "I've never seen him this happy. Not even when he was with Haley."
"You've known him a long time?" Jazzy asked.
"I have."
"Well thanks for telling me that." She said, hugging the older man tightly, "He's made a real difference in my life too." She admitted.
Hotch held Emily as they danced. "Are you okay?" He asked. "You seem awfully quiet tonight."
"I'm fine, Sir." Emily said softly.
When the song was done, they all returned to the table, talking and laughing. Jazzy turned to Reid. "Why are you interested in my thesis. Do you play the skins?"
"A little." Reid said. "It's just mathematics and muscle memory. If I hear something, I can play it."
"On trap?" Jazzy asked.
"Sure." Reid shrugged. "Why?"
Jazzy leaned over and whispered to Reid. "Sure. I can do that." he said.
"Where are our women?" Derek asked suddenly.
Jazzy glanced around the table. JJ, Emily and Garcia were missing from the table. "They're probably in the bathroom." she said, "Want me to go look?"
Jazzy walked to the Ladies room, as she was opening the door she could hear voices inside.
"I know, JJ" Emily said, she sounded upset. "I guess I just always hoped."
"I know it's hard." JJ said, "But look how happy he is."
Jazzy entered the restroom. "Derek was wondering where everyone went." She said apologetically. She looked closely at Emily, staring into her eyes.
"Oh shit." Jazzy said, sitting down next to Garcia on the small loveseat. "I had no idea, I mean HE has no idea. I asked him. I asked him if I'd be stepping on anyone's toes here." She looked directly at Emily. "You have a crush on him."
Emily nodded and waved her hand, "It's no big deal. I just always hoped, thought and then after we read that chat…."
Jazzy looked up sharply. "Which chat?" she asked.
"The one from the jet." Garcia said softly.
"Oh God." Jazzy muttered, "that's incredibly embarrassing."
"Yeah." Emily agreed, "But when he said about the fantasies...."
"Oh." Jazzy said. "We did discuss that further." she said, staring down at her hands.
"And?" JJ pressed.
Jazzy took a deep breath and let it out in a heavy sigh. "And, he admitted to having fantasies about all of you. I mean, it only makes sense, you are the 3 women he spends the most time with, sees the most. But…." she trailed off, staring at Emily. "He was always wracked with guilt about those thoughts after." she rushed to continue, "I mean he loves you guys. Really, really loves you. But…you know how he is. He's so bound by duty and loyalty, rules and regulation. He always felt like, somehow, he was being disloyal to Haley. Maybe because you guys knew her, knew him when he was married to her. I don't know" she shrugged. "I'm so sorry Emily. I don't want to hurt anyone here."
Emily waved her hand. "You had no way of knowing. And he IS happy with you. I've never seen Hotch so happy."
Jazzy blushed, "Dave said the same thing."
"Well, that's that." Emily said, "We better get back out there before they call a SWAT team to come find us."
"Emily." Jazzy said, stopping her. "I am sorry. I hope we can be friends someday."
"We can." Emily said, smiling at her. "Just let me get used to this."
Hotch looked up as the women filed back to the table. He stood up and hugged Jazzy tightly. "Let's go outside for a minute." he whispered in her ear.
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