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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
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Aaron sat and watched the woman play, perform, sing. All other thoughts were wiped from his mind. He watched with fascination as she communicated with the other band members and the man at the mixer board with subtle nods, jerks of her head, a thrust of her chin. These silent exchanges reminded him of his team, of stand offs, shoot outs when speaking was impossible. He wondered if anyone else in the crowd even noticed this pas de deux unfolding before them. He was sure they didn't. He signaled for another drink and leaned back in his seat, his eyes riveted to Jazzy. He knew he was staring but he couldn't force himself to stop. Her movements, voice, pounding rhythms served to drive all the thoughts and guilt from his mind and for the first time in as long as he could remember he was able to just relax and enjoy the sensations of sound and sight.
Jazzy could feel the FBI man's eyes on her. It made her nervous for reasons she couldn't even fathom. 'I'm never nervous when I play' she thought, 'this is ridiculous.' She continued with her performance, ignoring the unfamiliar feeling plaguing her. She wondered about his sad eyes, his serious demeanor, the smile that didn't touch his eyes. She wondered what secrets he was holding inside. Her fingers fumbled on the frets as she dropped a riff. It was an imperceptible mistake to the untrained ear, but it screamed at her. 'Get a grip, girl.' she chastised herself. They were nearing the end of the first set and Jazzy positioned herself center stage.
"Thanks for coming out tonight everybody. I hope you're enjoying the show. Before we take a break, lemme introduce you to the guys in the band. We got Tanker back here on drums." she paused as Tanker's sticks ran over his drum heads. "We've got the beautiful Mike on lead guitar," another pause as Mike's solo was drowned out by the screams of female. "Yeah, all the girls love Mike." Jazzy teased into the microphone, "And we got the Jakeman on Keyboards, I'm Jazzy D and we are the Rainmakers. Stick around we have a lot more music coming your way." They played out the last bars of "Can't Turn You Loose." Jazzy removed the heavy bass and set it on it's stand. She ran her fingers through her sweaty hair.
"What was with that flub, Jazzy?" Mike asked her, "You never miss a note."
"Nothin'," she said shaking her head. "I can't be perfect all the time."
"Jazz?" Jake called out, "We trying the Lady Gaga song next set?"
"I think so." she nodded, "do you feel comfortable with it.?"
Jazzy's time during the first set break was taken up with the business and management tasks of leading the band. She glanced briefly towards Hotch's table and felt a strange sort of relief that he was still there, still sipping a drink. After making some minor adjustments to the sound board, she had just enough time to run to the bar for a glass of water.
"Hotty in the suit is still there." Crystal teased.
"I noticed." Jazzy answered curtly. She grabbed her glass of water and jogged back to the stage. When all the band members where in place, Jazzy flicked the switch to activate her head set microphone.
"Anybody out there like Lady Gaga?" she yelled into the mic.
The girls in the crowd screamed and applauded madly.
"Really?" she asked a question in her voice. "I don't. But we thought we'd give this a try anyways."
We are the crowd
We're coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you
Hotch watched as she stepped off the stage. He was amazed by her voice, fascinated by her body. Without the bass in front of her, he could see her breasts rise with every breathe. She stalked deliberately towards his table. She walked around him and he felt her hand rest on his shoulder, he resisted the urge to turn in his seat and watch her while she sang.
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-Paparazzi *
She had felt his shoulder stiffen when she placed her hand on it. It was normal for her to go out into the audience and sing to someone. But touching him gave her a thrill that she hadn't felt in a long time. Reluctantly she removed her hand from his warm body and returned to the stage to end the song.
Hotch took a deep shuddery breath when the hand left his shoulder. He hadn't even realized he stopped breathing until it was gone. 'Wow.' he signaled for another drink. He knew he was drinking more then he should. But he just didn't care. He was captivated by what was going on and the blissful absence of guilt and grief in his head.
Jazzy stayed away from him throughout the rest of the set, she roamed around the bar, entertaining the patrons. She loved performing, loved rockin' out on her bass. Though she kept herself physically away from him, she couldn't keep her eyes from roaming over to his table. Finally it was time for the last song of the second set. "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison. Jazzy looked around the bar. 'Fuck it.' she thought to herself. 'Dude's hot. Let's have some fun."
Jazzy strode purposefully across the bar, belting out lyrics. She approached Hotch's table again. He looked at her, his eyes unreadable. Just before she reached him, she veered to the left and deliberately placed a foot on an empty chair, stepping up and onto the table. She stood, playing on the table until just before the end of the guitar solo. With a practiced eye, she measured and timed out her jump perfectly, landing directly in front of the Hotch just as the chorus began. She stared directly at him as she sang..
Cause baby we'll be
At the drive-in
In the old man's Ford
behind the bushes
until I'm screamin' for more
Down the basement
lock the cellar door
And baby.....
Talk dirty to me **
The song ended and Jazzy returned to the stage and set her bass on it's stand. She grabbed her glass of water and walked back to Hotch's table.
"So?" she asked, "What do you think so far?"
"The band's great" he said honestly, "I really like the mix of songs."
"Thanks," she said shyly. Despite years of performing, Jazzy still blanched at compliments, "Anything particular you want to hear?"
"Beatles?" Hotch asked.
"Beatles?" she repeated, amused. "I think we can work in a Beatles for you." She looked around the bar and motioned to Tank. He came over and leaned down.
"You and Jake are starting off the next set." she said.
Tank nodded and walked away.
She turned back to Hotch and smiled, "And by the way, it's two older and one younger."
"Huh?" he asked, clearly confused.
"My profile. My siblings. There are three, but two are older and one is younger."
"Oh," he smiled chuckling. "I was close."
* "Paparazzi" is a song by American recording artist Lady Gaga. (2008). Written by Rob Fusari and Gaga
** "Talk Dirty to Me" is the second single from Poison
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