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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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Hotch carried her bass up the stairs. He was amazed at how heavy it was. He wondered how such a tiny little thing like her could jump around all night with this thing strapped to her back. He paused while she opened the door and stood back so he could enter. "Just lean it over there." she said motioning to a spot near the desk. "Hey. There's some Jack on the counter. Why don't you pour us a couple. I have to take a shower, I'm all..”
"Sweaty and gross?” He finished for her.
"Yeah." she said laughing.
Hotch watched as she hopped down the back steps to the outside shower. He pulled off his T-shirt. He paused and thought. 'Fuck it' and pulled off his khaki shorts. He stepped into the kitchen, wearing only his black boxer briefs and located the bottle of Jack. Rummaging around he came up with two glasses. Filling these with ice, he carried them out to the back deck. Easing himself into one of the chairs, he stared out at the ocean. He could hear the sound of the outside shower. Turning his eyes in the direction of the noise, he smiled when he realized that from this vantage point, you could just see into the shower.
He watched as Jazzy washed her short spiky hair. As she leaned back to rinse her hair and her breasts came into view. Hotch caught his breath and felt his cock begin to stir. He thought about putting his shorts back on. 'If I keep watching this I'm going to have an extremely obvious hard on", but again that out of character 'Fuck it' voice was back in his head. He watched as she washed and massaged her breasts and stomach, her hand creeping lower. Suddenly it occurred to him, if he could see her in the shower, that meant the other day when he was in the shower...his cock stiffened even more at the thought of her eyes crawling over his naked body. He sat there and enjoyed the view as his cock throbbed pleasantly. He wanted to fuck this women. Badly. He couldn't remember ever wanting to fuck someone so much in his life.
Unwittingly his mind compared her to Haley. Haley was tall and willowy, where Jazzy was tiny and curvy. Where Haley had exuded femininity, Jazzy was a pure punk rock, tomboy. He really didn't want to compare the two. But he guessed that was inevitable when he had only had sex with one women in his whole life. He shuddered a little at the thought. What was he even thinking? That he could have sex with someone like Jazzy...he pictured her; jumping all over the bar, tearing up the bass, fingers flying across the frets, her head thrown back as she belted out lyrics. She was amazing. She was pure sex when she performed. She had every man in that bar lusting for her, longing for her attention. Hotch laughed a little at himself, hell in comparison, he was practically a virgin.
"I have no game." he muttered. He had met and married Haley when they were in high school, lost his virginity to her and since their divorce he hadn't been with another woman. 'Oh my God' he thought, 'Spencer probably has more game then me!.' He shook his head. 'I'm the head of the BAU of Quantico, responsible for profiling dangerous serial killers and I have no game. That's really sad.' He glanced down again at Jazzy in the shower and his cock throbbed. But God how he wanted her.
Jazzy stood under the hot water of the shower, letting it ease the knots in her back and neck. She glanced through her eye lashes and saw Hotch sitting on the deck. She guessed he had figured out by now that he could see her. It had been a long time since she had been so attracted to a man, felt so connected. But she thought about the sadness in his eyes, the story he had told her yesterday. He carried a lot of guilt about his ex wife and Foyet. Jazzy knew that guilt could be one of the biggest passion killers of all. While she wanted to kiss him and hold him, make him feel good, she also didn't want to be the cause of more guilt. She shrugged her shoulders, maybe enough time had passed. He'd said his ex wife and been dead for over a year. Maybe he's ready? She just didn't know.
When she felt like she had washed all the sweat and grim from the gig off of her, she turned the water off and grabbed a towel. She quickly towel dried her short spiky hair, running her fingers through it. Throwing on her customary wife beater and a pair of white cotton bikini's, she climbed the stairs to the deck. She leaned over Hotch to grab her drink, noting that he was wearing only black boxer briefs and was sporting a rather impressive hard on. Jazzy took a quick sip of her drink to hide her smile. She sat in the chair opposite, placing both feet on the edge of the table. Taking another pull of a drink, she sighed, "Thanks. I needed this."
"You don't really drink when you play, do you?" Hotch observed.
She shook her head, "Way too many bad mornings after." she said wryly, "Plus I don't give my best performance if I'm messed up."
He nodded his head in understanding. "You were excellent tonight, by the way."
Jazzy took another drink and waved away the compliment, "All in a day's work." she said, clearly embarrassed by his praise.
"And," he added, teasingly "I'm not a Secret Agent. I'm a Special Agent with the FBI."
Jazzy laughed, "Well we don't know any 'Special Agent with the FBI' songs, so that was that best I could do." She stared out at the ocean and suddenly began to laugh hysterically, choking slightly on her drink.
"Are you laughing at me?" Hotch asked.
"No" Jazzy said through laughs, "I'm laughing at you, me, us, this whole situation."
Hotch looked at her questioningly.
Jazzy continued, "If you'd have told me a week ago that I would be sitting on my deck, in my underwear, with an almost naked Special Agent from the FBI, I would have accused you of smoking crack."
Hotch shook his head in agreement, "I guess I'm not the usual type of guy you sit on your deck with."
Jazzy cocked her head at him and snorted. "Let me get this straight Agent Hotchner. You interrogate serial killers for a LIVING and that was the best you could come up with to ask me if I bring guys home with me?" she shook her head. "Pitiful."
Hotch laughed, "Pretty lame. Huh?" in truth he was just relieved that she didn't seem upset.
"Very lame. And in answer to your question," she stared straight into his eyes. "No, I don't sleep around." she continued, turning her gaze towards the ocean. "Well, I mean I've had my share of lovers. My wild years in college. But for the most part, " she turned to stare at him again, "I need to feel a connection with the person I'm sleeping with, some sort of spark, you know?"
Hotch watched as a flush crept up her neck. He smiled to himself. For all her bravado she sure blushed a lot. It was endearing, cute and unbelievably sexy.
They sat staring out at the ocean, sipping their drinks. Hotch struggled with his own mind. 'Hey Jazzy, wanna fuck?' No, he dismissed that, pretty sure that's not how it was done. Finally he gave up. 'Coward' he chastised himself. "You must be pretty tired. You worked hard tonight."
"A little." she agreed, "You ready to call it a night?"
"I guess." he said standing up. "I feel really bad about stealing your bed again tonight. Why don't you let me take the couch?"
Jazzy looked him up and down. "You're way too tall for the couch. I'll be fine."
She flicked off the lights as he climbed into her bed. He heard her settling in on the couch. It was a moonless night and the room was extremely dark.
"You know." he said. "We could share the bed. I promise to keep my hands to myself."
"What fun would that be?" Hotch flinched a little, her voice didn't come from across the room, but right next to him. He felt the covers lift up as she climbed in next to him. Her strong, callused fingers lightly touching his chest.
"Not much." he said, his voice husky. He reached for her and was surprised to discover that she was naked.
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