Twisted Hearts

I had spent a couple of days at JJ and Emily's. It was nice, even if I was wrestling with my feelings. "Last day of freedom love. What should the three of us do before we have to return to work tomorrow?"

"I honestly wouldn't say no to a girls night. Maybe Pen can meet us out for dinner and a couple drinks?"

JJ literally leaped off the couch and did a happy dance. "I love a good girls night! You jump in the shower babe. I'll call Pen and set it up." I laughed as I made my way to the room to freshen up.

Emily, JJ, and Penelope were sitting at a high top chatting about the latest office gossip. It was all laughs until Penelope gasped as she stared at the bar. "We've only been here five minutes!"

Emily frowned as she followed Penelope's gaze. Y/N was at the bar getting a round for the table and there was some guy in a suit all over her. "Well, look at her. She broke away from the group. Guy saw her alone, felt confident, and made his move."

JJ scoffed. "Please. No way that guy has moves."

Penelope laughed until she saw them both heading for the table. "Oop, must be serious."

I set four beers down and smiled as I turned to back to the guy. "Ladies, this is Brad. A real FBI agent."

Penelope gasped. "Really?"

"Really."

JJ smiled at me. "No way."

"That's exciting! What's it like at Quanteeco?" I almost cackled at the way Pen pronounced it.

Brad's smile grew. "It's, uh, quite impressive."

"Wow. What department are you in?" JJ tried to hide her smile by grabbing some peanuts and eating them.

"That's classified."

"Oh, it must be really tough keeping all those secrets." Emily looked at me and winked.

"You know, it's a skill like anything else." He got closer to me. "Carpenters are good at building stuff, measuring. FBI is good at keeping secrets and kicking criminal ass."

JJ looked like she was about to fly out of her seat if this asshole got any closer to me. "Well, somebody's gotta do it. Oh! Do you have to carry your gun and badge with you everywhere you go?"

"Affirmative." His smile was creeping me out.

"Can we see it?"

"See what?"

"Your badge." The girls were finally seeing where I was going with this.

He chuckled. "Sorry ladies, that's..."

The four of us answered together. "Classified."

"Tell me Brad..." I reached into my back pocket. "Does it look anything like this?"

JJ pulled out hers. "Or this?"

Pen was next. "Maybe this?"

Emily laughed. "No, it's probably more like this. Right Brad?"

His eyes almost bugged out of his head before he practically ran back to the bar. The four of us cracked up. JJ's phone started ringing and she grabbed it and started walking to the exit. "Criminal ass. It's a tough job." She answered before she made it out. "Agent Jareau."

Emily patted my back while Pen high-fived me. "Lady you are officially one of my top favorite people. Not to mention I'm so going home and blogging about this later. Clink me!"

I chuckled and clinked her then Em and we took a chug of our beers. JJ walked up behind me, frowning. "Sorry ladies. Duty calls."

We were currently on the jet discussing our current case. A woman was found disemboweled next to cleaning supplies. There were reports of several prostitutes found a year previous with the same mo.

"Prostitutes to women in a club. That's a hell of a victimology change."

"The newbie isn't wrong. From prostitutes to a socialite. How does our killer go from loser of the year to Don Juan?"

Reid perked up. "Actually, as Byron interpreted him, Don Juan was an ironic reversal of sex roles. And when..." Hotch looked up at him with his signature frown. "And, yeah that's about it."

"Something must have happened between the last prostitute and our current victim to make him change his victimology."

"Should we build two profiles then? One for the unsub that killed prostitutes, one for the unsub that goes to clubs."

Rossi looked at me. "We've never done that before."

"Y/L/N is right." My jaw almost dropped. It was small, but a praise from Hotch goes a long way. "The victimology is so different we'll treat them as separate unsubs and see what overlaps. Reid, work up a geographic profile, focus on the location of the murders. Prentiss, Morgan, and Rossi, concentrate on the prostitutes. JJ, Y/L/N, and I will go deal with the latest victim."

The unsub in this case was getting a little difficult to pin down. We had a sketch drawn up, but it was pretty vauge. And the geographic profile Reid was working on also came up with nothing.

Rossi was showing us a paper where the previous victims had all advertised their services. "There's still a hell of a difference here between the victims."

Hotch hummed. "The unsub took a year off between victims. Maybe he took that time to change himself."

Derek scoffed. "That's impossible." We all looked at him. "You're talking about a total transformation here. I mean, how you talk, how you dress, how you think about yourself."

"Difficult maybe. Not impossible. He already started killing, so there must have been a secondary trigger that motivated him to change who he was. So if you're gonna transform yourself, how would you do it?"

We all threw out ideas. Diets. Self help books. Hitting the gym. Learning to read people. Self help classes. Derek still didn't look convinced. "Would this unsub really sign himself up for some sort of seminar?"

Rossi set the paper he was still looking through on the table. "He would, if he found one in the same place he found the prostitutes."

"JJ and Y/L/N, take a look at all the classes the unsub may have gone to. We need to create a suspect pool as soon as possible."

JJ and I were set up in the conference room while the rest of the team was out searching for other leads. "This is like looking for a needle in a disgusting haystack. Why would people even go to these kinds of classes?"

"Not everyone is graced with your sparkling personality Agent Jareau." She smiled at me and smacked my arm.

"Flattery will get you everywhere babe." Once she winked at me I was done for. I could feel the heat in my face as the blush set in. "I love that I can fluster you easily. It's cute."

Hotch had excellent timing as he strolled in. "What did you two find out?"

"Of the 20 self-described pickup artist classes in the area, there's only one guy in the area who encourages his students to dress like, well, unusual like our unsub." JJ held up the ad in the paper to Hotch. "Are you ready to meet Viper?"

He sent Emily, JJ, and I to the class to try and get some information from Viper. To say this guy was a creep was an understatement. We caught the tail end of his 'lecture', if you can even call it that. The wording he was using was gross. "Ugh, listen to this asshat. He's basically training serial killers."

"Great. We're dealing with a rampant narcissist and misogynist who's turned himself into a snake oil salesman."

"I think that reference dated you a bit sweetheart." Em nearly gasped at JJ's insult. "Anyway, that's one more thing this guy has in common with our unsub."

When the class was over, Viper came over to talk to us. "So, you think this guy took my class?"

"Yeah. He followed some of the things you said to do verbatim. If you could give us your attendance lists, it might help us find him."

"No. My clients expect a certain amount of confidentiality. I won't compromise that." His eyes slowly moved down my body.

Emily noticed and started to get upset. "We can come back with a warrant."

"Be my guest. But keep in mind the money I make doesn't just pay for my fabulous lifestyle. It also keeps some very expensive lawyers on retainer." JJ scoffed at him. "You may not want to believe that my style works. And here in this harsh light, you have the advantage." He got so close to me now that I could feel his breath on my face. "But meet me on my turf...oh, the things I could make you do."

While we were walking out I shook out my shoulders. "You okay babe?"

"Yeah. That guy was disgusting. Part of me wishes he was the unsub so I could kick his ass."

"Right there with you love."

Back at the station the team gathered to go over everything we had. It still felt like we were going in circles. Not being able to figure out the victimology change. Rossi turned to the group who was discussing heading to one of the clubs to stake it out. "The answer might be something in Viper's class, but to figure that out we need to profile the teacher."

Morgan took a couple steps closer to me. "We need to bait him then. With someone he sees as a challenge."

Reid turned to me with a slight smirk on his face. "We need to study his style up close and personal. It's gonna take someone that he's already attracted to."

All the boys were silently staring at me. JJ and Emily looked furious. "Ohhh. Oh, this is really gonna suck."

As quickly as I could, I ran to a boutique nearby. None of my work clothes were exactly club appropriate. Luckily I found a little black dress that would be perfect. I was in the middle of slipping it on when JJ waltzed into the locker room. "Damn. Please tell me you're keeping that dress."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Can you zip me up?"

Her hands slowly moved down my back until her fingers reached the zipper. She ever so carefully did it up. "It's going to be torture for me having to stay here tonight going over things with Garcia. Are you sure you and Emily don't need an extra pair of eyes out there? What if that guy gets too handsy?"

"If he gets too handsy I'll show him what I learned at SHIELD. But something tells me Em won't let it get that far."

"She better not." Her hands stayed on my hips as I faced the mirror, her breath on my neck. "Fuck, you look hot babe."

She groaned as I bit my lip. "I uh, better go."

"Hmm. Be a good girl out there."

The club was loud. Viper was with a group of his students. I stood back watching until he saw me. He smiled and sauntered over. I had to hold back my eye roll. "This is a nice surprise."

"Well, the Atlanta P.D. and the FBI are combing all the bars you go to. And it looks like I pulled the short straw."

"Lucky me then." He droned on and on, it was honestly starting to give me a headache. I also didn't see how this would help our case. "Well?"

"Well what?" He seemed annoyed that I was ignoring him. I decided to go contact Hotch. But before I could turn and walk away, Viper grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his chest.

"Come on now sweetheart. Let's stop the playing around and get you back to my place so we can tear off this pretty little dress."

In the blink of an eye he was on the floor. Emily was standing over him with her shoe over his crotch. "Consent is sexy Viper. Something you should learn." He groaned as she stepped a little harder on him.

She grabbed my hand and was dragging me behind her. I thought we would be leaving, but the exit was the opposite direction. "Em, where are we going?" No answer. She pulled me to the back of the club towards the employee bathroom. Once we were inside, she locked the door and turned on me.

"His hands were all over you." She spun me around so that I was against her body, both of us facing the mirror. I almost laughed at the parallel of me and JJ from earlier. "I was going to kill him for touching you."

I shivered. "Em..."

"Quiet." She moved the hair from my neck and ran her nose against it. "I hate it when people touch what's mine. The only hands on you should be mine or JJ's."

The small moan I let out surprised even me. "Emily...please."

"Fuck love." She brought her mouth down to where my neck met my shoulder and bit down a little. "You have no idea how bad I want to mark you right now. To let every asshole out there know that you are taken." Her hands started to rub up and down my sides. I tried to pull one where I needed her, but she stoped me. "I can't love. Not here. I promised JJ that we would be together if we were ever lucky enough to get you into our bed."

I turned around and put my forehead against hers, breathing heavily. "This case really needs to be over." She laughed and we took off.

Later that night, the team got lucky. We found a clue that lead us right to the unsub. After some expert sleuthing from Garcia, we got an address. The rest of it was cut and dry. We got an arrest and were back on the jet headed home.

I was in the back serving myself a coffee when JJ came over. "Em said you guys had some fun at the club." My face blushed. "How is it that a spy can blush so much?"

"I guess my skills are immune to you."

She smiled and put her arms around my waist. "Come over tonight. The three of us should talk. Or maybe do other things with our mouths."

"Is that a proposition Agent Jareau?"

"It is if you want it to be babe."

"Well then, I'll be there." She kissed my cheek and went to sit in her normal seat next to Emily. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was really going to do this with them. I just hoped it wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass.

They ushered me into their apartment. After taking off her shoes, JJ dragged me with her over to the couch. "Em, you're on dinner duty."

"As you wish darling. Either of you two want anything in particular?"

"After that shit show of a case I wouldn't say no to pizza and beer."

"I'm on it. Do try and stay out of trouble Jayje."

JJ waved her off and snuggled into my side. "I love having you here. It's like all is right in our world when you're here."

"I really like being here too. You and Em...what I mean is...the both of you...make me feel..."

She laughed. "Breathe babe. No expectations, about anything. Okay?" I inhaled deeply and relaxed into her.

The rest of the evening went smoother. The pizza was a hit and we polished off a six pack of beer. Emily had her arm around me, brushing some hair behind my ear. "So, are we going to continue that conversation from the club?" Biting my lip, I nodded. "Why don't you tell JJ what you asked me?"

The deep breath I took didn't seem like enough. I almost felt like I was drowning in these women. And it felt fucking fantastic. "Come on now love. Let's hear it."

I faced her. Both our eyes dark with desire. "Please."

She smiled. "That's it. Please what?"

"Em."

"Be a good girl and answer her babe." JJ's warm breath against my neck gave me goosebumps. "What is it you want?"

"I want...I want you both to take me to bed."

Clothes were left on the floor like some sort of breadcrumb trail from the living room to their bedroom. Both of their lips were all over my body. It felt hot and intense and wonderful all at the same time. "Go lie down love."

As I made my way on to the bed, they began to roughly kissing each other. It was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. I was getting so turned on that I couldn't wait anymore. My hand made its way down to my folds and I began rubbing my clit. It wasn't until I moaned that they stopped kissing and looked at me. "I think she likes watching us darling."

"Hmm, sure looks that way." JJ got on the bed and squeezed in behind me. "Keep going babe." I kept rubbing myself and she started squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples.

"You two are a vision. But it's my turn to play love."

JJ grabbed my wrist so that I would stop. She brought my fingers to her lips and sucked on them. "Holy shit Em, you're going to love tasting her."

"Well, I shouldn't keep her waiting then." She roughly opened my thighs wider and dove in.

"Fuck!" Her tongue was working wonders on me. JJ went back to squeezing my breasts and sucking marks along my neck. It all felt so good. Too good. They were working me up so fast, and it had been so long since I had sex, I wasn't sure how long I was going to last.

"You're doing so good for Em babe. Just feel all that pleasure. But don't forget to be a good girl and ask before you come."

All I could do was nod while I panted. My brain was short circuiting in the best possible way. I could feel the tension in my abdomen getting tighter as Emily kept fucking me with her tongue. "Oh fuck Em...close."

"That's not asking babe. You can do better."

I whined a bit as my head fell back against her shoulder. "I need to...I mean...come. Can I come please?"

"Much better, so polite." JJ's eyes met Emily's and they had their ever famous silent conversation. "Go ahead babe, come for Emily."

That was all the push I needed to fall off the edge. "Holy fuck. You are way too good with that tongue of yours Em."

"I've had lots of practice. Isn't that right darling?" JJ rolled her eyes but grabbed Emily's arm and brought her up for a kiss.

"Mmm, I love her on your lips. But it's my turn now."

"What?"

"Oh come on babe, you seriously didn't think we were done with you did you? The night is just beginning."