A friend asked me to write this to satisfy her JJ/Rossi craving. She wanted quick paced bantering in the Hepburn/Tracy style with a dash of Cary Grant/Rhett Butler/Scarlett O'Hara thrown into the mixture. I am just going to let the characters speak their minds. But I still see this only going about three chapters. I hope you enjoy.

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I don't own Criminal Minds. But I'd settle for one day on the set.

Song prompt: "Walk My Way" by Beth Nielsen Chapman

Walk My Way

That son of a bitch had messed with the wrong woman. For the first time he was going to get back everything he had dished out to others. Before she had been in a subordinate position, but now that had changed. All those years she had been under him, but now the shoe was on the other foot. Now she was the one in charge and calling the shots. He had to answer to her.

Hotch couldn't save him. Strauss, who would be more than happy to see him fall, was gone. No one could save the arrogant bastard from his fate.

Shoving the car gears in park, she turned off the engine. Taking a deep breath, she cast a jaundiced eye at the house where she was going to meet the devil toe to toe. On his territory. It was giving him the home field advantage. But she could do it if it meant giving him back some of his own.

"You can do this JJ. Consider it saving your reputation by bringing him down a notch or two," she encouraged herself.

Opening the door, she stepped out. It was now or never.

Stalking up the brick walkway, she squared her shoulders and stomped up the porch steps. Raising her fist, she pounded on the heavy oak. Sure, she could have rung the bell, but she wanted to make an entrance.

Moments later the door was swung open. Standing before her in a lounging robe, a cigar between his lips, Dave Rossi carefully scanned her from head to toe. A hungry look flashed momentarily - until his eyes rested on her face.

"Hello, Jen," Dave drawled. "What brings you by this late at night?"

Anger snapped in her eyes. "The correct question should be what doesn't bring me by this late at night?"

"Are you still angry over that comment I made earlier?" His lip twitched with humour as he took a puff of his cigar.

"Angry would be the kind word. Pissed off royally would be the correct expression." Her tone was even, the anger lying just under the surface.

"I thought you'd be over it by now, Cara."

"You embarrassed me in front of the BAU this morning, you bastard! I'm not over it!" JJ fought to control her rage.

"Then it was true." His eyes raked her lithe body from head to toe and back. His eyes stopped on her breasts.

"Stop it!" she commanded.

"What?" His eyes drank her in.

"Undressing me with your eyes! I know what you're doing, and it isn't going to work."

Dave shifted his eyes to hers. The wanting look of desire was clear in his dark brown orbs.

"The old Jen used to blush when I checked her out."

"The old Jen was enamored by your persona and legend," she corrected. "The new Jen knows the real you."

"Supplied by Erin Strauss, of course," he commented wryly and took another puff of his cigar.

"I had to get a briefing on the team before I took over."

"By the woman who lived for taking down Aaron Hotchner and the team."

"I considered what she told me with a grain of salt."

"You're telling me that you took what she said about me with a grain of salt?"

JJ snorted. "I wouldn't go that far; I thought she was just a woman who fell in love with the wrong man."

"I only led that horse to the creek; I never commanded her to drink."

"And now you want to lead me!"

"It's not leading, sweetheart, when you've been following me for years."

"Your arrogance has no limit."

"It has it's limits…like anything else." A long moment of silence stretched between them. "Would you like to come in?"

JJ tossed her head in defiance. "Don't mind if I do."

Crossing the threshold, JJ stepped into the foyer. Immediately her eyes were drawn to the expensive but tasteful interior.

"Like what you see?" Dave asked.

"Some how I expected something different."

"I like to surprise people."

JJ rolled her eyes. "Why am I not shocked by that statement?"

Dave's eyes narrowed as he took another puff. "You never answered my question."

"Yes, I like what I see."

"Want to see more?" he asked smoothly, his words flowing like expensive aged scotch.

"No thanks."

Dave's eyes danced with amusement. "Ah Cara, you wound me."

"Good."

"So, you're still angry?"

"Pissed, Dave. Pissed."

"And here I thought for a moment we might be able to let bygones be bygones."

"Divert the attention and turn it back around. I'm wise to you and the way you change things to get your way."

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

"Yet you helped get me out of the State Department and into Strauss's position. What were you expecting? An ally?" JJ snapped.

"Nope." Dave shook his head.

"That I was going to let you get away with murder?" she asked incredulously.

"Not likely."

"Then what were you expecting? The old JJ?"

"No. I kind of like the new JJ. You were too complacent and mealy mouth before."

"Excuse me?" JJ exclaimed.

"You were hesitant about making the first move and taking that first step outside your shell. You questioned your moves. Going to the State Department for that year did you more good than you'll ever know." Dave held her angry glare. "You're stronger and more determined. You are standing on your own two feet."

"I've always been able to stand on my own two feet," she shot back.

"Is that why you strung Will along for all those years? Admit it Jen, you aren't the same person anymore. You are completely different. You shed Will, your old persona, and all the baggage that kept you down."

Dave took a couple of puffs from the cigar, then pursed his lips in thought.

"Of course, who would have known that you would be acquiring the same stick up the ass that Strauss used."

"Bastard!"

A wide smile broke across his face. "Ah, now there is the JJ I knew was dying to come out: sweet disposition on the outside; poisonous venom on the inside. Just the kind of woman I like."

"Pffft! You have been with enough of them to make that judgment," she shot back.

"Jealous?" he leveled back.

"Not quite."

"I think you are. And that is what brought you here tonight. You aren't angry that I told you to pull the stick out of your ass in front of the team; you're angry because you think that I am going to want payment for getting you this job and I haven't made a move yet."

JJ drew in an angry breath. "Is that what you believe? That I owe you?"

"It's what I know," he returned, his eyes turning dark.

"So, why didn't you come after me for what you think I owe you?"

Dave looked at the expensive cigar in his hand, contemplating it as though it held all the answers. Raising his eyes, he nailed her with the infamous Rossi look.

"Because I knew eventually you would come to me."