A/N: This is going to be very, very fluffy and very much fun. With no angst whatsoever and a ton of fun - hopefully. My first ever try at First-Person POV. The POV's will change per chapter in the beginning, and start changing mid-chapter along the road. Thanks for reading.

I had moved to the Washington DC only a week before, not knowing anyone and ready to start my new job tomorrow. I spent the last seven days packing and unpacking, registering and other stuff I needed to do to start my life in Washington DC.

Not knowing anyone in the city I decided to go out for a few drinks, maybe meet someone and get adjusted to this whole new life of mine.

Washington DC sure as hell was not anything like California, but then again it was the furthest away miles wise and that's what I needed most right now. Distance between my old and my new life. That and the fact that the FBI didn't leave me much choice in regards to choice in where I would be assigned.

I rarely went out on my own back home in California, but here, seeing I knew no one I didn't have much choice and after seven days of painting and moving things and getting settled I seriously needed to see something else other than the walls of my apartment. Dressed up in a sexy deep red dress, some heels and an attitude to make this my night I went for what was supposed to be 'D.C.'s newest and hottest club'.

So here I was, in the middle of a city I had never been before, on the dance floor dancing to some upbeat tempo song that I honestly didn't like, but was already tipsy enough to not be bothered too much about it. And all of a sudden I spotted him. The probably best looking guy I ever laid eyes on. Chocolate colored skin, tall and from what I could see well built, if his tight shirt was any indication. He had a smile that mesmerized me within seconds and a certain cockiness in the way he stood by the bar and scanned the crowd that fascinated me right away. Our eyes met and held for a long moment, before I decided – probably more encouraged by the alcohol in me already than anything else – to make a move. After all I was new in town, didn't know anyone and had nothing to lose. Worst thing right now was that he just flat out declined. But then I would never have to see him again. So … nothing to lose and whole lot to win if his smile he threw me when I came closer was any indication.

He was leaning with his back against the bar when I walked up to him.

Suddenly I doubted the sanity in my plan. Just what was I doing anyway? There was no way that someone like me stood a chance with a guy like that, who looked like he was more the guy who dated models and lived the high life.

Deciding I might want to have a backup plan, just in case, I decided to walk up to the bar, stand next to him and order something, anything really. Just in case this wouldn't work. Than at least I had an excuse.

"You know, a pretty girl like you should not be drinking all by herself," he stated, with a sly smile. Such a line. I actually thought he would do better. But then again it was a start. And it would be the start a rather interesting evening.

It didn't take me long to find out that he was single, saying he was here with friends, which I knew was a total lie. I had watched him for a while before I came over and never did I see anyone around him who looked like they knew each other for longer than tonight. There mainly had only been girls around him. And who could blame them? With a guy looking as good as him they of course would be all over him. During the course of the night my mysterious stranger bought me several more drinks and we got into talking easily. After an hour or two, possibly even more I felt like I knew him forever – something that struck me as odd. (Note- You had two "as me" in this sentence)

Here I was, talking to a guy I hadn't even known this morning and felt like we had history which went way back. It was like we had an instant connection. He seemed interested and genuine, was smart, witty and had a great sense of humor. He also came across as a player in my books. It wasn't as if he treated me like one of many, but his lines sometimes seemed … studied. Like he was hiding something.

The connection we managed to have was rudely interrupted when some other girl moved in, next to him and it wasn't as if he paid any attention to her, although I could see her trying really desperately to get his attention. But at some point she managed to succeed, having his attention probably only for a moment due to some stupid question for lighters – hello? Ever heard of not smoking inside public buildings? – and that gave her an entry to our conversation.

From that moment on it were more or less the three of us, with me somehow starting to feel like the third wheel. They were talking about all sort of weird things, with my handsome stranger asking me all the time about my input or my experience. But I couldn't really partake. I never had done a parachute, or sky dived, neither was it an ambition of me to travel to Cambodia. She was painting this all exciting and eventful picture of her, and her I was, standing there only nodding feeling like the interest of my handsome stranger shifted with each passing second more from me to the sulky brunet on the other side of him.

"I'm a doctor," I heard Miss Wonderful answer the question about what she did for living and by this moment I actually decided to pack up and go home. No way could I compete with that. And I shouldn't. But then I saw the guy looking at me, asking the same question with an irresistible smile on his lips.

"I'm …" I started, thinking of what to answer best. Technical Analyst somehow made it sound so banal and what could this guy know anyways about computer systems, hacking or all the other exciting things I was spending most my days doing? And maybe there was the problem. My definition of exciting was probably not anything close to theirs.

And then, without even realizing why or how I just said it, just like that, it came out. "I'm a Profiler."

And technically it wasn't entirely wrong. After all from tomorrow on I would be working in the BAU. Maybe not directly in the BAU, as in part of the Profiler team, but I was working for them. It just depended on how you looked at things anyway.