Finding the Fairytale
She wanted desperately to kick her mother.
Oh, not hard enough to inflict any damage. That'd be wrong. She just wanted to nudge hard enough to let her maternal role model know how colossally stupid it had been to read her all those fairytales as a child.
Cinderella should have kept her damn shoes on her feet and used them climb the corporate ladder. Rapunzel should have found a freaking stylist who knew how to use a pair of scissors…or pruning shears, if necessary! And Snow White should have left those shorties to clean up their own pigsty!
Shaking her head as she sank into the chair behind her desk, Jennifer Jareau shook her head morosely.
It wasn't any wonder she was bitter. Her own alleged Prince Charming had been a dud. A complete waste of her valuable time. Sure, she couldn't completely regret the effort she'd put into their relationship. She'd gotten her beautiful little boy, after all, and he was worth any amount of pain. But the lesson remained: just because a man came wrapped in an attractive package...said the right words at the appropriate times...it did NOT mean that that diamond ring hovered on the horizon. More often than not, it was just a useless replica...cubic zirconium.
Evidently the Prince never wanted the Princess to outshine him in the castle.
And seriously, if Will LaMontagne had been Fate's version of the perfect man, destined to fulfill her hopes and dreams, those fickle bitches deserved a bitch slap across the face.
Then, let's not forget the current bastard stomping around her life in his tarnished armor. Sir Galahad, David Rossi definitely wasn't!
Oh, she'd bought into his seemingly altruistic motives when he'd approached her a few weeks ago about the possibility of yet another change in career. She'd listened as he'd talked about stability and support. She'd even bought into his whole, "We've got to save Hotch from himself, JJ," routine.
But as she stared down at the endless array of folders, files and forms littering her desk, she suspected that the only person he'd been interested in saving was himself.
It was obvious that she had fallen victim to the master of manipulation. And she was not going to forget this little lapse in judgment any time soon. Oh, no. David Rossi was going to be drawn and quartered…and she was going to be the one doing the carving this time around.
Flicking her pen against the edge of a file, she let out a sigh as she reached for yet another bureaucratic form that could only be described as redundancy in triplicate. Angrily scribbling her name on the appropriate line, she wondered if it was too late to claim temporary insanity. For that was the only reason she could think of that would describe how she had allowed herself to be hoodwinked into becoming a glorified file clerk with a golden title.
Frowning as she stuffed the form back into the nearby file, she reached for its twin just as she heard a tap at her door. Not even bothering to look up, she called out through clenched teeth, "Enter. At your own risk."
"That's not joy I hear in your voice," a deep familiar voice teased from her doorway.
Lifting her head, JJ's eyes sparkled as she glared at her newest visitor. "You," she snarled.
"'It is, indeed," Dave returned evenly, stepping into the office and closing the door behind him. "Why do I sense that this might be a bad time?" he asked, his twinkling eyes betraying his innocent tone.
"Probably because I think I just finished the form verifying how many times you take a leak during the day," JJ snapped, slamming her fountain pen against the blotter on her desk. Narrowing her eyes dangerous, she shook her head slowly. "I'm not sure, but I think I could easily hate you right now, Rossi."
"Ouch," Dave winced dramatically, pressing a hand to his heart. "It's not like I brought down the locusts or the plagues here, JJ. I scored you a very nice promotion," he pointed out helpfully. "And some nice new digs," he said, nodding around her office.
"They should be," JJ ground out. "Especially since I virtually live here signing pointless forms," she said, lifting a stack of papers to illustrate her point. "I think I finally understand why Strauss always appeared to have a stick shoved up her ass," JJ mused tiredly. "This desk sucked the life out of her!"
"Now, now," he chided with a wagging finger, "It's a poor workman...erhmmm...woman... that blames her tools. I'm sure that desk and those files have nothing but good and happy thoughts about you."
Narrowing her eyes, JJ grabbed the nearest file as she snapped, "I'm going to take this file and shove it up your ass. Then we'll see who's got the happy thoughts around here."
"Violence does not become you, Jennifer," Dave said ever so seriously, failing to hide the grin that was threatening to overtake his lips. "If I didn't know better, I'd say that you were slightly disgruntled this fine evening."
"Quit looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, Rossi," JJ ordered as she slammed the file back to the desk, knocking over a swaying stack of forms in the process. Ignoring the flying papers, she demanded, "And tell me you didn't just come in here to gloat at your ability to con someone else into paperwork hell."
"Look, somebody had to get rolled under that oncoming freight train, and I was definitely not the man for the job," he declared with an unapologetic shrug.
"I knew it!" JJ growled, pointing a finger at him. "You set me up! Or more specifically, you set me up to save yourself from bureaucratic hell on earth!"
Snorting, he pulled back the chair in front of her desk and easily sat down, idly crossing his legs as he returned her the glare flashing from her eyes with a wink. "You needed a change, Jen. You hated State. Will left because he felt like he had an inferior dick next to those brass balls you've grown. You needed to come back to the family. We both know it was time for you to come home. So, I arranged it," he explained with a yawn.
"And saved yourself from this nightmare," JJ said, slamming her hands over the paperwork littering her desk.
"Well, that...and your ass looks much better in a skirt than mine," he added as he smiled wickedly.
"Asshole," JJ muttered, beginning to neaten the piles on the surface of her desk. "Are you here for a reason or did you just come in here to piss me off?"