Bad Timing (Criminal Minds) (Completed)

Nine Shots

A/N
Pic is Jake. Roughly.

3rd person POV
Emma Jane Smith was over delighted to see another person other than him. Little did Emma Jane Smith know that this girl was replacing her next week. Emma Jane Smith did have to finish her work week first, to get a full pay.
The man watched from his box as the two girls interacted. He found out that the new girl's name was Sophia Martinez. Not super popular but still very popular names that everyone knows one.
The hair on this one wasn't right, her name wasn't right, the only thing good about her was her curls and eyes. He'd have to better next time. Unless this girl did amazingly good job in the other section. He really liked the other part, his favorite by far. First the girls had to pass the test.
None of the girls appreciated it though. They all called him a monster. He just didn't understand. Couldn't they see that he was the one that made them feel better! Couldn't they see that without him they'd be an empty husk!

Reese's POV (two weeks after above, which is two weeks since the last chapter)
I'd had very minimal contact with Jake and I intended to keep it that way. He had hurt me, the door, my phone, and my wall! I didn't appreciate him at the time. Though he did pay for any repairs, which is great because otherwise I'd have to go punch his wall.
I spent a girls' night out the day before I left to go back to DC. Aunty and Uncle didn't sound good on the phone at all, Maeve would kill me if she knew that they were in this state and I hadn't been there to really check in on them.
"Another shot, ladies?" The bartender asked. He was quite the cutie. Blonde, blue eyed, stubble. My goal would be to try to get him that night.
I looked around at my friends, all mothers, all who have families, all who has someone always there to love them. They were about done with the whole drinking thing. They hadn't really drunk and whole lot since their first pregnancies. I was so thankful that I hadn't had a kid yet.
My little black dress showed me off in all the right places. I had done my makeup in a smokey style, which brought out my eye color. My hair has gone into a very fancy braid.
"Yes please, Hot Shot," I winked at him. It was only my third shot of the night. I still had seven more before I would pass out.
Vanesa saw what I trying to do. She has understood my breakup with Jake. Some of the others like Pauline didn't.
"R, you aren't trying to hook up with that guy are you?"
"If the night leads to it why not?"
Hot Shot bartender handed me my shot. Our fingers grazed each other. He blushed a little. I quickly thanked him for the drink.
I had him on the tip of my fingers. After I quickly gulped my shot down I grabbed my friends. "Let's dance," I said.
Shot 4- I was the wild card on the dance floor. Busting out moves left and right, people clapped for me, guys begged to be my dance partner to be semi-famous for the night. It worked.
I was totally down with it. I wasn't a total drunk by that point. I'd had loads of food and I wasn't a light weight either. Thank goodness for getting my family's largeness, to an extent.
Shot 5- I had taken a break to talk to Hot Shot, his actual name was Evan Peterson. His family was from John Day so he'd decided to go to the big city to become the best bartender he could be, while getting an education. He was 22. Four years difference. Not bad, not bad at all.
"What'd you say, Hot Shot, another drink and a dance with me?"
Shot 6- Evan Peterson was quite a dancer, fast or slow he exceeded my other dance partners of the night with his skill. Or maybe it was the whiskey talking. But either way it was pretty good dancing.
"Good thing my shift ended," Evan Peterson said.
I giggled. Yep, the whiskey was defiantly talking. "I'm glad, happy," I still had a few more before I would have to go back to my apartment.
Shot 7- Vanesa was starting to worry about how much I was la drinking. She told the bartender not to let me have another one. I was only a little tipsy, the world only spun a bit. I was still alive though.
I talked to my friends, they laughed at my drunk interpretations of different stories. But everyone was basically a little tipsy. There kids definitely wouldn't help the hangover the next day.
Evan Peterson had basically become my boyfriend for the night. His arm was around my waist, my head rested on his shoulder, he whispered things in my ear causing me to burst out in fits of laughter.
Vanesa took a picture of me and sent it to Jake. I saw him send a message back. That's the way I found out.
Shot 8- Evan Peterson and I had begun to make out. I was standing, in between his legs while Evan Peterson sat on the stool. He too had gotten quite a few drinks in him.
I whispered to him, "Let's get out, Hot Shot."
He smirked, grabbing my hand. The girls were getting ready to leave anyways. I didn't think it was that bad. I stopped at the counter one more time.
Shot 9- "You ready?" Evan Peterson asked. I shook my head, getting the alcohol through me. 
"Let's go, Hot Shot."
Vanesa worriedly talked to someone on the phone. When she saw that I was leaving with Evan Peterson she hung up and ran up to me.
"Hey Reese, why don't I give you a ride home?" She started to grab my arm.
"Veeeee, I'm totally fine. Hot Shot is taking me home," I slurred.
"That's what I'm worried about."
A black Mazda pulled up, Jake's car. I hated Jake. He hurt me. My drunk mind remembered it. He got out of the car, he was in his tight-fit black shirt and his sweats on. He had obviously been at home for a little while.
"Excuse me sir," Jake said to Evan Peterson. "I have to get her home."
Jake grabbed my arm gently. Evan Peterson got very offended. Jake had only one option, punch Evan Peterson out cold. It's sure one way to get a drunk to sleep.
Pauline ended up taking care of Evan Peterson. Jake put me in his car. I slurred words about how much I didn't like him. Jake still took me to my place. I was too incoherent to walk or really understand what was going on.
He was about to leave when I called out, "Jake, please stay with me. Just tonight. I have to be up by 7 for my 9 o'clock flight tomorrow."
Jake slept on the couch.
Apparently I can pass out before my tenth shot. That extra shot probably would've given me an extra awful hangover the next morning.

A/N
So tell me guys, do you like the other people (like Jake soon would be Spencer's) POV? Or do you want me to keep it as the creep and then go into Reese's POV. Thanks for reading!
xoxo.
Kajsa