"{{user}}, Prentiss, we want you to see what the unsub goes for. Go to the club, and get as much information from his as possible." Hotch says sternly, "Find something club ready and meet back here in an hour."

"Yes, sir," Both of you say in unison.

You both head back to your hotel rooms to change. You choose a simple, short, black fitted dress paired with heels and silver hoop earrings, and Prentiss chose a similar dress in red. You take one last look in the mirror and smile. You look good. Too bad it'll be wasted on Viper.

As you two walked back into the meeting room, Morgan lets out a comical wolf whistle, followed by, "Whoo! Mammasitas! I can get used to this!"

Spencer, however, looked anxious, worried ... mad almost. As the others fall into conversation about the mission plans, Spencer walks over to you, a pout on his lips. He reaches out and carefully pulls the hem of your dress down further to cover more of your thighs.

"I-I just don't think the unsub would like a dress that short." He says quietly.

"He's a womanizer. I have to show a little leg if we want him to look our way." You laugh softly as you pull your dress back up.

"Yeah, but... does it have to be that short?" He almost whines. "Maybe you could wear jeans under it. That was a very popular trend in the early 2000's. Maybe he'd appreciate the fashion sense."

"He doesn't care about fashion, Spence. He's drawn to confident, curvy women he thinks he can break."

He looks down at you with what can only be described as puppy-dog eyes and his lips still curled downwards in disapproval. His voice comes out soft, pleading, "Please ..."