The sun had begun to set, creating an eclectic mood of mystery around them. This ambiance of liminality was lifted once Davidâ€™s observation was whispered into her ear. It might have been foolish to have thought that there would be any moment of relaxation while working on the case. JJ walked inside with him and when he slipped his hand into her pocket and took out her phone so casually, she tossed him a look of annoyance and glanced off. In the background of her mind, she could hear a grandfather clock from somewhere starting to chime off. Oneâ€¦twoâ€¦threeâ€¦fourâ€¦fiveâ€¦six. Six. It was six oâ€™clock. Jennifer was about to ask David if he had seen anything else but she decided that now wasnâ€™t an appropriate time for such conversation.<br/><br/>As she was whisked into the car, she buckled up, still able to shake the feeling of ease. Even though she was sure that she was being watched, she didnâ€™t feel any threat yet. JJ wasnâ€™t sure why, maybe the girth of the case hadnâ€™t yet hit her. JJ looked to David and then just slipped her phone back into her pocket and clicked the buttons on the side of it to silence its erratic ringing. â€œItalian?â€ She repeated and tried not to grin at his comment. She wondered if there was a double meaning to what he had asked but after a second thought, JJ knew she was just being foolish. There was surely no secret meaning to what he had asked. It was a simple question which only required a simple answer. â€œI do.â€ Jennifer nodded to him and glanced out the window.<br/><br/>The sun had now vanished over the horizon, creating a blur of dark purple in the sky. JJ shrugged at his second comment and just continued to watch the cars and people they passed on their way into the inner heart of New York. Once they parked, JJ got out with David and they headed inside. Once inside, smells of cilantro and oregano filled her nose. Typical Italian smells. They had to wait a few minutes to be seated and as JJ was looking around, just taking in the environment, a couple came up to them. JJ turned to face them. â€œHi.â€ JJ smiled. The couple seemed in their mid to late thirties. The male had dark curly brown hair that was slighting graying. He was dressed in a gray and navy blue argyle sweater and tan slacks. The woman had long curly brown hair and brown eyes. She was dressed in a hot pink, rather blinding similar to bubble gum, dress.<br/><br/>In the back of her mind JJ wondered if these were the unsubs who had killed couples. They looked rather foolish. Though that could easily be a front that was executed on purpose to throw suspicion off of themselves. Jennifer gave a quick look to David and took his hand slowly. â€œHello there, it seems great minds think alike.â€ The woman in the dress commented. She could see the look of question on JJâ€™s face and continued. â€œWe live across the street from you actually and we both ended up at the same restaurant. Imagine that.â€ She laughed.<br/><br/>â€œYeah, that is somethingâ€¦â€ JJ said.<br/><br/>â€œMy name is Pam and this is my husband Steven. We often go here.â€ Pam said to JJ.<br/><br/>â€œOh how lovelyâ€¦â€ JJ said and glanced to Dave. â€œIsnâ€™t it?â€ JJ shrugged. It was pretty obvious they had already been picked as a target to be stalked and killed. Now the reality was settling back in. JJ turned when their name was called. â€œExcuse us.â€ JJ said softly and she and David walked to their table behind the hostess. Once the man parading as her husband had helped seat his lady, JJ looked at the menu and then glanced over to see Pam and Steven being seated close by, which meant that she and Rossi would have to watch what they say, in case something could be overheard. â€œDo you think we should get some wine?â€ JJ asked.<br/><br/>It was also vital that she didnâ€™t give off too much of an IQ at the moment if she really had to be just some blond trophy wife. That annoyed her but she kept her anger at bay and looked to Rossi. They were being treated by work to go eat in New York City, she wouldnâ€™t mind taking advantage of it and surely David wouldnâ€™t either. Surely. â€œPerhaps we can even do some shopping after this, dear.â€ JJ suggested to him and reached over and placed her hand over his. â€œRemember the last time we went shopping together? I believe it was for a swimsuit.â€ JJ said after a moment of thought.