Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Twenty Five

Without a moment's hesitation, you move forward and drop to the floor, sliding beside the body. You sigh with relief at the blonde hair and blue eyes. It's not Rossi. Your heart continues to pound against your ribcage, because if he's not here, where is he? Standing up, you continue to sweep the house, silently ascending the stairs and ignoring the burning déjà vu. I won't find him like her, I won't.

Walking into the bedroom, you frown. Nothing's been touched. Going over to Rossi's side, you find that his jeans aren't there and your holster is laying on the ground. You can only assume he was getting dressed when he heard the door being busted and went downstairs. Where he killed someone in an attempt to survive, in an attempt to not be taken.

Then it hits you; Rossi's been kidnapped.

"Fuck!" Your voice cracks. You run a hand through your hair, trying to reign in the anger and to keep yourself from breaking down. Reaching into your pocket, you dial the only person who will have any sort of understanding for what you're going through, and who will do everything in their power to get Rossi back.

"Hotchner."

"He took him, Aaron, he took David." You pace the room, tears running down your cheeks as you try so desperately to keep your voice at bay.

Hotch doesn't need to hear anything, knowing exactly who you're talking about. "I'll be there in a second." He ends the call, gathering the team and rushing to Rossi's.

You walk into the kitchen, your mind running wild yet it's quiet. You stare at the body, recognising the features. It's the man that was driving the boat when Angelo slipped your grip. You can't tear your eyes away from the bullet hole in his head, from the blood that seeps out and pools around him. Not even when the team arrive.

"Y/N," Emily calls, rushing for you and wrapping her arms around you.

You don't move, frozen in place. You vaguely hear the team as they ask you questions, trying to get a sense of bearing to begin profiling. Finally, you turn, looking at Hotch. "He's been watching us. Spying on us for weeks." You start, ignoring the confused frowns of the team.

"How do you know?"

"I got a call this morning, telling me he was back. I went to get some things and my penthouse was trashed, and there were photos in my wardrobe. Photos of us on a case, at work, here," You grit your teeth in anger and disgust.

"Who's back?" Emily asks, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You glance at her. "Angelo."

"Oh my god! Who is that!" Penelope screeches in shock, having noticed the body. 

Immediately the team enter the kitchen and stand around. "Judging by the bullet holes around, I'd say this was Rossi." Derek profiles. You agree, pointing out your gun laying on the floor next to blood. Rossi's blood. 

You swallow back the urge to heave, glancing elsewhere. You don't want to think about him being hurt, because it's supposed to be you. You're the one that manages to get hurt, not him. The team's words fall on deaf ears as you zone out, focusing on controlling your breathing and keeping your anger down. 

If you snap, you don't know if you'll ever come back from it. 

The vibration of your phone brings you back, pulling it out and the colour draining from your skin. The air leaves your lungs as you stare at the attached video, unable to believe your eyes. Hotch watches you, stepping behind and tensing his jaw. "Garcia, we need your laptop." 

Penelope scrambles to open it, waiting for further instructions. The team gather around, confused. Hotch gently takes the phone from your grasp, sending the video to Penelope and crossing his arms over his chest. Your heart pounds in your ears as you anxiously watch the video load.