Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Thirty One

Perching yourself on the table, you sip your warm beverage, your food eaten. The dark sky grows lighter with each passing second, the sun pushing its way above the horizon. You release a deep sigh, your body aching and your knuckles pounding at every movement. 

As much as you want to be wrapped around Rossi at all times of the day, you chose to sit outside for a few minutes, allowing the team and him some space. It felt awkward and tense between you and them, considering the last time they saw you, you got into it with Hotch and drove off to find Rossi on your own. Not to mention that your relationship is public now. 

Downing the last of your drink, you continue to hold it in your hands, your elbows resting on your thighs. You tense at the sound of footsteps approaching, having wanted to be alone and also hoping it isn't Hotch or Derek. The person rounds the corner, a signature smirk on his face.

"This just looks depressing." Ingram scrunches his nose at the public table and the trash littering the area. "Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend, never leaving his side and attending to his every need like the good little girl you are?" 

You scoff, shooting him a sideways glare, though you are thankful for his playful banter. The tension eases from your shoulders, allowing you to relax. "Good to see you too." You mutter plainly, placing the takeaway cup between your feet. 

"No, but seriously, why aren't with, whatever his name is?" Ingram waves his hand in emphasis. 

You can't help but chuckle. "David," You remind him, shaking your head lightly. "The team's in there with him and they need their space." 

"Huh," He frowns, grimacing as he takes a seat beside you. 

You laugh at his posh state, knowing that his suit is worth thousands. "What are you doing here?" 

"Checking in on you. I was worried when I watched you get dragged out in handcuffs and your David, on a stretcher, both of you covered in blood. One of my associates explained the situation and informed me you were headed for the hospital with your team. What's going to happen to you now?"

Biting the inside of your lip, "I'm not sure. One of my old colleagues shot a serial rapist three times and said it was in self-defence. I know it wasn't, and I didn't say anything because the world is better off without him, and the Bureau accepted it. But none of my shots was self-defence, maybe they say Angelo's was, but we all know it wasn't. They know my past, it wouldn't surprise me if they let me go." 

"What would you do?" Ingram asks, meaning the possibility of your termination. You shrug. The both of you sit in silence for a moment, Ingram pondering a thought. "I could use a business partner, on the legitimate side of course." You turn to face him properly. "Lots changed in the past few years sis, Luxe Industries owns a great population of the Lose Angeles and surrounding areas, not to mention a few smaller businesses here and there."

"You don't have to move here, you can stay in Virginia and travel when the meetings are necessary and I'm happy to stand in whenever. You'd have zero ties to the corrupt side of things, only being the face of Luxe Industries."

You look at him with interest, your brows raised slightly. "Let's wait and see what my section chief says, and go from there." 

Ingram grins. "Right," He slides off the table, dusting his pants. "I think you've had your pity party long enough, let's go introduce me to your boyfriend." He muses, finding the term hilarious. 

You roll your eyes at him, throwing your rubbish in the bin as you enter the hospital. "I bet you $200, he's been staring at the door waiting for you to walk through."