Sergeant At Arms Length

Dinner Party and Panic

*Warning PTSD trigger*

Davina's pov

After spending 2 hours at the mall trying to find a damn dress, I finally found something I could only hope would be Rossi fancy appropriate. The short black v-neckline dress is something I honestly would have never thought I would be wearing. After being in Iraq surrounded by men, getting all dolled up seemed pointless. Plus I wasn't there to look pretty I was there for missions. When I came back to the states, let's just say I was very out of my element and about gouged my eye out with an eyelash curler. God and don't even get me started on curling irons, after years of putting my hair up in buns and ponytails every day my hair is as straight as a board.

After slipping into my dress I decide to do minimum makeup and just keep it to mascara and a little foundation. And the perks of having straight hair is only having to pull a brush through it and have it be done. Once I think I look put together enough, I grab my small purse and throw my phone and chapstick in it. Checking the time as walk out of my room and see that it's half past 7. Great Davina, your late. Rushing to get out the door I swipe my keys off the table and run out the door almost forgetting to shut it behind me. After punching in Rossi's address that Garcia forwarded to my cell, I'm off.

Not even 15 minutes into the drive my thoughts start to take a turn. Should I really be going to this? I can not allow myself to get close to them, I will not let it happen. It won't happen. This team is like no other I've been on before, except maybe my team in Iraq, but my team at the CIA and my team in the undercover unit were nothing like the BAU members.

"All will be fine Davina, you'll have a few drinks with the team and some food and try to make up some small talk. Easy peasy." I huff out to the emptiness in my car "Oh who am I kidding I'd rather be back in Iraq than make small talk." In my opinion getting shot at or rushing out of a burning building is better than talking to complete strangers.

Pulling into a very high-class, posh neighborhood and I can instantly see David Rossi living here. Looking at the addresses that are sat upon a rock by the drive's ways, I finally see the one that matches my GPS. For some odd reason, I'm surprised there isn't a banner hanging off his house that says 'Rossi's Extravaganzas'. After parking and locking my car, I make my way up the wide limestone staircase that leads to a giant oak wood door. Raising my fist I knock on the door twice and wait for someone. It isn't even 10 seconds later when the door is thrown open, and I'm met with the sight of bright pink and glider and the smell of strawberries.

"You made it! We were starting to get worried you got lost." Penelope smiles and waves me into the house "Oh my god you look stunning in that dress! You have the body of a goddess woman, you must tell me your secrets. Do you do yoga? Aerobics?" Penelope rushes off as if she was going poof out of thin air any second, while I'm stuck opening and closing my mouth trying to answer her questions.

"Penelope she just got here, save the speed round for when we've all got a couple of drinks in our systems." Rossi thankfully saves me from the bubbly question generator by linking one of his arms with mine and hands me a glass of wine "Davina I'm so glad you could make it, I made my famous la pasta de Rossi especially for you." He smiles at me as we enter the kitchen where everyone is gathered around the large marble table.

Everyone looks up to see us enter the room and say a welcoming hello, while I choose to throw a shy wave to them.

"Davina so glad you made it, now we're not outnumbered by the boys." JJ smiles and goes to hug me. Which of course just made me stand there with my arms barely out while she hugged me like she's known me since grade school.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Lost track of time looking for a dress. I hope I didn't delay dinner for you all" I say and look around at all of them worried they haven't started eating because of me.