A Different Kind of Love

Secrets Never Did Anyone Good-Rossi

Reader is caught up in a whole mess. Rossi finally understands why their relationship ended and why he needs to find her.

TW: Gore, kidnapping, torture.

You breathed out a deep breath, setting your head against the bricks of the building. You put your hand on the wall to keep you upright as you centered yourself. You felt your bruised knuckles, split open at the tips, burning slightly.

You reached for your phone, dialing the first number. You held it up to your ear, hearing it click as someone picked up.

"Y/n? It's three in the morning." David Rossi. Of all people. The man you had recently broken up with. Shit.

"Sorry- I-"

He heard the crack in your voice, the choked breaths.

"Y/n, what's wrong? Where are you?"

You shuddered, bile rising in your throat, "Got in a... attacked- he-... I need help-"

There was quick shuffling.

"Okay. I'm coming. Where are you, y/n? Can you tell me where you are?"

You lifted your head, spotting a neon sign that said, Hipster Barz.

"I- Hipster Barz... I... Dave I can't, I can't-" you stumbled to the ground, phone barely staying in your hands.

"No, hold on, I'm coming. Y/n, hey- y/n-"

"I think... I think he slashed me.. I can't-" you felt blood on your fingertips as you clamped your hand over your side.

"Where? Y/n, where?"

"S-Side.. I—" you leaned over and threw up, hearing Rossi's panicked voice as he tried to get you to respond.

"Y/n- y/n! Can you hear me?! Y/n!"

You sniffled, gagging before rasping, "Got s-sick.. shock..?"

"I'm close, okay? Hold on for me. Keep talking to me, anything you want to talk about, just keep talking, y/n."

"What if he.. comes back..." you croaked, fear tingling in your body.

"He's not coming back. I'll be there in three minutes, y/n." You heard a car honk in the background as he cursed the traffic in Italian. "Y/n."

You rolled onto your back, sucking in a deep breath, not able to form a coherent sentence. You just really wanted him to come. You needed him right now.

"Y/n. Hey! Y/n. Answer me- you still there? Y/n!"

You squeezed your eyes shut, "Coming..?"

"Yes. I'm- here. I'm coming." His voice was tense and you laid your head back with a groan. He continued to force you to answer small questions, just to make sure you were with him.

"I'm here. Okay? I'm here. I'm gonna stay on the line while I find you, okay? Y/n?"

"Mhm.." you hummed.

You heard shuffling and he kept mumbling he was coming as he ran to find you. You heard loud footsteps enter the alleyway and then your phone beeped off as he dropped on the ground beside you.

He lifted your head up, "Hey, hey." Your eyes fluttered open to look at him.

"..Dave..?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Okay, alright." His hand slid down beside your wet side, fingers lifting your shirt up to find the slice in your skin. "It's just a graze, not too bad, okay?"