A Different Kind of Love

Power of Attorney-Rossi

Reader bugs Rossi while he works. She pops an important question, and who is he to refuse his piccolo of anything? (Father/daughter type of relationship). 

"Hey, David?" You called as you stepped into his office. He smirked, always finding it funny you called him 'David.' Not many people called him by his full name. 

"Mm?" he hummed, as he looked up from his case files, "What do you need, piccolo?" You flopped down on his couch, propping your feet up. 

"Derek's being an ass and Hotch gave us a shitload of paperwork. What do I look like, a fucking genius? God damn. We already have a human robot." 

Rossi chuckled, "Okay, so you're here to get away?"

"Yep." You popped the 'p.'

"Great, then get your feet off my couch." You sighed and did as you were told, not wanting to piss the older man off. 

Your head popped up from behind his couch arm, "Whatcha' doing?"

"Paperwork." He grunted, "Like you're supposed to be doing." He shuffled his stack of papers. You pouted, getting up and instead flopping down in the chair opposite of him. 

"Nice. Hey, I have a question." You said, grabbing one of his picture frames. It was one of him in the Marines. 

"Mhm?" he hummed as he did his best to keep working. 

"So, let's say... hypothetically.."

"Hypothetically..?" he pressed, signing one of his documents. 

"I get hurt," that happened more often than not, "would you..."

"Mm?"

"Would you be interested in being my power of attorney? Like if I get shot and I go into a coma, you make the decisions?" you blurted it out like it wasn't a big deal. 

His head shot up as he finally processed what you had asked him. He set his pen down carefully, "Hypothetically or are you asking me right now?"

You licked your lips, "Well- now, I guess? I just- sorry, it's stupid, I shouldn't have even ask-"

"No. What we do is dangerous. You definitely need a power of attorney set up." He paused, "But me? Are you sure that's what you would want?" 

You shrugged, "You know how my family is. Dad's a drunk and my mom's disappeared off of the face of the earth. I thought.. why not you? You know me best I think." 

Rossi slowly nodded, "Okay. That's- That's a big question, y/n."

You frowned, "Okay, it's fine. I thought I'd ask and if I do get in a coma, whatever, right? It's not-"

"Woah, I didn't say I wouldn't, piccolo. I'm just... I'm flattered is all."

You smiled, "Flattered? You'll have to make decisions like; should I have a a catheter in or a bedpan if I'm in a coma? That's not very flattering, David."

Rossi chuckled, "No, but.. you trust me to decide what's best for you. It.. That's a big thing. Trust is, I mean." 

You tapped your foot, "So.... that's a yes, right?"

Rossi smiled, "That's a yes."

You grinned, shooting up, "Sweet! Now I can get Hotch off of my back about that." You moved around Rossi's desk and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, "You're a lifesaver- a godsend!" 

Rossi laughed, "Okay, alright. Love you too, y/n." 

You pulled back, "So, do you want to go get coffees with me? The shop on ninth?"

Rossi rolled his eyes, "We always go there, piccolo."

"Yeah? They're fucking great!" You skipped around his desk, grabbing your jacket off of his couch, "Oh, and can you pay? I forgot my wallet at home?"

Rossi paused putting his papers away, raising an eyebrow, "Forgot? Again?"

At least you blushed in embarrassment, "Uh... yeah...?"

He sighed, "You owe me twenty dollars, kiddo."

"You got it." You winked, looping your arm with his to lead him out of his stuffy office. "Sunshine Coffee, here we come!" Rossi could only chuckle, happy you were getting along just fine. 

His piccolo.