Eternal | David Rossi

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TW: Mentions of sexual abuse.

Luckily, the case was solved pretty quickly. The unsub was a woman looking for redemption because she was raped. Rossi hadn't brought up your nightmare, but you could tell he was watching you closely. You tried to steer clear of him, worried he would profile you and reveal what you've been hiding from the team.

Now, you were in the conference room at the BAU, the team surrounding you as you reviewed previous cases, finishing up paperwork.

Hotch was drop dead in his work, quiet and brooding. JJ was conversing quietly with Emily about a case. Derek wasn't working at all, scrolling through his phone and every time Hotch would look up, act like he was reading a report. Spencer was flying through his paperwork, already taking on some of Derek's load. Rossi was working quietly, sipping on his coffee every once in awhile and if you weren't wrong, glancing at you every so often. You were taking your time with the paperwork, writing carefully, thinking deeply. To you, paperwork was almost relaxing, allowed you to think over the case.

You were on your third case, when Garcia opened the door to the room cheerfully. She handed Derek a coffee and smiled at everyone, "How's it going my beautiful babes?"

Hotch sighed, "Working." Ooh, what a mood killer.

Derek smiled, "As boss man said, still working. Unfortunately." Hotch sent him a glare before turning back to his work.

Garcia smiled, "Does anyone need anything?" There were a collective of no's and no thanks you's.

Garcia glanced at you, "Oh! Yeah, that's what I was supposed to tell you, y/n." You looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Someone's waiting for you in the lobby. He's your father?" Her voice was bright, but you were far from it. All color in your face drained immediately. Your father?

A few members of the team looked up, feeling the mood in the room shift. You blinked, "Uh- okay."

Garcia looked at you curiously, "I've never met him, you've never talked about him really. But supposedly he's here."

You got up, shakily, "Y-yeah, okay, uh-" you brushed past her before you threw up on the floor. Everyone looked up now, worry passing between the team.

"Y/n?" Spencer called, being the one who knew you best. He could tell you were internally freaking out.

"Yeah? I'm fine- Uh-"

Garcia frowned, "Babe, you look sick. Is something wrong? What do you want me to tell reception?"

"Uh-" you rubbed your face, starting to sweat, "Uh-nothing. Just uh-" you never stumbled on your words like this.

Hotch stood up as you put a hand on the wall to steady yourself, "Y/n, what's going on?" Rossi was up now too, clearly concerned.

"I'm fine, Uh-" Rossi reached you first, putting a hand on your shoulder to steady you. Hotch and him exchanged a look. Everyone in the room was frowning, something was definitely wrong with you. You tipped into Rossi and he held you up.

"Y/n," you closed your eyes, "y/n," you didn't answer.

You heard Hotch say, "Take her to your office. Garcia, figure out who's in the lobby. Now."

"Sir, he said he was her father- I don't-"

"I don't care. Figure out who it is from the cameras." Hotch ordered sternly. You felt as Rossi helped you move into his office, where he closed the door, the blinds already shut. You all but fell onto the couch, but he caught you, lowering you into it.