Eternal | David Rossi

7

You woke in a king-sized bed, tucked inside the dark gray comforter surrounding you. The sheets were silky, clearly expensive. You unconsciously inhaled the scent around you, your eyes opening at the familiar scent. Thick cologne and cigars, a hint of aftershave. David Rossi's signature scent.

As your eyes opened, you realized you were in his bed. You were in David Rossi's bed. Your heart skipped a beat, your body shook.

You sat upright quickly, taking in the room you were in. It was large, painted a light grey, decorated manly-ish. Everything was accented with black. Black and gray, dark oak wood furniture. Your eyes snapped to a door across from the bed you were in. That must be the doorway to the hallway, your eyes traveled over to the a door on the side, well, that must be the master's suite.

Pushing the covers off, you scrambled out of the bed. You looked down, realizing your blazer was off, your blouse untucked, shoes off. Luckily your pants were still on but your belt was gone. Had he undressed you?

Your mind reeled as you thought back on what had happened before you fell asleep. Memories came flooding back to you. The conference room. Your father. Rossi's office. Hotch's questioning. Crying, lots of crying. Rossi's car. His house. The couch. The conversation. No, no, you told him! You told him?! Why?!

Heading to the bathroom you shut the door, locking it. You fucking told him. He- god! You looked into the mirror, noticing you looked like absolute shit. You could tell you had been crying and there were dark circles under your eyes.

You splashed cold water on your face from the large sink in his bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you took in the bathroom. It was large. Like big for a bathroom. There were two sinks, one for a man, one for a woman. A large bath that could fit two people in it, if need be. A gigantic shower that had lovely looking shower heads that would spray water like it was raining.

Your eyes traveled across the sink you were at. It was marble with a black faucet and handles. Rossi's cologne was sitting on the side, a toothbrush and toothpaste beside it. He lived like an absolute king.

Pulling yourself away from it, you didn't want to invade- didn't want to profile Rossi, that would be wrong, especially after everything he had done for you.

Composing yourself, you opened the bathroom door, stepping back into his room. You took this time to closely examine it. You stepped around the bed, rubbing your fingers over the dark oak wood dresser. It was smooth and there were a few pictures lining it. Pictures of the team, a book signing event, an older woman- probably his mother.

You went to the curtains, opening them slightly to see the backyard. The window was ginormous and there was a deck that hung over the patio. It would be a great place to sit and drink coffee at.

You turned back to the bed, it was a dark charcoal gray color, the sheets a lighter gray, silk for sure. There was matching dark oak nightstands on either side. You could tell the left side was where he slept, there was a clock and a place to put a water. Both nightstands had small lamps.

You pulled the blankets back up over the pillows, not wanting to ruin his bed. Why did he let you sleep in his bed? He had several different guest bedrooms, you remembered the one time you had stayed over, the whole team had. You had stayed in a guest bedroom with JJ.

Looking at the clock, you saw it was 4:30pm. How long had you slept? And how long had it been since your father showed up at the BAU? Where you worked, where you made a family, where you felt safe.

You pushed the thoughts away. You needed to leave. Get out of Rossi's house and get away from everything. By now, the whole team probably knew about your damaging past.