Eternal | David Rossi

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This chapter contains smut, so you've been warned. 

Rossi woke you up for the third time and you groaned, "Leave me alone..."

He shushed you gently, "You need more Tylenol, come on." You tried to roll onto your side, but he kept you on your back.

"Dave..." you groaned, trying to swat his hands away. Your head was thrumming and you were blaming it on him for waking you up.

"Shh, you need medicine, y/n." he comforted, trying to get you to open your eyes and take the pills that were in his hand. Hotch was the only other person on the jet who was awake, the rest were fast asleep. He stood up, coming over to you and Rossi.

"Y/n, take the Tylenol." Hotch ordered and your eyes snapped open at the new and strict voice. Rossi smiled softly, tipping your head up so you could take the pills. You downed them, wanting to go back to sleep.

You glared at Hotch, "I hate you too." Your heated look didn't last long as Rossi set your head back on the pillow. You groaned, closing your eyes.

"You can hate me. I'm still your boss either way." Hotch stated, touching your forehead to make sure you weren't hot. Rossi sighed, hoping you would fall asleep quickly. Hotch withdrew his hand, satisfied to find your skin was cool.

You tried to roll onto your side, but if you did, you could re-open your cut, so Rossi kept you in place. "Y/n, if you do that you're going to open your cut again."

"Cut schmut, if I bleed out, maybe you'll let me sleep." You grumbled.

"Y/n...." Rossi warned.

Hotch shook his head in amusement. "Y/n, go to sleep. You need your rest and if you even want to think about coming into work tomorrow, you will listen." You huffed, but stayed quiet. Within seconds of settling down, your head tipped to the side, your breaths deep and rhythmic. You were out cold again.

Hotch smirked, "She's a handful."

"Tell me about it." Rossi huffed, laying his head back into the couch cushions.

"Get some sleep, Dave. I'll wake her in the next to couple of hours." Hotch stated.

"Aaron, I can-"

"You can, but you need rest too." Hotch wasn't wrong so Rossi grunted, letting his own eyelids close. He trusted Hotch would wake you when needed.

Hotch made a small smile as Rossi fell asleep just as fast as you had. He took a seat opposite of the couch, pulling out his case files to work on. He looked at his watch, making sure he woke you in a few hours to check up on you.

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It was a few hours later when someone shook you awake, muttering about landing. Landing where? You were in a bed for God's sake.

"Y/n."

"Go to 'leep, you 'eirdo." you swatted the hand that was on your shoulder, refusing to open your eyes.

"Y/n, we're landing." Landing? What? Your eyes cracked open and you saw Rossi hovering over you. As soon as your eyes were open, Rossi gently pulled you upright, clipping on your seatbelt.

Oh. Landing. As in jet. The jet was landing. You looked across the aisle where Hotch was, packing away his files. You groaned, your head throbbing as the jet descended. Rossi heard the small groan, patting your knee.

The jet jostled around and your hurt head jiggled around, making your head flare up in pain. Rossi stilled your rocking head with his hand, doing his best to keep it steady.