Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Fourteen

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Suicide

Putting the hair curler down, you frown through the mirror. You don't recognise yourself, at least not the woman you are today. Instead, you see a frightened girl, who does exactly what is asked of her to not wind up punished like her brother. 

Exhaling deeply, you glance down at your suit, admiring the black on black. You bite your lip at your very exposed cleavage, the bralette being somewhat supportive in case you find yourself fighting for your life, which hopefully tonight doesn't come to. 

You roll your shoulders back, masking the fear and nervousness that rack your body with amusement and intimidation. For tonight to work, you need to remind everyone, remind your brother just how dangerous you are. Gone is the Agent Y/N Y/L/N, now replaced with Conrad's unpredictable daughter, the sibling that had no care of anyone but her family and lived with a short fuse that when exploded, left no survivors. 

You walk out of the women's bathroom, ignoring the stares as you stride to the conference room, the team looking at you in surprise. You grab your guns, unbuttoning your blazer and stuffing them inside the pockets and resting your high heel on a seat, pulling your pant leg up to strap your smaller gun into the holster. 

Straightening, you blink at the team. "What?" 

"Nothing." Emily answers. 

"Right..." You drawl, glancing around the room. Your eyes settle on Rossi, who stares at you with his lips parted. His eyes rake your body and eventually connect with yours, filled with hunger and lust. He closes his mouth and swallows. You can't hide the smirk. 

Hotch clears his throat, approaching you with a mic. "It's not that I don't trust you, but we need to hear everything that's going on. With your help, it was easier for Garcia to hack the security cameras, so we have sight of you." 

You nod, allowing Hotch to put the microphone in your suit. "I need you all to understand, that what you will hear tonight, it was from a long time ago. You're going to meet a different Y/N, and for that, I'm sorry. But," You pause. "No matter what happens, I don't want anyone rushing in unless I give the word, am I clear?" 

You stare at Rossi, knowing he abandons protocol and rushes headfirst into situations. And that's the last thing you need. 

"You can't ask us to do that Y/N," Derek argues. 

"I can, and I did. No matter how much my brother may say he will kill me, he won't. But he will kill you if you rush in like heroes." You glance down at your watch, exhaling a shaky breath as you read the time. It's time to go. "Now if you don't mind, I have a wedding to crash." 

You exit the conference room and stride toward the front doors of the precinct, heading toward the parking garage where your Ferrari Enzo awaits you. You had stored it at your garage when you lived in L.A, working at this very precinct before you left for the FBI. Now seems like a good time to take it for a drive. 

"I don't know who's sexier, you or the car." 

"Always the car." You counter, turning around to see Rossi. "Shouldn't you be getting ready?" 

He shrugs. "You weren't going to say goodbye?" 

"It's not like I'm leaving forever David." 

"But you're going into the lion's den, and you expect me to just sit back and wait for a code word?" Rossi tucks his thumbs into his back pockets, his eyes stern as he stares down at you. 

"I need you to trust me, I know what I'm walking into." You step forward, placing your hand on his chest reassuringly. 

"Of course I trust you, I trust you with my life but," He pauses. "I don't like this, you putting yourself on the front lines."