Hi, everyone! I've decided to do this story all over again, because it still didn't feel right. So I've changed it almost completely, and decided to give it another go. This story starts at the episode "Damaged" of Season 3. I have also change the name of my character, and age.
Hope you'll like it.
I do not own "Criminal Minds"
April 2008
SSA David Rossi woke up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat. It's the same dreams that haunts him every night. It has for the last 20 years. He could still hear the children screaming, he could still see them covered in blood, calling out to their parents who would never return to them. He jumped out of bed, half expecting his dog to still be there, when he remembered that he was at the cabin for the week. Not important right now.
He sat down by his desk at the home office, going through the file technical analyst Penelope Garcia had put together for him. She was the most colorful woman he had ever met, but he had grown to like her over the months he had been back at BAU, specifically for this unsolved murder. The file seemed to be too light. This couldn't be everything, there had to be more. Not wanting to call in the middle of the night, he decided to go and pay Garcia a visit. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
Penelope Garcia was fuming. Who in their right mind would bang on her door when it's after midnight? This would just not do. She was a calm spirit by heart, and she would never hurt anyone. Not on purpose that is.
"There's usually no acceptable Excuse for violence, but for you I am making an exception." She hissed, mostly to herself as she opened her front door, still wet from her shower, which she was thoroughly enjoying. She did not expect him to stand there.
"Oh, my god, agent Rossi." She said, trying to cover up more, suddenly feeling a lot more naked than she just did, but he didn't seem to notice.
"This can't be everything." Rossi said, showing her the file.
"I'm sorry, sir?"
"This is not everything." Rossi kept on saying.
"I was taking a show You're coming in." Garcia tried to say, when Rossi barged into her apartment. She looked around nervously, as if she was hiding something.
"This is that Galen file I asked you to put together, That double homicide in Indianapolis?" Rossi said, trying to remind her.
"Uh, no, no, sir, you didn't ask me to put anything together." Garcia argued softly.
"There's more to this case file." He was getting agitated, and Garcia tried her best to calm him down.
"Um uh, sir, can this wait till the morning?" She tried to ask, but he wouldn't listen.
"And where are my notes, my original crime scene notes?" Rossi asked her.
"Again, sir, you didn't ask for the specifics. You just told me to look up an old case." Garcia told him, and it looked like he had smoke coming out of his ears.
"Do I have to tell you how to look for everything? What kind of a researcher are you?" He practically yelled.
"I'm not a researcher, I'm a technical analyst." Garcia told him, and that made him raise an eyebrow.
"What the hell Does that even mean?" Rossi asked her, as someone came out of the bathroom.
"You left the middle of My back totally unloofaed." The voice said, making Rossi turn around, looking straight at Kevin Lynch, and he was naked.
"SSA Rossi." Kevin said, trying his best to cover up.
"Agent Rossi, I am aware that Fraternization Between bureau employees Is against the rules." Garcia started to say, but Rossi just ignored what happened.
"It's the 20th anniversary of this crime. 20 years tomorrow, three children woke up and found their parents murdered. Whoever did it Is still out there. It's time they paid for it." Rossi said before he left the apartment. He took a deep intake of breath when he closed the door. He knew he should've involved his team on this, but it was only one person he would wanted to help him with this.
His daughter.
A woman was sitting on her front porch of her cabin high up in the mountains, flipping the pages to one of her favorite books. The sun had gone down hours ago, and the bird calls was replaced with the sound of crickets, and life felt good and peaceful for a change. The wind shifted lightly, as she turned another page of her book. The book saddened her every time she read it, but she could not help herself. It was a beautiful story to be a part of, and she loved every second of it.
"Because I wanted you." He turned from the window to face me. "More than I ever wanted anything in my life," he added softly.
I continued staring at him, dumbstruck. Whatever I had been expecting, it wasn't this. Seeing my openmouthed expression, he continued lightly. "When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I'd have no doubt. And I didn't. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, 'Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman'"
I started toward him, and he backed away, talking rapidly. "I said to myself, 'She's mended ye twice in as many hours, me lad; life amongst the MacKenzies being what it is, it might be as well to wed a woman as can stanch a wound and set broken bones.' And I said to myself, 'Jamie, lad, if her touch feels so bonny on your collarbone, imagine what it might feel like lower down...'"
He dodged around a chair. "Of course, I thought it might ha' just been the effects of spending four months in a monastery, without benefit of female companionship, but then that ride through the dark together"-he paused to sigh theatrically, neatly evading my grab at his sleeve-"with that lovely broad arse wedged between my thighs"-he ducked a blow aimed at his left ear and sidestepped, getting a low table between us-"and that rock-solid head thumping me in the chest"-a small metal ornament bounced off his own head and went clanging to the floor-"I said to myself..."
He was laughing so hard at this point that he had to gasp for breath between phrases. "Jamie...I said...for all she's a Sassenach bitch...with a tongue like an adder's ...with a bum like that...what does it matter if she's a f-face like a sh-sh-eep?"
I tripped him neatly and landed on his stomach with both knees as he hit the floor with a crash that shook the house.
"You mean to tell me that you married me out of love?" I demanded. He raised his eyebrows, struggling to draw in breath.
"Have I not...just been...saying so?"
Abby's p.o.v
The ringing of my phone interrupted my reading. There's moments like these that I curse myself for bringing my phone up here with me. I looked over at my dog, Mudgie, which my dad bought for me, hoping that I would appreciate hunting like he did. Look how well that turned out. Here he was, lying in the morning sun, not chasing the birds across the pond. He was the laziest dog ever.
I looked at the name on the screen, already decided that I didn't want to answer it. It was my dad, or my adoptive father. 14 years ago, he took me in, gave me a home after my mom died. He didn't have the heart to leave a ten-year-old behind. When I turned 18, I asked him to adopt me, and it was the happiest day of his life. I let out a sigh and hit the green button.
"Hey, dad."
"Hey, kiddo, I'm sorry for disturbing you up at the cabin, but I really need your help."
"Is everything all right? Are you okay?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I'm fine. You know how you said that if I went back to the BAU, and I needed your help with a case, you would help me? Well… it's the 20th anniversary of the Galen case, and I've had enough. I want to find the son of a bitch that did this, and I want you to help me."
"But dad, you have a whole team to help you with this. I've already told you that I needed some time alone…"
"I know, Abby. But I don't want their help on this one. This is all on me, and preferably on you. You know me like nobody else does, and it's you I need, kiddo, please."
I hated it when my father begged me like this. He knew that I couldn't say no to him.
"Fine. Tell me what you need me to do."
"I'm going to be in Indianapolis tomorrow morning. How long do you think you'll take to get here?"
"I don't know… If I leave now, I'll be there just about the same time. I'm really not looking forward to drive all night, dad."
"I know you don't, sweetheart. But I love you for it. Now, I need to pay someone a visit, and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah… I kinda like you too… Sometimes. Bye Dad."
I hung up the phone, letting out a deep sigh. I glance down at my favorite book. I let my fingers run down the worn-out cover, thinking out loud.
"Well, Jamie Frazer… I guess we'll continue our date later." I said. Great! I'm talking to a book.
I left Mudgie on the porch and walked back inside to pack my bag. I made sure to keep my gun with me at all times, mostly because you never know what you're up against. It was no brainer, that I followed in my father's footsteps and became an agent. I wasn't the brightest in my class, but I had a love for knowledge and a killer instinct. I had a great teacher in my dad, who taught from a young age. So, he was proud of me for finishing the FBI academy at Quantico. They wanted me to join the FBI after I graduated, but I decided on doing an internship somewhere else, to gain even more experience. Every now and then, Jason Gideon would join and teach me a few tricks. I felt really lucky, but there was a time in my life, when I wasn't that lucky.
"Come on Mudgie, it's time to leave." I called for my dog. Like I said; my dad hoped that I would fall in love with hunting like he did, but no such luck. I was good with a handgun, though.
If I wasn't at the shooting range, the gym, or going through old files my dad had in his study, I was more than happy to read my beloved books about love, and other stupid stuff. I love myself a classic.
I knew that my dad wouldn't have called me down from our cabin if it wasn't completely necessary. He knew that my nightmares had started again, and he wanted me to collect myself, and then maybe come and join him at Quantico. But I told him before that I wasn't sure if I wanted to do it. Dad wanted me to work on the memories that came back from the time my mother was murdered. I hated to talk about it. For the last 14 years, I have not been able to forget about what happened. And I never understood why they never stopped him.
I knew I couldn't hide forever, and I needed to dig down deep, and finally know what happened to her. It's for my mom, and for myself.
I should probably introduce myself. My name is Abby. Abigail Rossi. I am 25 years old, and the proud adopted daughter of SSA David Rossi, and I was about to pull myself out in the world of psychopaths.
I have a feeling, there's no turning back from here.
There is the first Chapter! I am almost done with the next one, and think that I'll be able to finish it tonight. Please give it a chance, and I think this time, it will work out.
Please let me know what you think!
