Just a quick one-shot in two parts. Dave has messed up big time and hurt JJ's feelings. Nothing seems to get thru to her…now he's going to have to grovel.
Written as a pinch hit for the March Madness prompt challenge.
TV prompt: "In The Heat Of The Night"
Song prompt: (ironically) "In The Heat Of The Night" by Bill Champlin
In The Heat Of The Night
JJ rolled over and hugged the pillow. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried to will herself asleep. But no matter how hard she tried, sleep was going to be just as much of a pain in her ass as Dave Rossi.
"I wouldn't be surprised if they were in cahoots with one another to make me insane," she mumbled and looked at the clock on her nightstand. 2 am. Maybe she should try to count sheep…or UNSUBs. Mentally, she began the one trick that always seemed to work.
"Arrrgh!" she growled and slapped her hands against the mattress in frustration. "Damn you, Dave Rossi! You just had to show how big you are by going and showing off in front of everyone and telling me how to do my damn job! What I did or didn't do had no impact on that case nor did it hinder catching the UNSUB. You just wanted to show that you are a big fucking know-it-all in front of the team!"
JJ turned and looked at the pillow next hers and felt the tears well up. Lightly her hand ran over the slight indentation. It had been nearly a week since he had embarrassed her and she kicked him out of their bedroom and her life. And God, how she missed him. She thought she could handle seeing him at work, but as each day passed and he tried to worm his way back into her heart, she felt her anger and sadness begin to mingle.
"Just forget about him, Jayje," she commanded herself. "Now go to sleep!"
Once again she closed her eyes, but sleep refused to come.
It was going to be a long night.
Dave Rossi stood out on the lawn under JJ's window and rubbed his hands together. Of all the things he had done in his life, this had to be the stupidest, most asinine thing he had ever jumped into…aside from his third marriage. No, scratch that - even his third sentence to the Big House, had nothing on the lifetime of hell he had sentenced himself to…and it was all because of his big mouth and Olympic sized ego.
"Way to go, Dave," he chastised himself. "You finally get the one in a million girl and what do you do? You belittle her in front of the team and then embarrass her even more. You ought to be glad Morgan didn't beat you down for that stupid stunt." He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.
"Or worse, he could have set Garcia on you. What the hell were you thinking?"
Slumping his shoulders down, he closed his eyes. That was the problem: he hadn't been thinking. He was frustrated with the case and the UNSUBs and Strauss breathing down his neck for some made up infraction he supposedly did, that when he let loose, he took it out on the woman he loved.
Okay, so yes, she had disobeyed a direct order from Hotch to leave the victim's widow and come back to headquarters. Yes, she told Hotch that she was staying. But no, it had no impact on the outcome of the case. She wasn't a profiler and her input wouldn't have made or broke the case…it was the principle of the thing. She had disobeyed the Unit Chief.
Dave looked up at the sky. Maybe he did jump the gun by calling her and demanding that she get her ass back to the station if she knew what was good for her. And maybe he had pushed it by bawling her out in front of the team. If none of them had guessed that they were a couple before then, there was no doubt in any one's mind after she stormed out of the bullpen in tears…Garcia and Emily running behind her.
A deaf man could have heard Hotch bitching him out behind the closed office door. It was all he could do to remain in place and not speak as the man he had groomed for Unit Chief ripped him from stem to stern. The list of violations was enough to get him suspended for a week without pay. But that wasn't what hurt; JJ shut him out. Not only at work, but at her house.
He had gone home after work to find his suitcase and three of her personal carry on bags sitting on the porch.
He tried knocking and ringing the door bell. He tried shouting her name. He even tried calling - to no avail. She wasn't going to budge. Well, neither was he. Until that first night he rolled over searching for her and his arms came up empty.
He wanted to be back with her in their bed. He wanted to be loving his woman. But nothing he did was getting thru. She ignored him if they weren't on a case. She had thrown away the bouquets and gave the chocolates to Garcia and Prentiss. And there wasn't enough curse words for caller ID.
But tonight was different. Tonight he was going to win her back…or get shot…or arrested. He really hoped it was the first choice and not the latter. Burrowing deep into his coat, he paused. He could get shot when all of this was over, but he didn't care.