/ My first Rossi/Prentiss fic. It was based on the song Dance with my father by Luther Van Dross. The chapter alternate between the present and flashbacks of Rossi's childhood. I'm going to try and upload a chapter every couple of days, and I would really love if you could review and give me constructive criticism. Anyway, I hope you enjoy :)

What happens when David Rossi is threatening to leave his unborn child like his father left him as a child?/

Chapter 1

12th August, 2012

All of those involved heard the explosion, a handful of them witnessed it, but only one person felt the full force of it: David Rossi. His body was cast aside like a piece of trash, hitting the warehouse opposite before falling limply to the floor.

Emily Prentiss, who had been metres behind him, dropped her gun and ran over to him. She knelt down next to him and pulled his head into his lap, cradling it as though it were a baby. She ran a hand through his hair, using the other to map the features of his face. She could feel the tears stinging her eyes, but she didn't let them fall.

"Rossi," she whispered, afraid that her voice would break. "Dave... David, talk to me." It was an order, not a request.

"Em," was all he managed to get out, barely conscious. She leant her head down and stole a kiss from him, only receiving a bloody kiss from him in return before he passed out.

The unit chief, Aaron Hotchner, ran over, followed by the rest of the BAU team and the EMT's. A now covered in blood and crying Emily refused to leave his side; to let go of his limp body, despite the fact that he was bleeding heavily.

She could faintly hear her co-workers talking to her, but none of it actually registered until Hotch dragged her away. Only then did she let the EMT's tend to him.

"Come on Em, we need to get you changed out of those clothes," JJ said, wrapping a comforting arm around her friend. Emily frowned, wondering what she was going on about, before glancing down. She realised then, that her clothes were covered with blood. His blood.

"I think I'm going to be sick," she said, feeling her stomach muscles clench and force up her breakfast which she ended up spewing all over the floor in front of both them. JJ rubbed her back until there was nothing left to spill, before leading her off. JJ didn't mention the bloody kiss – none of them did.

Hotch and Morgan stood by the EMT's as they worked on getting Dave's neck brace on, as well as trying to stem the bleed.

"What happened man?" Morgan asked, glancing at the burning building behind them, firemen working to calm the blaze. All Hotch could do was offer a shrug.

"I assume that the UnSub pre-planned everything and hoped to catch at least one of us in the blast. The only person that survived and knows what happened is unconscious," he mused, glancing at his old friend.

Morgan just nodded and watched on as the EMT's loaded Rossi onto the stretcher. The older one turned to face the pair of them.

"Which one of you will be riding with us?" He asked, the question spoken rather urgently as they loaded him into the back of the ambulance. Neither of them really had to think about the answer.

"I will," Hotch said, climbing in after the paramedic had. "Follow behind in the SUV Morgan; and phone Garcia on the way too," he ordered. Morgan gave another nodded.

"Will do, Hotch," he replied as the doors were slammed shut. Hotch just let sat back and let the paramedic, Adam, do his job. He began to work quickly on keeping Rossi stable whilst patching a call through to the hospital about their pending arrival.

At the hospital, they wheeled Rossi straight through to surgery once Aaron had given them permission to do whatever was needed in order to save him; leaving Aaron to sit in the waiting room to hope that the others arrive sooner rather than later.

About 20 minutes later, the team arrived; all of them worried. Emily had been unusually quiet, her arms wrapped around her stomach; still feeling weak from throwing up earlier.

"Are you sure you don't want to get checked out?" JJ asked her, fiddling with her wedding ring; she and Hotch had been married for nearly 6 months. Emily just nodded and not another word was said about it.

They all had coffee. Time passed. Garcia arrived and more time passed. None of them could settle whilst they knew their friend and co-worker was in danger. Roughly 2 hours after they arrived, a surgeon came out into the waiting room and called Rossi's name. Emily responded before any of them could get over to him.

"How is he? Is he alright? Oh, God, please tell me he's alright," she said, the tears threatening to fall from her eyes yet again. The surgeon waited for the others before speaking.

"David is stable. We've managed to stop the bleeding that was putting pressure on his brain, and we've removed the shrapnel. However, he did receive a severe head trauma, so there's no telling when he'll wake up. It could be tomorrow, next week, even months from now," he explained. "There's just no telling." The surgeon felt the need to repeat that part. "You can see him now, but no more than 2 at a time." With that said, he disappeared off to attend to his other patients.

"Have his next of kin been informed? Just in case," Reid asked, seeming his same innocent, yet worried self. Hotch shook his head and went to speak, but was interrupted by Emily.

"Yeah, they have. I phoned Adrienne and Mark on the way up," she said, no emotion behind it. The team looked to her, eyebrows raised, yet they simply nodded.

"Why don't you go and see him, and we'll come back tomorrow?" Garcia suggested, having seen the time. Emily just nodded.

"Sure," she whispered, adding a quick, "bye," on at the end. She didn't stop to see them leave, but headed straight to Rossi's private room. Stepping inside, she shut the door and locked it, shutting the blinds too. It was then, and only then, that she let the tears fall.

Emily pulled the chair up to the side of the bed, using her sleeve to wipe away the tears; they just refused to stop. Rossi had a bandage wrapped tightly around his head and a tube sticking out of his mouth to help him breathe.

Reaching over, she wrapped her hand around his and raised it to her face, leaning her head against it and closing her eyes.

"Please wake up," she whispered, trying to sound strong; secretly hoping that he could hear her. "We need you, Dave. Squirt and I need you." Emily stroked her stomach, whispering, "we need you," again. Taking a deep breath, she leant her head against his stomach and fell asleep, their hands never separating.