Just Good Friends

By

Mrsrossino4

Hi kids! I have to first thank Hx Chick for giving me the idea for this story. I know I still need to complete one, but I promise to do that as soon as I work out the details. This story will begin as rated T, but might progress to M in later chapters. I really would like some feedback, so feel free to give plenty! As always, flamers will be laughed at…constructive criticism is different from flaming folks! Also, please visit CCOAC to put in your ballot for the Profilers Choice Awards! Details are on that forum. And now, sit back, grab a cold drink, and enjoy the story!

David Rossi could not help but be impressed with the enigma known as Anastasia Moreau. Her family had moved to Commack, New York when she was four and settled into the house at the end of the road. Everyone knew the Moreau family had money, but they were kind people who never looked down upon others less fortunate. They encouraged their daughter (nicknamed Stazi) to play with the maid's daughter, Emma Taylor. The two girls were close in age and got along well. It was a friendship that lasted until Emma's untimely death four years prior from a drunken driving accident.

They had all been childhood friends; Stazi, Dave, Emma, Ray Finnegan and other kids from the neighborhood. Everyone thought for sure Emma and Dave would marry, and then Stazi and Ray would have also married. Unfortunately, neither of those plans came through. Dave had joined the Marines, and then was recruited by the FBI. Stazi, who held a secret only the four friends knew, decided to become a Criminal Psychologist and eventually an author.

The ironic part of that scenario was Stazi was a better profiler than anyone he knew, including Jason Gideon. She could have easily had a rewarding career in the FBI. However, because of her secret, his friend decided against applying to the Academy. Of course, during that time, anyone with Stazi's secret would have been ridiculed and ostracized.

Anastasia Moreau was a lesbian.

She played the part of a spinster well, though. Stazi was every bit a feminine woman, and she never exhibited any inclination she was not interested in the opposite sex. Her partner of thirty years, Jade, took on the role of private secretary, even keeping a bedroom on a separate floor of their homes. Jade was a beautiful woman herself; tall, light-skinned with full, firm breasts, long dark hair and jade green eyes. It was rare an African-American woman had natural green eyes, even with two generations of Caucasian blood in her genetic pool. Originally from Haiti, Jade had a prominent Creole accent which she never lost. Tragically Jade passed away the year before from breast cancer.

While Dave always supported his friend's choices in life, he could not help but think Ray Finnegan (in addition to countless other men) missed out on a great woman. Stazi was intelligent, funny, loved sports, and never was offended by any action or word. She was the type of woman any man dreamed to take home to their family. Why in God's name did she have to like the same things he (and other men) did?

Yes, Dave had to admit to himself he would not mind the opportunity to have one night with his friend. She was quite a sight; although she only stood five foot three inches tall, her long, curly dark red hair and hazel eyes went well with her naturally endowed chest. Okay, so maybe he did like to take a peek every now and again. What guy wouldn't?

He was sipping on his scotch when she strolled into the restaurant and sat down across from him. Placing her Prada handbag in the chair next to her, she quickly took the drink out her Dave's hand and took a long swill.

"Dave, I have to give you credit, you know how to pick good liquor".

"Good evening to you too, Stazi. I assume by the way you're swilling my scotch you had a rough day?"

The redhead just stared at him for a moment. "I should have never let you talk me into teaching undergrads. Dave, I swear, either I'm losing patience as I get older or they get younger and dumber. Speaking of, where's your current tasty treat? What's her name Jay, or whatever?"

Dave sighed as he knew she would rip into him yet again for dating younger women. "Jennifer. Her name was Jennifer".

Stazi raised one eyebrow. "What, did Davey already grow tired of his tasty treat? This must be a new record".

"Lay off, Staz. I really thought she was the one. Honest, attractive, intelligent, honest…"

"I take it she forgot to tell you she had a husband?"

"No, not that".

She laughed as she tried to get out the next sentence. "Oh Davey, don't tell me, she's um, how do I say this, she hits for the same team? Maybe I should take her number".

"Stazi, don't be a bitch. It's not funny". Dave looked as though he was going to cry.

"Well, dammit Davey, I've never seen you like this. What the hell happened?"

Over the next half hour Dave relayed the tale of Ian Doyle, Emily Prentiss, and the lie his best friend and girlfriend had kept from him. Stazi listened to her best friend's story and was disgusted by the actions of those closest to Dave.

"Oh, honey, that's really shitty of them! Your best friend and your girlfriend! I wonder what other naughty little secrets they kept from you."

"Believe me, I asked, well, more like shouted that very question at both of them. You know Staz, it would be different if I had caught them in bed together, but this just hurts to the core."

"Why David Rossi, you mean to tell me the FBI hasn't completely taken your soul from you? How sweet!" She then covered her heart with her hands and playfully acted as though she had been wounded.

"Very funny, Staz. So, since I'm single again and you're still not dating, how about you come over Sunday and watch football with me?"

The older woman narrowed her eyes at him. "This isn't a half-ass attempt to seduce me, is it?"

"No, of course not. This is two old friends having snacks, drinking beer and yelling at the TV thinking the refs can hear us".

"Sounds good, Dave. I do need to get out of the house. It reminds me too much…" she cut herself off in mid-sentence and wiped her eyes.

Dave put his hand over hers. "I know you still miss her, Staz. But you have to keep living; you know Jade wouldn't have it any other way".

"You're right, Dave. She'd kick me in the ass and ask me what the hell I was doing feeling sorry for myself".

Dave put on a fake Creole accent. "Ah, yez, mi love, why iz it you 'ave not moved on from me, no? You iz so stubborn, git off yer azz and do sometin woman!"

Stazi smiled. "Dave, you almost have the accent down, she'd be proud of you."

"So you'll be around, what about eleven?"

"Make it noon".

"Alright, see you then". They both stood up to leave.

Indeed, why has she not at least moved on?

There is the first chapter! Please give me honest constructive feedback.