Okay i know its not much to call a good plot, but hey! lets give it a try.. :)
The cold air kissed his face and tousled his hair; the tie is flapping idly in his chest. He gave the crowd a good sweep with his hawk like eyes. In times like this, the area is very vital; a child has just been abducted 5 minutes from the jam-packed park that he and his team were standing now. He looked over to the line of souvenir stores and saw Hotch talking to his phone while covertly exploring the outskirts of the park that is when he had that strange sensation, the burning of his right cheek, his peripheral vision blurred by the adrenalin of saving the abducted child and by the dull thud that his heart is making. He knew he was being watched, he suddenly jerked his head towards his left side and there, his whole world STOPPED. Blood started to pound through his ears, his vision hazy because of the mist of tears that started to well in his eyes. He felt his knees buckled underneath him not promising any balance for a lot longer, His oxygen support seems to be running low, and his brain could no longer function. Before he even realized what is going on, Derek Morgan was already supporting his elbow, he almost fell to the ground.
He searched Morgan's face for clarity...For reality. And all he saw was fret and concern.
"Dave, what's going on man? You look like you saw a ghost..."
David Rossi spoke what he didn't imagine he'd ever say again with so much passion and love aloud. Something that would make other's and himself questions his sanity.
His own voice sounded strange to his ears.
It was filled with hope, with question and wild insanity.
It was barely audible, just a pitch higher than a whisper. Hoarse from his trembling guts.
Too soft from fear of losing the name to the chilling atmosphere.
"Erin…"
He started to panic and tried to get away from Morgan to go after the love of his life, but when he looked again, SHE WASN'T THERE.
Tears rolled down Rossi's face.