SSA David Rossi is sitting on his favourite armchair right in front of fireplace.
The chair is dark red, almost purple, the material is nice and warm to the touch as the room is.
David likes sitting there with a book. Especially on days like this one – calm but stormy.
He stops reading when blinding lightening crosses the sky.
And then, there's a quick, impatient knock.
Rossi unwillingly stands up and comes to the door, looking at wall clock – it was past seven in the evening.
He carefully opens the door and retreats when he sees a figure dressed in dark raincoat.
He automatically reaches for the gun, but quiet little voice in his head stops him.
It's saying 'You're safe' and somehow David believes it.
Mysterious character steps in the bright room, leaving water stains on the wooden floor.
"Rossi…" the figure speaks and suddenly she's not so mysterious.
SSA Emily Prentiss is soaked to the skin and she's shivering. Her beautiful, but always motionless face, which almost matches Hotch's, is wet and few water drops are flowing down her cheeks.
"Emily?" Rossi is surprised, but nevertheless he's a gentleman. He takes off her coat and hangs it at the door.
"David" Emily repeats, this time using her collegue first name, and hugs him.
The profiler is confused but hugs her back, because he feels she needs comfort.
And she starts crying. She rapidly catches air and sobs as if someone was tearing her heart from her chest. She's in pain.
"Slow down, Em" David sits her on his armchair and kneels in front of her, when she's trying to say everything at once.
He knows, he shouldn't leave but David stands up and heads to the kitchen. He' s back with a glass of water.
Emily drinks rapidly and calms down, putting the words in sentences in her mind, because she wants to say it quickly.
"My father…" she chokes. Tears are falling from her eyes again. "He's dead… He wanted to surprise me and he headed to my apartment when a truck hit his car… Mom… Mom called me an hour ago and I just… I just didn't know where to go…"
Emily knows she should leave but she doesn't want. She doesn't want to be alone. Not now.
"It's alright Emily. I'm just surprised" Rossi explains, keeping his hand on her shoulder.
'She's broken' he thinks, profiling her. He doesn't want, but it's normal thing for him. He can't just turn it off – like Reid can't turn off his brain.
"It's not alright!" she stands quickly and rebuffs his hand. She's too depressed to understand her own behavior "He's dead! How can it be alright?" she's shouting, but she doesn't care.
Rossi automatically takes few steps back.
"What can you do to make it alright? Make it alright!" she punches her fists on his chest.
Rossi catches her hands, embraces her and lets her cry.
"Don't cry" Rossi whispers and he feels like a father. And he doesn't mind.
Emily lets the warm feeling washes over her and she feels like a little girl in her father's arms. And she doesn't mind.
"Daddy…" Emily cries and she cries until her tears run out.