Old man Rossi

A/N: Fanfic challenge entry. The truth about what happened before Rossi decided to dye his hair black. Hope you like!

A knock sounded on the door of Jennifer Jareau's office and the liaison dropped the manila folder she was holding on top of the already cluttered desk.

"Come in." She told the person on the other side of the door. "Dave!" She greeted the older profiler as he made his way through the door. "What's up?" She gestured at the visitor's chair in front of her desk as a way to tell him to have a seat.

Dave took the proffered seat weighing his words before he spoke. "Ehrm, JJ, the thing is..." He looked up at the blonde who gave him an encouraging smile. "I need your help with something."

"Sure." JJ smiled. "What?"

"I..." Rossi dragged the words. Something he normally didn't do but this had gotten him completely off center. "Uhm... Do I look old?"

"Uhh..." JJ didn't really know what to say. That was so completely un-Rossi like. "Ehm, what brought this on, Dave?" She asked.

"Well, first of all I guess all of those times that Morgan has called me old-timer, old man or ancient has finally caught up with me." He gave her a weak smile and JJ almost started to feel sorry for him. Then he added. "And you know I don't seem to impress the younger female agents as much anymore." He raised an eyebrow at her. "I've actually heard the word Grampa uttered in the same sentence as my name." He added shuddering a little.

"Oookay." JJ answered. "Why may I ask are you turning to me with this... uhm... problem?" She asked looking quizzically at him.

"Well I thought that maybe I could use a make-over or something." He glanced down at his jeans and sports jacket combo. "And I thought who better than you to give me some pointers." He gave her a smile. "I'm not into suits, I've seen the 'Prentiss in high school' photo, I don't think I'd look good in pink and orange and I like my socks matching. You'll be perfect."

"Wow, Dave, I'm flattered." JJ answered with mock-gratefulness.

"So, what do you say, kid?" He gave her a friendly wink. "Will you help a semi-old man look not quite as old?"

JJ thought about it for a moment weighing her options. On the one hand she could take the high road and help him. With whatever consequences that might lead to. The poor women of the FBI wouldn't know what had hit them. Or she could take the lower road and "help" him. That would definitely prove more fun for her.

So, what would it be? The high road that would be lined with unknowing women impressed by the new and improved David Rossi. Or the lower road. The one that led to her having a fun time. Well, she never was one to turn down a good time. She smiled.

"Alright, Dave. This is what I think you should do."

"I'm all ears, kiddo."

Morgan, Reid and Emily were all hanging out around the desks in the middle of the bullpen the next morning. Hearing quick footsteps coming closer Morgan looked around. The sight he saw made him bark out the loud laugh that came crashing through him.

Quickly turning to see what had caused Morgan's reaction Reid uttered a high pitched squeak and Emily clamped a hand over her mouth and clutched her side trying hard not to tip over from shock and amusement.

"Hey,Rossi. What happened to your head, man?" Morgan asked between loud snorts.

"What do you mean? Nothing's happened to my head." Rossi answered and stalked off towards his office.

Emily could see JJ standing a few yards away wearing a satisfied grin and made her way over to her. "You didn't have anything to do with this new and improved Rossi, did you?" She smilingly asked.

"I might have." JJ smiled back. "Oh, I might have."

A/N: Thanks for reading!