Forever

Summery: Rossi's ready and he has it all planned out. He's going to make Hotch understand once and for all just how much he is loved.

A/N: I wrote the first Hotch/Rossi story, and I just can't get them out of my head. *squee!* Reid is sulking somewhere in a corner of my mind feeling a little betrayed, so maybe a Reid slash after this one, but I had to get it out. :) R&R?

Disclaimer: You know I don't own them. Don't make me say it again. It hurts too much. *sniff* /3

Hotch had been watching surreptitiously all day. Cool and collected Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi was nervous, very nervous. Though it hardly showed, Hotch knew what to look for. His lover's hands betrayed him. They fidgeted unnecessarily with paperwork, tapped the desk absently, twirled a pencil. Something was up.

After looking at the clock again and finally deciding it was time, Rossi excused himself from the other agents and made his way to Aaron's office. Morgan smirked, Reid looked curious, and JJ and Prentiss actually giggled. Hotch eyed them all suspiciously, one eye brow raised. Whatever it was, he was about to find out.

Rossi let himself in to Hotch's office and cleared his throat. Hotch leaned back in his chair, expectantly. This should be good. In nearly three years together, he'd never seen Rossi this flustered,even on their first night. Wordlessly, Rossi pulled something out of his wallet and set it on the desk in front of Hotch. Hotch smiled as he realized what he was looking at: two tickets for the opera La Bohemeby Puccini. Rossi could be so stereotypically Italian sometimes. But, wait a minute... Did that say –

"New York? We're going to New York?" Rossi nodded.

"We leave soon. It's a long drive."

"I have loads of paperwork to do," Hotch protested.

"Reid's going to finish it."

"Strauss is never going to let me just walk out in the middle of the day."

"You've conveniently come down with strep throat. I'm taking you home. Garcia made sure you put in for sick leave."

"And you?"

"I'm taking a few vacation days. Somebody's got to look after you."

"What about Jack?"

"Jessica will pick him up from school and have him for the next couple days." He smiled at his confused boyfriend. "We should be on the road in a half hour," he said, his tone gentle, but allowing no room for argument. Hotch's brow was furrowed as he tried to sort it all out. Rossi was fussy, sure, but simple. For him to go to such great lengths, this must be really important to him.

"I don't have appropriate clothes, or – "

"I've got it all taken care of; all you have to do is relax and enjoy the ride." Seeing Hotch's hesitation, he laid a hand on his shoulder and met his gaze, unwavering.

"Trust me, Aaron." Hotch nodded and stood up. He smiled at Rossi, shrugging.

"Well, let's go then." Rossi let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and landed a peck on Hotch's forehead, thankful it was going smoothly so far.

A/N: *gasp!* What's Rossi got up his sleevies? O.o