David Rossi was a man with confidence, a good sense of humor and decent personality when you got to know him. Sometimes to his own fault he was a Casanova, which led to him having three wives and no children. He had always wanted them but never got around to planning any with any of his wives. Being a father would have been the greatest highlight of his life. A little boy or girl calling him Daddy. Then be able to watch that child grow up. Teaching them how to ride a bike and such.

But Dave had three failed marriages and wasn't seeing anyone at the moment. He was no in his fifties and running around chasing criminals in his so-called golden years with his teammates. He worked for the BAU, behavior analyst unit, but had taken an early retirement and started writing a book. He was now a published author and didn't mind it. His team had just gotten back from a case in Indiana and were now filling out the paperwork that was slowly collecting on their desk.

A knock on his door sounded causing him to look up from his own work. Dave set his glasses down and got up to answer the door. "Are you David Rossi?" The man asked.

"Depends."

"Perhaps we should step inside your office." The man moved aside for the younger to come in. He was wearing a suit and looked a bit tired. "My name is Gavin Blake and assuming you are David Rossi do you remember a woman named Teresa Anderson?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Rossi you had a child with that woman. Please don't look at me like that but everything is in this letter. I will wait while you read it." Blake handed him the letter. Rossi took his glasses again and set to reading the letter.

Dear David,

Hello David. I know I didn't say much when I left but David you have a child. I know this is a surprise to you and I'm sorry. I should have told you but with your job I didn't want to tie you down with a child you might not have wanted. But now that you know you have a child then you can also know that I'm not going to live much longer. I'm ill and I don't want our daughter to watch me die in this hospital bed. She doesn't know and don't tell her.

Yes that's right you have a daughter. She's sixteen. Born October 27. Now if you do the math and the time I left you. You always said you had such a great memory well think about it. The dates match up perfectly. I found out I was pregnant two weeks after my mother got into an accident. I was going to tell you but when you ran off for a case I couldn't pin you to that.

You can keep her or she can go into the system. If you don't believe she's yours then get a DNA test. But I know she's yours and you will see it too.

Her Name is Stella Odette Rossi. She's smart and just like you in so many ways. She's stubborn and smart and has that same smile you do. The one where you're relaxed and satisfied about something. She's wanted to know you her entire life and now I giving her that wish and you this knowledge of a child. Remember you always said you wanted children.

Take care of her Dave. She's into music but has a secret passion for your work. You'll soon realize how much like you she can really be. Take care of her Dave. You won't be able to contact me after this letter. I will send you her things. She's got a few but may need a few other things.

I'm so sorry I never told you.

Yours

Resa

"I have a kid?" Dave looked at Blake. "Yes and if you want I will gladly accompany you to a DNA test to help you prove it." Blake told him. "Where's the kid?" Rossi asked. "Outside waiting in my car. We drove here all the way from Boston." Blake told him. Dave nodded and stepped out of his office. "Wait for a moment please."

Dave walked into Hotch's office for a moment then back out and motioned for Blake to follow him. The two left the building and walked to Blake's car. There sat a teenage girl with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. It was black and wavy and her skin was the same tan as his.

"Stella come on out." Blake said knocking on the window. Stella opened the door and got out closing it behind her. She walked over to us and stood by the trunk of the car. "He's not going to bite you Stella." Blake told her. Stella seemed to be sizing Dave up. Picking him apart piece by piece. Every little detail. She didn't say anything. Dave looked her over. Her hair ends were streaked with purple and red. She was built like Resa but was a complete female version of the profiler aside from her light brown eyes. They belonged to her mother.

"A DNA test won't be needed she's mine." Dave said. There was no denying she looked like him. "Mom was right." She even talked in the same manner as he did.

"Well I've leave you to it. By kiddo take care of yourself." Blake helped Stella get her things out of the trunk. Which were only a guitar and one gym bag full of clothes. "Come on." Rossi took the gym bag and walked Stella into the building. "Wow." Stella looked about. "So this is where you get to work?" Stella asked. "Yup. Come on." Taking the elevator up they got off on the fourth floor.

Rossi didn't say anything as he walked through the bullpen and to his office with Stella following behind him. The door closed and Morgan looked to Reid. "Do you just see what I did?"

"How can you not have seen it?" Reid asked him. Rossi walked out of his office and went to see Hotch again.

"Dave you alright?" Hotch asked as the man closed the door. "I have a kid."

"What?"

"I have a kid. A child. Offspring. Kin." He said. "Wait a minute since when?" Hotch asked. "To my knowledge for the past twenty minutes. Remember the woman I told you was going to be wife number two and the last wife? She had a child and left me because of that child. She didn't want to pin it on me with my constant traveling." Dave said. "Well what are you going to do? Are you sure the kid is yours?" Hotch asked. "Sure? She looks like me. Hotch she looks like me so much it's not even funny." Dave watched the man.

"She? So you have a daughter. Wait where is she?" Hotch asked. "In my office."

"No she's not. She's talking to Emily and Morgan." Hotch could see through his office door. The girl did look like Dave. A younger female version of him. "Stella I told you to stay in my office." Dave stepped out of Hotch's office and walked over to her. "I had to use the bathroom. Only been holding it since Maryland." She grumbled.

"Oh my god."

"They look so alike." Emily said looking between the two. "Everyone this is Stella my daughter." Dave told them. So old man Rossi had a kid and more importantly that kid was a girl. "Stella I want you to meet Emily, Morgan, JJ, Reid and Hotch." Dave introduced them. "Where is she?" Garcia walked into the bullpen. "Awe she's so cute. She's a mini Dave." Garcia said in her usual bubbly way. "That's Garcia."

"For me to be a mini Dave I would have to be a boy. Last time I checked I wasn't."

"She even sounds like you." Hotch said. "Stella go get your stuff." Dave told her. "Take the rest of the week to get to know her. You've got quiet a bit of catching up to do." Hotch told him. "Ready." Stella held her bag and guitar. "I'll be seeing you by next Monday. Call if you need anything." Dave and Stella left and walked to Dave's car. "So how did you and my mother meet?" Stella asked. "She never told you?"

"No. When Mom finally got comfortable about evening talking about you she would say we met in a hospital and then would start talking about things to two did together. Like picnics and walks on the beach. She said you were a total Casanova and she loved every second of it." Stella said.

"Well it's true we did meet in a hospital. I was there with a Friend of mine he had done something stupid and got himself hurt. I was in the lunchroom when your mother walked in. If you had seen it looked like the whole room was full and there was nowhere to sit. I saw her looking around and flagged her over. It went from there. I asked her out when went on a date, one turned into two and two turned into three. I was happy with your mother happier then I had ever been with my first wife or with any girl friend I had. She was something else she was." Rossi smiled.

"Mom always said you were the greatest thing that ever happened to her. She was happy with you and didn't mind you traveling she said she knew that you would come back to her. She could live with you traveling." Stella told him. "Why was I the greatest thing that happened to her?"

"Because she got me. Mom said she was always proud of me and would always love me. That tune started to change six months ago when she met this guy. She falls in love and he wants to marry her. She's had three boyfriends in my lifetime all of them were total jerks. The first one would call me names and forget me. The second hit me. The third one tried to get rid of me. He kept giving her pamphlets to boarding schools. Mom wasn't going to go for that so he went bye, bye too. She loved me more then them." Stella looked out the window.

"But what about now. Where's that story?" Rossi asked. "He wants to take mom all these places travel the world with and show her new things. He's got money but doesn't want to take me along too. Mom can't leave me with anyone. All the family we have is either dead or would never speak to us. Grandpa died when I was four. Gran died two years ago. My uncle Joel died in Afghanistan."

Dave pulled into the driveway of his house. "Wow. Guess book sales are good." Stella told him. "You know I write?"

"Know. I've read your books. I friend of mine his older brother had read your book and noticed the last names and showed it to me. I thought it was pretty cool." Stella smiled. "Well come on so I can show you around." Dave said opening the door. Mudgie came running from wherever he had been hiding or sleeping.

Dave grabbed the eager dog by it's collar and held him in place. "This is Mudgie. I hope you're not afraid of dogs." Dave said. "Never I've always wanted one. Come here boy." she put out her hand allowing Mudgie to get her scent and then wagged his tail. "Looks like your accepted. Come on I'll show you your room and we'll get you settled." Dave told her. Stella smiled and followed after him.

A/N: well there you go my friends. Review and maybe I'll post again.