A/N: Dedicated to Katie… Hope you enjoy it! (Multi-chapter)

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Love ya!

Nicole

Dave sighed. This was going to be a long month. First, Strauss had gotten on her high horse again and had totally messed with the team. JJ was gone and she was now trying to get rid of Emily. That last part was tearing Hotch to pieces. Next, Rossi had to take a leave to promote his latest book. It was based on the Butcher. He hated how this one case had affected him personally. He hadn't wanted to write the book, but his publisher and the Bureau had demanded it. So he did, now he was on tour. He looked around the crowded bookstore. Women lined up for miles, it would seem. There were a few men amongst them. He shook his head and signaled for the next person in line. The bubbly blonde woman rambled on. Dave nodded at what she was saying, not really even paying attention. He posed for the mandatory picture and looked at the line. It was barely moving. Thank god the book signing was tonight, and the reading was tomorrow night. He refused to do both at once anymore. It took too much out of him. He continued. 2 hours later he was nearing the end of the line. One of last women in line caught his eye. She was very pretty. Her long brown hair shone in the light, and it curled at the ends. She chatted with the girl in front of her. She smiled at him. Her brown eyes sparkling. He couldn't wait for her to get up here. He went through the remainder of people in record time. Finally, she was up. She was also now last in line as the others had gotten fed up of waiting. He smiled as she walked up to the table. She was petite and curvy and Dave had to try not gape. She placed her copy of his book on the table.

Dave cleared his throat and asked. "Who do I make this out to?"

"Katie." The petite brunette smiled.

"Is that you?" He was going to pour on the charm.

"Yep."

He finished writing in her book. He closed the cover and handed it to her. "It was nice meeting you Katie." He shook her hand.

She blushed. "Thank you sir."

"Dave. Please."

"Dave. Thank you. You're my hero. I've read all of your books and I think you are one of the bravest men ever." She gushed.

"Thank you Katie. I hope you'll enjoy this one as well. Now, a picture for memories." He put his arm around her and they smiled as the flash went off. She hugged him and she turned to leave, but stopped.

"Thank you again Dave. It was an honor to meet you." She waved and left the store.

Dave watched her leave. She was beautiful. He was glad he had snuck his business card in her book as well penning his phone number onto the inside cover. Hopefully, she'd call before he moved on to another state for this tour.

Katie left the book signing walking on air. Her friend, Maia was waiting outside the store. "How'd it go?" She asked.

Katie jumped. "Maia, Jesus. I thought you had left."

"No, I wanted to know what he said. You talk about this guy enough." She reached for the book.

Katie pulled it away. "Hell no! I haven't even seen it yet."

"Then look. I want to know if he wrote the typical message or if he wrote something else." Maia danced front foot to foot like an eager child.

"Fine." Katie opened the book. The first thing she noticed was that he had very neat handwriting. She smiled as she read his message.

"Dear Katie,

Thank you for coming tonight. Your smile lit up the room. I couldn't help but notice, and I had to tell you. You have an interest in Criminalistics, and behavioral studies. I could tell just by the way you spoke. I hope you enjoy the book.

David Rossi

Ps. In Case you haven't already found my card…

my number is (261)-555-7674"

Katie blushed. David Rossi, famed profiler had given her his private number. She slammed the cover down, there was no way she was telling Maia.

"Well? What did he write?" Maia prodded.

"Dear Katie, I hope you enjoy the book. D. Rossi." Katie rattled.

"Aww. That sucks, you got the blah message. I seriously thought he was maybe gonna write something more special." Maia giggled. "Alright, now you got your book, can we go now?"

Katie shook her head. Maia may be her best friend but she had the attention span of a goldfish. "Where?"

"Bar, club, party?" Maia counted off ideas on her fingers.

"Uh no. I want to go home. I work early tomorrow."

"Right. You're boss isn't going to freak if you're a little late."

"Yes he will. Frick, I'm the personal assistant of one of the biggest lawyers in the county. I will not be late. Good night Maia." Katie walked to her car. She had a point. She had a job that many women would kill for. Being the assistant to the D.A. was not an easy job, but it paid good and she got great benefits, including the Charger that she drove. She got in and smiled all the way home. She was going to call Dave. Tomorrow. Right now she had to get home, get some files together and get some sleep.

Katie threw her keys on the table. It had been a day from hell. The computers had lost half of the work her boss needed, and she had to get all the paper copies and she just was happy to be home. She grabbed a soda from the fridge and went to her favorite chair and got comfy. She opened Dave's book and just stared at the cover. Her fingers traced the words that he had written only for her. She flipped to the introduction and his business card fell into her lap. She looked at it. It had his Bureau number on it, and on the back it said:

"For Katie: (261)-555-7674"

She hadn't even noticed him writing this. Then again she was just too excited for the chance to meet him. She held the card. She thought about it. "Should I call him?" She asked out loud. Her cat, Fuzzbucket just purred in reply. She picked him up. "What you do you think Fuzzbucket? Should I call him."

Her cat just looked at her as of to say "I don't care, I just want tuna." He meowed. She laughed. "I'll call him after I feed you."

She put him on the ground and went to the pantry to get his food. She put it in his cat dish and went to grab her phone. Her fingers shook as she dialed the number. The phone began to ring. Her breathing became rapid. She was just about to hang up when the voice of an angel came from the other end. "Rossi."