A/N: This is what I'm doing when I should be writing my main fic, 'Family Portraits'. You should check it out. Go ooooon...
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Part one of seven. Most of which will be a bit longer than this.

January. Rossi.

Rossi watched Prentiss snaking her way back from the bar, drinks in hand. The team needed to have full glasses for the upcoming toast. He looked around at them as they prepared for the imminent countdown.

There was Hotch, looking much more relaxed than normal, accepting his wine with a rare smile. Morgan, always happiest in a party environment, raising his beer to every pretty girl who passed the table. JJ, unwinding from the daily stress of being a mother and liaison, sipping her RTD while letting the conversation wash over her. Reid, probably more intoxicated than he's ever been, trying not to continually wince at the kick of the rum in his Coke. Prentiss, currently the main source of conversation, telling a story between shots of vodka. And Garcia, dressed in her brightest party clothes, twirling the umbrella in her cocktail and bobbing her head to the music.

Rossi sat watching his team, smiling at how, even after all they'd seen that year, they could still relax and laugh and have fun. He wondered if any of them had made resolutions, and what they were. He had never been one for resolutions – probably best demonstrated by his string of failed marriages – but something, maybe the alcohol in his blood, was pushing him to make one this time.

I resolve to stay focused on what's really important. To not let my job control me. To spend more time having fun. To really make the most of the time I have. He knew that the coming year would be just as tough as the previous one. He wanted to make sure that he could still just sit and smile by the end of it.

Rossi was snapped from his thoughts as the bar fell silent in anticipation. Every eye was trained on the clock. The countdown started, and Rossi joined in.

"…Three…two…one…happy New Year!"

A/N: I had no idea what kind of resolutions Rossi would make, so I came up with these lame little ones, which are probably pretty out of character. Oh well.
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