A/N – This is a JJ/Rossi story so for the purposes Will isn't in the picture, let's just say they had an amicable split and he is back in New Orleans is a good dad and keeps in contact with Henry.
Prologue -
Dave reached down and opened the bottom drawer, moving the long forgotten files out of the way he brought up the bottle of 15 year old single malt, plonking it loudly and firmly on the desk. Pouring himself two large fingers of scotch he leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling, slowly he took a mouthful of the warm liquid and relaxed slightly as it slid down his throat. After a couple more mouthfuls Rossi leant forward and looked out of his office window and over the deserted bullpen wondering what he was going to do about his lost heart. Dave sat forward and cradled the crystal glass, interlocking his thumbs he remembered the first time she captured his heart.
It was just the two of us, standing outside Cleveland Police Station, I was firmly cancelling the rest of the book tour completely blaming myself for Zoe's death. It was then, in the middle of my rant, my disillusionment that she calmly spoke...telling me about the reason why she joined the FBI...because of me.
Dave knew that he couldn't have her at that moment, she had a new baby son and was happy with Will, but in a strange way that only made his feelings for her stronger. His fingers started caressing the crystal glass, his mind wishing that it was her slender body that his fingers were drifting sensitively over and not some cold inanimate object. That was the moment that Dave knew he had it bad, he was truly lost to her and now when she was finally available his courage had deserted him.