Heart of the MATTER: DAVID ROSSI

Chapter 1

David Rossi drove into his driveway thinking of only two things : a glass of whisky and smoking a cigar. After a long horrific case of a disturbed young man beating,torturing and killing his whole family and taking hostages at his high school ; senior FBI agent was ready for a rest after the week he and his team had. Rossi and his team-mates did not have to come into the office for two whole days, today was Monday November 14.

He slowly staggered out of his car and walked up to the door, not realizing what was in store for him inside his own home.

David unlocked his front door and kept it open because he noticed that his living room had been ransacked. Books,armchair on it's side, pillows & cushions scattered all around and then he noticed the blood spatter and his heart stopped. He took one step towards the kitchen and almost fell over the body. He carefully held onto his cell phone and briefcase and scrambled out the door. Rossi found himself falling to his knees and vomiting his dinner. David's mind was racing a mile a minute, WTF just happened ! How did this happen in MY house! Ok,ok I have to get a hold of myself and call someone but who? As Rossi stood up and began to fumble and take out his cell phone, he felt the click and the nuzzle of a small caliber gun pressed up against his neck.

Voice #1: " Going somewhere Agent Rossi? Not on my watch,you aren't!"

"Kneel now- with your hands behind your back! "

With that, the other man tied David's hands, duct-taped his mouth and finally put a black bag over his head. The young man ordered Rossi to move to the silver car that was parked behind David's car.

Voice #1: " Get into the trunk-now! "

He pushed David into the trunk and locked it securely. The young man got into the driver's seat and sped up and drove into the night. 15 minutes later, he pulled up in front of QUANTICO - FBI Building and left a package for: Emily Prentiss because Hotch was on leave from the bureau. He got back into the car and drove off again and stopped for some gas and food. The man dialed on his cell phone a number " Yes..I have the package .. he is in the trunk. Where do I need to drop him off? Oh,ok- got it!

The house on Sycamore Drive, will someone be there to help me. ok-thanks. Talk to you soon.. INSPECTOR! "

With that, he sped off into the cold,bitter November air with his "Package" still in the trunk of his car. David finally nodded off to sleep and wondered if he was ever going to get out of this nightmare!