Thank you for reading =) Any reviews would be greatly appreciated. I had so much fun writing "Midnight Snack" that I thought I'd give Rossi/Prentiss another shot. To be 'M' in future chapters!

Disclaimer! I don't own Criminal Minds, though I wish I did… I'd make Rossi take off his shirt in every episode…

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"Well, don't be a stranger, Dave, you know we are always more than happy to help the great profilers of the BAU." Sara Carlson crooned sweetly from behind her CIA Reception desk.

Waving a thick folder in the air in appreciation as he smiled and held the door for Prentiss, David Rossi smiled a boyish grin at the busty blonde.

"Jesus, Rossi." Emily shook her head and put her sunglasses on as they both walked down the elegant stone steps from the Langley, Virginia CIA headquarters office.

Catching up, still grinning and donning his sunglasses in an almost too-cool way, Rossi noted the tone of Prentiss' voice... Something more irritated than teasing. "Oh, don't be jealous, Prentiss. The girl knows how to appreciate a good lookin' man." Rossi adjusted himself in the government issued SUV as Emily Prentiss took the wheel, her scowl now dissapearing into an emotionless expression. "Rossi, to be jealous I'd have to give a shit." The words were harsh, final and full of venom. It took him off guard for a moment. It isn't like her to cuss... "I'm old enough to be her father, Emily." It's not like I asked for her number... He mentally added. "I'm sure she'd have no problem calling you daddy." Emily hit the gas a little harder than she meant when she saw the green light she'd been waiting for, and rounded a left turn at top speed. At the suggestive innuendo, Rossi openly chuckled, after all, it was witty. "We're not in pursuit, Prentiss..."

"I'm in a hurry." And it was true, Emily Prentiss had her first date planned in God only knew when and she wasn't going to show up in her work clothes like the last time. Visions of her having to awkwardly disarm in a five star restaurant swirled in her mind. Stuffing her sidearm in her purse, wearing a pant suit while every other woman in the joint was wearing a cocktail dress had been enough of a trauma to deter her from dating for almost a year.

"Oh? Miss Prentiss has evening plans? A date, even?" Rossi was just joking with her. It was absolutely ludicrous to think of Emily Prentiss on a date. She wasn't... that type of woman. She didn't wear dresses, and the idea of Emily in heels was downright laughable...

The note of doubtful sarcasm in his voice was not lost on her. "As a matter of fact, I do. I need to get home..." She swerved in and out of a couple of cars on the freeway, jumping several hundred yards ahead of traffic.

David felt stunned. Did I just hear that right? He tried to picture her sitting at a table with a young man, in a suit. He tried to picture her in a red dress... Actually... That wasn't hard. She looked... delicate... smooth, even. Like the porcelain of her skin was harshly accented and brought to light under the bright crimson fabric. Rossi lost himself in the vision for a moment, forgetting to respond to her words. And then he couldn't picture her date. What did he look like? Surely, an asshole? Some pompous looking, sparkly white teeth showing asshole. A line-up of every scum bag divorce lawyer he'd ever met in his life suddenly took on the role of Emily's date in his minds eye and it was slowly pissing him off.

"What's his name?" David blurted out.

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