Between Shooting Flames
MONDAYS
Disclaimer: I don't own CM nor the characters, the only thing that's mine is the imagination and dr. reid's future statistics and trivia's, please be kind this is my first strossi/davrin fic..
R&R please
David Rossi set out grumpily on a cursed Monday. He really firmly believed that all Mondays are cursed as it is the most fucked up day in all the days of the week, and this particular day has asked-ORDERED to travel to Langley, Virginia to attend the JTTF (Joint Terrorism Task Force) of FBI, CIA and other various government agencies and the cherry to top this treat is Spencer Reid. Damn! The last one is the thing that really riles him the most. That kid. Oh Boy! Having that kid is like having a parrot in tow, a bloody bird that instead of cursing and spilling nasty words which would be better by the way, is a regular fountain of knowledge, literally. How exciting can it get? The kid knows how many grain in a corn cub, for every row and every fucking column. Hotch must be really pissed at him for not ditching the budget cut meeting with the Ice Queen Strauss last Saturday morning to stuck him with boy genius for 3 days, Aaron knows how he wanted and liked the silence and yet the little bastard shoved the child Spencer with him for the JTTS.
"Hey Reid! You ready?"
Rossi huffed from the coffee machine to Reid in his cubicle, fiddling with what looks like CD's on his drawer.
"Uh, Yeah, actually I bought this whole Chaucer Collection in CD on my way here this morning, You see, in the 17th century things weren't really-"
Reid rattled without looking up from the CD's; David rolled his eyes and let out a groan
"No dice kid! No CD's of no one. No nothin' just peace and quiet."
He emphasized the word quiet just to make sure the good doctor gets the point, Reid's face was crestfallen, as if he just witnessed the end of the world. Dave stirred his coffee and took his first sip, the bitter taste of the freshly ground coffee beans in his tongue and the caffeine kicking in his vein, swimming in his blood stream is the first welcoming event that ever happened to his life that ver particular day, He watched as Hotch was coming out of his office and walked through the bullpen, wearing the same expressionless face but his eyes is glinting with retribution.
"Dave, Reid you car to Langley is waiting for you at the 2nd floor parking lot."
"A bloody Volkswagen I hope!"
Dave's voice is dripping with sarcasm, but Reid being Reid is oblivious.
"I didn't know you like vintage car Dave, but given the weather now, it wouldn't be so wise."
Hotch and Dave looked at each other and shook their heads in disbelief.
"What?"
Reid asked a bit annoyed, really he doesn't see anything off beat with what he said.
Dave walked passed him and Hotch, and then patted his cheek.
"Sarcasm Spencer could cut through anyone, except you."
As they arrive in the parking lot, they found a nice comfy SUV that indicates the plate number that Hotch instructed them to find.
"Hallelujah! Hotch is a good man."
David muttered under his breath.
"Want to drive kid?"
He asked Reid with a smile hoping to get the doctor talking, as much as he doesn't like to admit, he missed the statistics.
"No."
Was the curt and rather abrupt answer, Dave shook his head and started the car only to find the air conditioner broken. He slammed his fist to the steering wheel that made Spencer jump.
"Easy there Dave."
"Damn Hotch!"
He gritted his teeth and breath between it, the breathing came out as a hiss of frustration.
Reid tucked a stray hair behind his ear and slipped on his shades, rolled his shirt up to his elbow, opened the top three buttons and smiled; this won't be so bad after all. Mother Nature taking her revenge for him.
"Relax Rossi, it's just an aircon."
"Easy for you to say, with that thin and cool shirt. Not really okay when you're wearing a three piece suit on one million degree Celsius weather."
He almost spat the words to the younger man.
"Actually its 172.02 degree Celsius"
Reid stated as a matter of factly, Rossi resisted banging his head on the steering wheel out of frustration, its just 11 a.m and his day so far is royally fucked up.
They drove silently for a half good hour when they spotted another black SUV on the side of a shortcut path with what looks like a woman in a business suit, wearing a skirt Rossi noticed, of course he noticed the skirt first, trying but miserably failing to change a flat tire.
Another unlucky soul, David thought.
As they were nearing the woman, Reid leaned towards the dashboard as if confirming that his eyes are not betraying him.
"Wait Rossi, is that?"
David only needs 10 meters to know that bent ass anywhere.
"All hell breaks loose and Satan herself has gotten flat tires."
David announced in a booming voice as if he is some herald of a divine prophesy, without a hint of stopping he started to step on the gas.
"Uh Dave, I think we should offer her a lift, after all, Strauss is our SAC."
Three meters away from the SUV , David blared the honk so hard that Erin had to cover her ears and stand up to see who the fucking idiot is blowing his horn like a maniac.
A frown crept in her face as the river came to clearer view.
David Fucking Rossi.
Great! Just Great!
Monday is officially her most hated day of the week.