A/N: This drabble is for Marauder in Disguise, who gave me the character of Rossi, coupled with The Scripts 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved' as a cue. Hope you enjoy.
The Man Who Can't Be Moved
"I must admit Rossi; you did surprise me with this invite tonight, but I did think some of the others were coming," Garcia said, clutching her bucket-like wine glass to her chest as she perused David Rossi's kitchen.
"Well, did you actually ask anybody else if they were coming?" Rossi replied cheekily, smirking in her direction as he busied himself with his cooking; lasagne, amusingly Italian. Garcia looked back at him and grinned at his playfulness, the wine already kicking in, making her lose hold of the small nugget of awkwardness that she had initially harboured when she found herself alone in the older gentleman's apartment.
"Um, no I didn't, I just assumed I guess," Garcia yielded, taking her last, generous gulp of drink.
"Oh Penelope, if there's one thing our job teaches us, it's never assume anything. Anyway, I realised that you and me still haven't really got to know each other since I came back to the BAU, and I thought we should change that. Back in my day…," Dave began, walking around the counter to join Penelope on his raised stalls, returning her smile at the implication of his age, "…we were all best friends, and I'm glad that hasn't changed. But at the moment, we're more colleagues than friends, and that just doesn't sit right with me. For one thing, I'm Dave to my friends," he winked at her, reaching back across the counter to retrieve the bottle of his favourite red wine.
"And you need a top up, milady," Dave said, approaching Penelope's glass with gusto.
"I really shouldn't," she chuckled, covering her glass with her palm, "I'm already giddy, if I didn't know any better I would say you're trying to get me drunk," she finished, her deep crimson lips twisting into a cute, uninhibited smile.
"Maybe I am my dear, and I absolutely insist upon it," Dave said, moving her hand off of her glass and grinning up at her as he re-filled it near to the brim under the half-hearted shaking of her head.
"Do you ordinarily flirt with your collea-, I mean, friends, like this Dave," Penelope enquired lightly as she sampled her new glass. Dave filled his own glass as he checked the timer on the front of the cooker.
"Only when they are as intriguing and ravishing as yourself," he put simply, winking at her again as he clinked their glasses together playfully.