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Chapter Three

Finn woke up just as Rossi turned off the engine. She wiped her eyes, looked over at him and groaned.

"Oh shit." She let her head fall back against the headrest and closed her eyes.

"My sentiments exactly. Have you sobered up at all?"

"Well let's see. My brain is working, not too sure about my legs but my stomach does feel like it's in a washing machine."

"Great." Muttered Rossi under his breath. "Mind the upholstery."

Rossi got out of the car and opened the door for Finn. He offered her his hand to help her out but she ignored it and stumbled from the car. Rossi picked her bag up from the foot well and closed the car door with his foot.

"This isn't my place." Finn was stood looking up at Rossi's house, leaning on the bonnet of Rossi's car.

"No. This is my house. I don't know where you live."

"You could have asked."

"You passed out more or less as soon as you got into my car. What else was I supposed to do?"

"Can I have my bag?" Finn held out her hand to Rossi.

"Look will you just come into the house? You need some water, some painkillers and some sleep. You can be as fractious as you like in the morning."

"No. Give me my bag, I'll ring a cab and I'll go home."

"Agent Beckett, you know as well as I do that this is a situation that neither of us are happy with but you have hurt your head and even though you don't seem concussed you shouldn't be on your own tonight. I have a spare room and you are going to stay in there whether you like it or not."

Finn didn't bother to argue any more. She knew that Rossi was making sense but she wasn't going to acknowledge that out loud. Rossi put his arm around her waist and tried to help Finn into the house.

"I can walk just fine on my own." Finn shrugged out of Rossi's grip and concentrated on putting one foot in front of another without falling over.

It took Rossi half an hour to get Finn upstairs and into the spare room. Everything he did for her she fought him on. He managed to get her into the bedroom and sat on the bed. He went into the en-suite and started the shower running. He knew it was cruel but he was pissed and if he was pissed then Finn was going to end up fully clothed and in a cold shower. When he came back into the bedroom Finn was laid on the bed with her arm over her eyes.

"No you don't sleepy-head." Said Rossi as he pulled her arms straight and pulled her upright.

"No. Feel sick when I'm….."

Finn pushed past Rossi and dove head first into the bathroom. Rossi walked into the room just in time to hear Finn vomiting into the toilet bowl.

"Oh shit." Finn pulled her head out of the toilet and slumped with her head on the bowl. Rossi handed her a towel and tried not to grimace as she wiped her streaked make-up onto the pristine whiteness.

Rossi knelt on the floor next to Finn and pushed her hair from her face. She looked very different now to the Finn he was used to seeing. She'd wiped her make-up down her face, her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was stuck to her face. He reached forward and pushed her hair from in front of her eyes.

"Sweetie, what is going on with you?"

"I think I need to lie down."

"Yes darling, I think you do."

Rossi managed to get Finn onto the bed with a minimum amount of fuss. She was suddenly very pliant, as if all the fight had gone out of her. He left her on the bed and went to get a bottle of water and some painkillers. He wouldn't be able to get her to take either of them at the moment but they'd be there for when she woke up.

When he came back in to the bedroom Finn was laid on her back with one hand over her face and the other on her chest. Rossi pulled the en-suite door to, leaving a small gap so she could see where she needed to go. He put the water and the painkillers on the bedside table and switched on the table lamp. As Rossi pulled the comforter up to cover her up he noticed a series of small scars on her torso. Feeling like a cross between a pervert and a voyeur Rossi lifted up her t-shirt and gasped. Finn's entire torso was covered in small scars. They were different shapes and sizes but they all looked like they had been caused with something akin to a scalpel. Feeling even more perverted Rossi pulled his phone from his pocket and took a series of photographs of the scars. Something told him that this was going to be important. Rossi tucked the comforter around Finn and pushed a strand of hair from her face.

"Finn, what the hell happened to you?"

Rossi turned and walked towards the door as quietly as he could. The last thing he wanted to do was to wake her right now.

"David." He turned around and she had rolled over onto her side. Her eyes were barely open and he couldn't be sure whether she was entirely awake. She had never called him David before and the sound stopped him like a bullet. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Rossi didn't turn to look at Finn, just walked out of the door and closed it behind him.