Author: Ren Kayashima

Genre: Family/ Mystery

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Alas my top secret mission to steal the rights to Criminal Minds failed. At the last minute my repel line broke and I was arrested for trespassing on ABC ground. If you would like to help me with bail money…

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Chapter Three:

Rori sat on a king sized bed as she started to let her body relax. The room she was in was decorated in a modern black and white style with shocks of neon colors cleverly placed to draw attention to certain parts of the room. She was looking at a sketch book while listening to some classical music coming from the stereo. She stopped on a sketch of a small child holding a handful of daisies. The child had dark hair and the artist has added color to the light green eyes. She was in a yellow summer dress and white jelly sandals.

A tall Asian boy came into the room. He had shaggy black hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a pair of black rimmed glasses. He leaned against the metal desk and smiled at her. "Looking at your mom's sketches again?" he asked as he looked over the edge of his glasses.

"She was really good," Rori said as she turned the page once more. She couldn't tear her eyes from the expert shading. "She loved being a lawyer, but her true love was sketching photos she had taken or collected."

"Which one were you looking at?" the young man asked as he walked over.

Rori looked up and smiled. She flipped the pages back to the original sketch she was looking at. "If I remember correctly, this was the first year I went to Japan. The time I spent in Hokkaido with you and Kaoru with your grandparents, while mom worked on the big corporate case for your dad."

The boy looked at the sketch. "My Obaa-san took this photo and sent it to your mom so that she would know that you were okay."

Rori leaned back against the large pillows and looked at the boy. "Your grandmother is pretty cool. I love spending at least a week of my summer in Japan. Your mom is a god send, Kenta." She gushed. She looked at the ceiling and smiled as she put her hands under her head.

"Why? Because she taught you Japanese when you were still a babbling baby and she gives you free clothes?" Kenta asked as he moved over to the bed.

Rori sat up and held up a finger. "Free designer clothes. Let's not forget that now," she corrected with a smirk. She crossed her legs and rested her chin in her hands.

Kenta smiled as he crawled onto his bed to take a seat in front of Rori. "You know, you're like a daughter to my mom, and we are like the sons your mom didn't have. So, I guess it works out. My mom was happy that you were a fast learner. You picked up Japanese really fast, so Mom didn't try to slow our lessons down."

"Her lessons came with a price though." Rori said. "I've been her little model since I was a year old…"

"Yes, but only for test shots to see how her clothes look under the camera," Kenta pointed out. He grinned as Rori crossed her arms.

Rori kicked a leg out lightly tapped Kenta in the leg. "Don't degrade my status as a test model for Kayashima clothing designs. That's just wrong," she pouted.

Kenta looked around the room and sighed slightly. "You should grab a sweater before we head out. Mom said it might get cold tonight."

Rori snorted as she leaned over to grab a new wooden puzzle off of the bedside table. "Not likely," she said. "It's summer in D.C."

Kenta shook his head. He knew that Rori would probably be fine without a sweater, but he didn't want to argue with his mother. She scared him some days. "Just take a sweater with you."

Another teen came into the room. It was obvious that he and Kenta were twins. The only exception was that this young man had long hair tied back in a ponytail. He wore neon green glasses and grinned widely. "Are you guys ready to go?"

Rori jumped off the bed and walked over to Kenta's closet. She slid open a door and pulled a light sweater off of a hanger. She looked over her shoulder and tilted her head to the side as she smiled.

"That's my jacket," Kenta said pointing at her. He didn't mind that she had taken it, but it would have been better if she had asked. His mother would probably think it was cute.

Rori turned to look at him. She held her hands up apologetically. "I don't have one with my duffel bag. I packed it for summer, not fall or winter. You're lucky if you find a long sleeve shirt in my closet. What makes you think there's one in the duffel I keep at your place?"

Kenta sighed. She had a point. She had very few items that could be deemed 'winter wear', she preferred heavy jeans and winter coats that she could wear over a t-shirt. "Fine, but next time you take one of Kaoru's."

Rori waved Kenta's statement and turned to his twin. "Kaoru, who's driving tonight?"

"I am," Kaoru answered. "Kenta will only get us lost." He crossed his arms as he looked at his brother challenging.

"And you'll get us killed with your horrible driving," Kenta retorted.

"Boys, boys, let's be nice," Rori jokingly chided. She held out a hand for Kenta to take as Kaoru took her other hand.

"What are we five again?" Kenta asked with a smile. He took her hand anyway. "Can we leave now before Mom gives us the third degree?"

"It's just a concert in the park," Rori rolled her eyes. "Do you think they'll play Harry Potter?"

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The next morning in the living room of the twins, a common sight was found. All three teenagers were passed out on the furniture. Rori was curled up in a chair while each of the boys took a couch. On the coffee table sat three cell phones and a half eaten bowl of popcorn. Random candy wrappers were scattered on the table and on the floor.

Rori's iPhone lit up and Kaoru lifted his head only slightly from its position on the arm of the couch. He reached out and grabbed the vibrating phone. As he sat up he answered the phone quickly. "Rori's phone," he mumbled.

"Who's this?" an older male voice asked.

"I'm Kaoru," the teen answered simply as he looked around for his glasses. "Rori's asleep at the moment."

"And her phone isn't with her?" the voice asked. It sounded confused and Kaoru realized that this wasn't a voice he recognized.

"I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?" Kaoru asked as he grabbed his glasses off of a side table.

"Special Agent David Rossi," the voice grinded out.

Kaoru thought for a moment and then pulled the phone away from his ear. Sure enough Rori had entered the agent's number into her phone. "Oh, you're Rori's dad. Hold on, let me wake her up." Kaoru slid off of the couch and crawled over to the chair that Rori was sleeping in. He reached up and shook her shoulder determined to wake her up in the laziest fashion possible. "Rori, your dad's on the phone. You should probably wake up," he said.

Rori moaned and looked around the living room. "What time is it?" she asked as she rubbed her eyes. She looked at Kaoru who was now lying on the floor. "Why are you on the floor?"

Kaoru looked at Rori's phone. "It's almost ten, and I'm tired."

Rori immediately woke up and threw the blanket she had off of her. "Shit! I was supposed to meet him today at ten," She groaned and grabbed the phone as she toppled out of the chair. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," Rossi stated. "I can come pick you up, just let me know where you are."

"M'kay," she mumbled as she jumped up. She gave him the address as she made her way towards the stairs. She hung up and sighed.

Kaoru pushed himself up and looked at her. "Where are you going?" he asked as he pulled himself up into the chair that Rori had been sleeping in.

"I'm going to grab a shower. Can you let your mom know that my dad's coming?" she asked as she started her ascent.

Kaoru looked at the ceiling as the fogginess in his head. "Hey, if you end up living with this dude, what are you going to call him?" he asked as he pulled his glasses off to clean them.

Rori stopped halfway up that stairs. She turned and looked at her best friend. "I don't know," she answered after a moment. She turned and started running up the stairs. She had to be ready before her 'dad' showed up to get her blood tested.

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Rori walked out of the hall bathroom in a simple pair of light blue jeans and a white button up shirt under a black satin vest. She held a pair of black all-stars with a ball of rolled up socks stuffed in one of the shoes. When she heard voices coming from downstairs, she looked up. She watched Kenta come out of his room in a pair of jean shorts and a blue t-shirt. She joined him and used her open hand to roll up her sleeves neatly. As soon as one arm was done she switched the hand that was holding her shoes.

Kenta smiled and nodded in approval. Rori was a very casual dresser, but tried to add some sort of sophistication to her look. "Looking good," he said.

Rori only smiled and adjusted the multiple friendship bracelets on her right wrist and black rubber bracelets on her left. The bracelets were there for the sole purpose of hiding the feint scars that wrapped around both wrists. Nobody really noticed them, but she was always conscious of them.

Kaoru popped up next to Rori in a white t-shirts and black jeans. "I smell pancakes," he said.

"Yummy," Rori hummed.

The three headed down a large flight of stairs and walked into the dining room. They found Rossi seated holding a cup of coffee. He was in his normal suit jacket and jeans. He looked up from his cup and smiled gently at Rori.

"Good morning," Rori greeted. "How are you today?"

Rossi nodded as he lifted his cup to his lips. "Good, how about you?" he asked before taking a sip.

Rori looked up and bit the inside of her cheek as she searched for the right answer. "Refreshed," she said. She pulled a chair out and sat down on the table. "I'm really sorry; I didn't mean to sleep in. I actually set an alarm, but I guess I slept through it."

"It's all right," Dave said. "I arranged to take the day off," he explained.

Rori shook her head. "You didn't have to do that," she said. "I'm sure we could have met up sometime later when you had the time. Your job is important."

Kenta sat next to Rori as Kaoru took the open seat next to his brother. "With proving paternity, isn't it one of those things that falls under the sooner-the-better category?" Kenta asked as he grabbed a napkin and put it in his lap.

"Rori, you put your dirty clothes in the hamper right?" a woman in her forties asked as she walked into the dining room with a large plate of pancakes. She was in a yellow floral summer dress and wore black strappy sandals. Her long black hair had been slightly curled so that the long locks fells in loose ringlets over her shoulders.

Rori nodded as she pulled her chair a little bit closer to the table. "My duffel bag is now hiding in Kenta's closet this time," she smiled as the woman set the plate of pancakes on the table.

"All right, eat up; I'm not letting you leave the house on an empty stomach," the woman stated as she moved back to the kitchen.

"Arigato, Kimi-kasan," Rori grinned as she grabbed two pancakes and dropped them on an empty plate. She swatted Kenta's hand as he moved to grab the syrup. As soon as her plate was drenched in the sugary substance she handed the syrup over.

The woman came out of the kitchen with a pitcher of orange juice for the three hungry teenagers. Kenta and Kaoru were already shoveling food into their mouth. Rori looked at her food and then at Rossi. "Um," she began before she paused. "Agent Rossi, I'd like you to meet Kimi, Kaoru, and Kenta Kayashima. I've known them since I was little kid."

Dave looked at Rori as he swallowed another sip of coffee. He knew that Rori and he would have a rocky beginning. The fact that they had yet to settle on what to call him also caused some tension. "You can call me anything you deem appropriate."

Rori felt herself smiling as she chewed. She looked at her full plate and swallowed as she nodded.

Kimi Kayashima sat down at the table and looked at Dave. She felt like there needed to be more of an explanation after Rori's introduction. "I met Chris when the boys were two. She was the lawyer representing my husband's company. He's in Japan right now at a technology conference, but he and I have always been a part of the Morre's lives. We moved to D.C four years ago and were overjoyed when Rori moved in with Kate. Even if the circumstances leading up to such living arrangements weren't the most pleasant," she explained. She looked at her sons and Rori. "I swear to you Mr. Rossi, these three are inseparable."

Rossi looked over at Rori, who at the very moment had a piece of pancake sticking out of her mouth. She used her fork to push it back in and swallowed it down with a sip of juice. She smiled sadly and poked at her food. "Kenta and Kaoru were waiting at the airport for me when Kate and I came back from California. They even spent a week at Kate's apartment to make sure I got settled."

Kaoru looked up from his food and smirked. "It's true; Rori just can't get enough of our handsome faces," he said mockingly.

"Yeah, Kaoru, that's it," Kenta scoffed as he shook his head. He was certainly the more rational of the twins. "It has nothing to do with the fact that we've been friends since we were in diapers."

Rori decided to join in the fun. "No, I think Kaoru's right. I mean, he's so much better looking than you or Dan."

"We have the same face," Kenta argued as his ear turned red. "How can my twin brother be any better looking than me? Now, Dan, I understand him being ugly." He stubbornly stabbed at his pancake before taking a bite.

Rossi watched the small childish exchange only to be reminded of Garcia and Morgan. Rori looked at him and took a sip of her juice once more. "This is normal for us, just so ya' know," she shrugged. She was going to put everything out on the table. If he didn't want it, then at least she was being honest.

"I've seen more explicit conversation take place between Agent Morgan and our technical analyst," Rossi stated after he finished the rest of his coffee. He had to ask Kimi where she got her grind because he loved the taste.

Kimi tried to play the perfect hostess to the famous profiler. She remembered talking to Christine several times about his when Rori got interested in criminal profiling. "Are you sure you don't want something to eat Mr. Rossi. It wouldn't be any trouble to make you up a plate of something."

Dave smiled. "No, this coffee's great," he said. "Could you tell me what grind you use?"

Kimi smiled and stood up. "I'll go get it right now to show you," she said.

As soon as Kimi disappeared Rori finished off her food. "I'm really sorry about this morning," she apologized again.

Rossi was reminded of Christine's habit to apologize constantly for the smallest of offenses. "It's okay," he reassured her.

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Rori sat on a padded doctor's bed swinging her legs back and forth as she waited for the medical assistant to come in and take a swab of her cheek, or whatever was needed to prove that David Rossi was her father. Rossi watched her as she bobbed her head to some song that was playing in her head. She started to hum and he recognized the song as a Sinatra classic.

"You like Frank?" he asked as he leaned back in his seat. There was an empty chair beside him, but Rori had hopped onto the bed as soon as she spotted it.

Rori turned her head so that she was looking at him. She nodded quickly. "The Rat Pack in general was a great group. I love Sammy Davis, Jr's version of 'My Funny Valentine'. It's my favorite jazz song." She continued to bob her head.

Dave leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "What's your favorite Sinatra piece?"

"'Come Fly With Me'," Rori answered without hesitation. "The original Ocean's Eleven was really good too."

"You have good taste," Rossi said as he watched Rori pause.

"I like to call it culture," she remarked. She looked at the small bar set up filled with jars of tongue depressors, cotton swabs, and q-tips. She bit her lip and looked back to Rossi. "They won't take blood when a cheek swab will do. Right?"

"They shouldn't need to," Rossi answered. There were several methods for collecting DNA, and proving paternity was an everyday occurrence in today's society. A cheek swab would do the job. "Why?" he asked as his curiosity was raised.

"I'm kind of afraid of needles," Rori said as she picked her nails. "I never used to be. In fact when I was about to start Pre-K mom took me to get some vaccinations and I burst into a fit of giggles. I couldn't keep still." Rori shook her head as if to chase away a painful memory, but she couldn't place the fear.

"Do you know why?" Dave asked sitting up.

Rori shook her head again. "It all started after my mom died. When I woke up in the hospital."

"How did Chris die?" Rossi questioned. He hadn't bothered to look it up. He could get the information from Rori or Garcia.

Rori looked at the ceiling and swallowed. "Kate said it was an accident. I was in the car with her, but I can't tell you what happened," she said as cracked her knuckles.

Dave sighed and he knew he had struck a small nerve. "So, you don't remember the accident?"

Rori looked at him and pushed her bangs out of her eyes. "No. We were in Scotland for two weeks. The accident happened towards the end of the trip. I… I can't remember the trip at all. Kate said I was in a two day coma after the accident from a severe concussion. According to Kate though, I was conscious enough to get myself out of the car, but… I just- I don't remember."

Dave looked at his hands. "I'm sorry," he spoke. He shouldn't have asked about it so soon after meeting her.

Rori remained silent while the technician came in with two q-tips. The tech took a cheek swab from Rossi first, and moved over to Rori, who opened her mouth obediently. When the assistant left, Rori slid onto the floor and looked at Dave. "You can go back to work. I'm sure I can find something to keep me busy."

Dave rubbed his hands on the back of his jeans as he stretched. He smiled at Rori. "Do you want to come back to the BAU with me?" he asked. "You seemed to like it there."

Rori glanced up from her phone. She nodded. "I do. It's so professional, but at the same time, your team, they have a light heartedness when they aren't focusing on the terrible things they see every day."

Dave had to agree with her. "Shall we go?" he asked.

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Dave entered the BAU with Rori followed quietly behind him. She was texting quickly on her phone talking to the twins. She had her headphones on as she occasionally looked up to make sure she didn't bump into someone. The team looked up from their desks and all smiled. Rori waved and grinned. She looked up at Rossi who gave her a nod to say that she could go talk to the team.

"Hey Agent Morgan, Agent Prentiss, Dr. Reid," she greeted.

Prentiss set one of her files down and leaned back in her chair. "Hey, how are you?" she answered.

"Not too shabby," Rori nodded. "A simple cheek swab, nothing more. I guess everything is all right now. Well, they will be when the results come in. All's well that ends well."

"Has it ended well?" Morgan said.

Rori laughed slightly. "I'm here instead of wreaking havoc on the Library of Congress."

"Avid reader?" Prentiss asked.

Rori shrugged nonchalantly. "Sort of. The Library isn't exactly my cup of tea, but I learn a lot about the law, and they have a lot of resources there. It's a learning experience."

"So, do you read really fast," Morgan asked wondering if they had another Reid on their hands.

Rori nodded. "My only problem is mystery novels. I finish them before I have time to figure out who did it," she said before biting the inside of her cheek.

Hotch looked into the bullpen before knocking on Rossi's door and gaining permission to enter the office. Hotch was holding some papers that needed signing. Dave was typing quickly on the computer as Frank Sinatra played quietly in the background. Hotch took a seat in one of Rossi's comfortable chairs. "When will the results come in?"

Dave looked at Aaron and slouched in his seat. "Three days, but something tells me that I already know the answer," he stated with a knowing curl of the lips.

Hotch dropped the pages on top of Rossi's desk. "You need to sign these."

Dave pulled the papers over and gave them a quick look before he scribbled his signature on the last page. He held the papers out for the team leader to take.

"How did Chris die?" Hotch asked. He figured that Dave would have asked Rori about it.

"Rori told me that it was a car accident in Scotland. She doesn't seem to remember the two week surrounding the entire accident. She doesn't like to talk about it."

"She was in the car?" Hotch asked. He wondered how Rori felt about that. To survive a car accident that her mother hadn't walked away from.

Rossi nodded. He knew what his teammate was thinking. Perhaps it was a good thing that she couldn't remember. "I'm starting to see things in her that remind me of Christine," he said with a sad smile.

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