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"Wonderful." Rossi muttered in disbelief as his Scotch came and he looked across the restaurant. From his well hidden favorite booth in the corner of the restaurant, he had spotted a bright red dress that immediately took his attention away from the quickly chattering Sara. Emily… why here? Why of all nights did it have to be here, that you try the restaurant I told you about… Rossi looked at the blonde man animatedly telling some story and waving his arms about with a sickeningly perfect smile. She's smiling… maybe she's enjoying herself. Maybe he's not a prick after all. She actually looks like she's letting loose a little… He watched her nod and smile during a story interval and take a long drink from her wine glass. Emily Prentiss had never drank in his memory. But then he didn't have all that many personal memories with her, did he? You should enjoy yourself too… his attention went back to Sara who was now lightly poking his arm.
"Earth to Dave…" She said politely, wondering what Rossi was staring at.
"I'm sorry, I've just spotted my colleague. It's fascinating seeing your coworkers outside of work, don't you think? Almost like they're actually humans…" Rossi smiled brightly at her, hoping to make her forget his mistake.
"Ah! I see her! Your partner from earlier." Her slightly deflated tone was not lost on Rossi. Nor was the term your partner.
She is my partner… she always has my back…
"I think her date might be a little too excited… what do you think they're talking about?" Rossi asked casually and slightly playfully, with a tone that begged her to engage in the spying with him. "Oh! I'm a doctor. I save millions of lives with these gigantic teeth of mine!" Rossi took on an odd accent and shook his head a little, and to his relief, his teasing of Emily's date made Sara giggle hysterically.
"You're so bad!" She leaned in closer and put a hand on his thigh, batting eyelashes over baby blue eyes. He looked down at the perfectly manicured hand high on his thigh and felt his cock twitch just a little bit. Was she going to excite him after all? The prospect raised his interest a little.
"I'm sorry." He smiled kindly and put his arm on the back of the booth back, right above her head, twisting his torso nearer hers. "I can't help but do a little recon work, even at dinner. Forgive me. Tell me about yourself Sara. All I know so far is where you work and that you're well stocked with pink sticky notes…"
Sara giggled her embarrassment and scooted a little closer. The Scotch in Rossi's system was already working it's magic with his temperament and charm, and the closeness didn't bother him at all. .Maybe this night won't be a disaster after all… And for the rest of dinner, he was actually able to forget all about Emily and her idiot date.
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Emily had to stop herself from forcefully coughing as she choked on a small piece of meat. Noticing Rossi on the far end of the restaurant, with the girl from the CIA office, it was all she could do to take another swig of her wine and try not to give herself away to Matthews.
Oh, you're old enough to be her father but not too old to take her to dinner? Emily's mind fumed as she watched the young woman, certainly no older than 25, move closer to Rossi in the low-lit booth. I should have gotten a booth. Raking in the candle in the middle of the table, Rossi's scotch in his right hand, his left arm above the red cushion and body turned towards the blonde, Emily felt embarrassment and pain rising in her chest. As her cheeks flamed and an odd ache started in her gut, she prayed to whatever gods may be to vaporize her from this place, from this entire planet.
"So, what about it, Em? You wanna go to the shooting range this weekend? I think it might be fun, ya know? You can show me all your FBI skills…" Scott winked in an overly flirtatious way and took a long swig of beer.
"That sounds nice. Excuse me, I need to use the ladies room." Emily grabbed her clutch and stopped herself from running to the restroom.
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