Rossi and Reid

My mother says girls can sense when men are changing. When you are ready certain types of girls, the right kind of girls, will find you. It's only when you are ready though. – Spencer Reid -

Reid has been momentarily disappointed and baffled when Morgan has left. Rossi instead has taken notice of his behavior; it's not that he scrutinizes his colleagues, but he is the oldest member of the team and sometimes he feels the responsibility of looking after them and relieving partly Hotch of his fathering responsibility toward the team. Something has changed in Derek demeanor since the first time they met. He's abandoned a lot of his stubborn arrogance, he's less impulsive and demonstrated his value through his choices and actions. He proved to be a leader while replacing Hotch and to be faithful to the team when he stepped back at his return. Under this aspect Morgan is a lot better that he was at his age, blinded by his ambition and complacent. But the guy needs to chill out a bit in the personal life; if he goes on like this soon not even demolishing and rebuilding the all real estate in DC will be enough to compensate his excess of testosterone. He definitely needs a woman, and not a lame fling like the two girls who approached him before. He needs a real relationship with a real woman, he just has to acknowledge that he is capable of keeping a story for a long term and that rules are made to be bent sometimes. And obviously he needs to damn open his eyes, he is astonished by how such a smart guy can be so oblivious in front of the evidence of facts, and the denial of the counterpart is not helping very much. Those two will drive him crazy some day.

"Your friend is gonna take it all" A female voice brings him back.

"Excuse me?" he replies confused to the bar tender, a beautiful blond woman, with a foreign accent.

"The storm, haven't you seen outside? It's raining cats and dogs"

"Go figure, that might help him to clear his mind" he jokes back with a smirk.

"A lost soul?" she inquires.

"I don't know if he's lost. Definitely he's myopic"

"Mmh, sounds like a woman is involved in this picture"

Rossi chuckles "Yes, and unfortunately she's not less myopic than him"

"God makes them and then coupling them"

Rossi laughs back nodding "Where's this accent coming from?" he asks

"France, Paris. I left twenty-five years ago, but I have never lost it"

"Don't! It's lovely"

"I'm Natalie" she smiles reclining her head on one side and extending a hand.

"Dave" he smiles back, then she has to go back to take care of the other clients and he returns to his colleague rolling his eyes at the scene. What's wrong with these new generations? Either they don't know how to choose the right women, either they don't know how to interact with them at all.

Reid has been approached by two girls, one more outspoken and definitely more interested has blond long locks and blue eyes, high heels and a long, black shirt, apparently she has forgotten her jeans. Another thing Rossi doesn't get is fashion, he's really not sure people understand that the real charm is not related to the way you dress or undress in this case; and the annoying conversation the blond is carrying on is a pretty evident demonstration of his theory. The other girl is a brunette, straight hair to her shoulders, blue lively eyes, she doesn't seem particularly interested in the conversation, nor by Reid, she's probably tagging along. Reid is almost oblivious of the interest the bond has for him and doesn't seem particularly at ease.

"OMG! This is gonna be the storm of the Century" the blond squeaks in a skittish tone.

"Actually" Reid suddenly comes back to life, being able to deliver information and thus feeling in his comfort zone "the storm of the century and one of the worst the US ever experienced, hit the Eastern States in 1993. It was a massive cyclonic storm whose arms reached Canada and Central America. Alabama and Georgia were covered by roughly six inches of snow and further South over sixteen inches of rain were recorded, along with thunderstorms and tornadoes. The northeast received up to 3.5 feet of snow and storm surges twelve feet high were recorded. In all 300 lives were taken. I don't think anybody is dead tonight, not from the storm anyway…"

The girl stares at him almost scared, definitely she was not prepared to receive a lecture in extreme meteorological events when she approached him. Now she is probably thinking of an elegant way to get away from this conversation. Rossi rolls his eyes and get closer in the effort of giving some support to the younger friend who is for sure a genius but when it comes to women is a disaster.

"According to which parameters are you reasoning?" a sparkle revives the distract brunette.

Rossi freezes in a presentiment whose consequences he's not sure is going to like.

Reids hesitates a second, he's not used to be questioned.

She takes advantage of his silence and goes on, a smile arising on her lips as she speaks "You can consider the intensity of the storm based on objective scales, or the intensity of the damages to people and infrastructure or the amplitude of the area affected. In this case you are obviously prioritizing the number of fatalities which is understandable under a social point of view, but scientifically speaking is a pretty lame and uninformative approach"

Silence from Rossi, whose presentiment has been confirmed, and is not sure he can cope with two geniuses in the same room at the same time at this point of the night with his glass empty.

Silence from the blonde who got lost a long time ago.

Silence from Reid who didn't see it coming, but who gets it over soon and picks up the challenge with enthusiasm "What you say is right. But from a scientific point of view we should also debate on the different scales of classification used and on the pros and cons of each one. At that point we should decide whether to adopt a weighted approach or if to prefer a scale over the others…"

Rossi takes a couple of steps back and leans against the counter, head in hands. He tries to recall why he accepted a night with colleagues in first instance.

"Another round?" Natalie comes to rescue him.

"Yeah, it's very needed"

"It seems your young friend found company down there" she smiles handing another glass of whiskey, the right one, without even having to ask for it.

"Yes he did. As you said God makes them and then coupling them" he raises the glass cheering before taking a sip of golden bliss.

After this night was not such a bad idea...


Thanks for reading and thanks to those who took the time to review! I appreciate it a lot.

A note: I am not American and I don't know a lot about storms in the US, I did some research about the strongest storms of the century and I hope the information I found are reliable, but who knows... So in case I wrote something wrong I apologize in advance.