Hotch almost choked on his drink.
"Strauss?" he asked, eyes wide. "You and Strauss?"
Rossi glared at him, ordering another scotch. "Once."
"No wonder she hates you."
"I'd like you to know that she kicked me out of her bed."
Hotch just gave him a look, and Rossi finally caved.
"Fine, fine. She just beat me to it."
Shaking his head, Hotch took another sip. "Strauss," he muttered.
Dave knew he'd never live that one down.