He followed them all day, watching as they tried to figure out who had been the shooter. He didn't like that Rossi was on the phone with his Sweetness most of the case, most of the time reassuring her he was alright, the rest asking information on the case. How dare his Sweetness agree to help HIM? At the end of the day, he couldn't stand it anymore. Fucking Rossi was closer than he knew it and he did not like it at all.
He returned to his home and slammed the door. Going down to the basement, he put on a mask and carefully checked the glass jars all over the tables. It was ready. The new batch he had made was stronger than the last one, potentially lethal. And this time, this time he would not screw it up! He'll get Fucking Rossi once and for all and nobody could get in his way! Nobody!
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The next day, Reid sat down next to Hotch and sighed deeply. ''None of this makes sense'' he said, exasperated. They had spent the night going through evidence from the scene and the coroner's office but nothing flashed out. ''I am not kidding. 16 hamburgers with 6 servings of fries and two servings of salad. 10 large cokes, 4 large root beers, and 2 large sprites'' said Rossi said as he entered the room and sat down. ''Listen kid, I'm an FBI agent. I haven't slept for the past 24 hours, I am tired and hungry and not in the mood for bad jokes. So take down the damn order and get your sorry ass down here to PD. Got it?'' he snapped into the phone. He hung up and sighed deeply. ''What?'' he asked innocently when he looked up at the team, who were looking at him with wide eyes before erupting into laughter.
''He always like that?'' asked one of the officers in the room with them. Morgan chuckled, ''no but then again, we're all tired and if I were in his shoes, I'd probably do the same'' he said before passing a hand over his face. To say the team were tired was an understatement. They hadn't slept all night as they looked for clues of the murder of the Captain.
Half an hour later, a delivery man arrived with their orders, ''I got an order here for Agent Rossi?'' asked the delivery man. Rossi walked to the guy and paid him, ''keep the change'' he said before looking at the order. An officer came up to him, ''Hey, I said I wanted a sprite but I wanted a root beer. This damn concussion is making me chose all the wrong stuff'' he said with a pained face. Rossi chuckled before giving him a root beer. ''JJ - Sprite. Morgan, Hotch, Reid - Coke. Emily - Root Beer. You guys can pick up what you ordered'' he said before picking up his sprite. They started to nibble on their food when a cry from a couple people made them stop.
The officer who had switched to a root beer had fallen to the ground and was shaking uncontrollably. ''Somebody call an ambulance!'' yelled a fellow officer as he tried to stabilize the fallen officer. Nothing to be done though, he died before the ambulance arrived. The BAU team looked at the fallen root beer cup and linked the two. ''Nobody drink from their drinks!'' said Hotch loudly. All put their drinks on the table and started to investigate yet another case of a fallen police officer.
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'DAMN IT!' he thought. He knew fucking Rossi drank root beer when he ordered on cases, why isn't he the one who died?! He saw him take a sip from the damn cup! He had put a tablet in every root beer ordered! He didn't care if he had to kill everybody around fucking Rossi, he was going to kill the bastard one way or another. His Sweetness will return to him, even if he has to kidnap her away from that bastard!
'That's it!' he thought, 'he's keeping her against her will! That's why she hasn't returned to him!'' That explained everything. He will deliver his Sweetness from that bastard no matter what it took!
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