Captured

It's a new experience for him…

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Prentiss was going to be impossible about this. Absolutely fucking impossible.

"So Dave," Rossi mimed, trying to wiggle around to work his hands from the cuffs holding him, "how did that go for you? Knocked out by a girl who weighs about a buck twenty? Oh boy, oh boy, guess your age is catching up on you."

Damn woman. She would too. Straight to the age card. Or the pervert card. Didja follow her cos she smiled pretty at you, Dave? Or heck, the goddamn misogynist card. Yeah, she bloody would.

"Shut up, Prentiss," he muttered to his absent colleague, giving up on the cuffs. He wasn't Reid; he wasn't magicking his way out of here. And his milk was probably going sour or spilled all over the pavement next to his car. Or…oh god. In his car.

The door opened. Rossi's head snapped up, eyes wide.

Prentiss sauntered in, already grinning when she saw him. "Well, well," she teased gently, eyes skimming him for injuries. "For once it's not Reid being abduct—"

"Emily, tell me the truth," he gasped, hearing the rest of the team clearing the building, "did the milk spill in my car?!"

He probably deserved the look she gave him.