Any doubt that Rossi may have had about JJ's suspicions had quickly been annihilated once he found himself staring at the business end of a Sig. While thinking of a way to get this situation in hand, Rossi continued to hit the send button on his phone, praying that, just once, he wouldn't hear the "error" beep after each press of his thumb.
Appearing more shocked than he actually was, Rossi held out his right hand, palm up in a defensive gesture. "Jason, man, I'm not sure what's going on but you don't need that gun. Surely you don't think that we're a threat to you. I'm a Federal agent and my partner is unconscious over there. What do you possibly have to be afraid of? We're not going to hurt you. We're just trying to get out of here. What happened? I thought you were checking on our help?"
"Cut the crap, Agent Rossi!" The southern man spat, while beads of perspiration were beginning to form on his temples. "I know that you know who I am. That lyin' cow over there told you who I was. I saw you whispering to her!" With each sharp word, "Jason" thrust his pistol in JJ's direction.
Protecting JJ's cover of being unconscious and hurt, Rossi quickly came up with an excuse for his extended time next to the blonde. "Jason, I don't know what you're talking about. My partner has been out of it since before you got here. I told you she has a head injury. I was just checking her pupils and her breathing. Even if she was awake, which I can assure you she is not, I'm not sure that she's in her right mind enough to be able to know who I am, much less a complete stranger. Why are you all of the sudden afraid of us? Help me out man."
Trying to get the man's focus off of JJ's form, lying only feet way, Rossi took a step towards Jason. Suddenly feeling threatened, the seasoned agent found the gun pointing directly at his chest. "Jason, what's going on? Why do you even think you know my partner? We're not from around here."
"Well guess what, Agent Rossi, neither am I! And I know that miserable, ugly cow that you call your partner. I hope you have good aim because if you expect her to be your back up you're in trouble. She's useless. Agent Jennifer Jureau, media liaison to the FBI's most elite group of profilers. What the hell is a media liaison anyway? Huh? Is that just code for she's too stupid or unqualified for any other position but we had to be politically correct and employee her somehow? All she does is stand in front of the camera looking like the tramp she is while spouting that tired old lie, that you're gonna get your man! You could have done a lot better than that!" Wiping the spittle off his mouth with one hand, the southerner continued to point his gun at Rossi.
"Well, I guess the charade's up, huh?" Changing directions, Dave decided to turn this around on the man in front of him. "William LaMontagne. Detective LaMontagne, if I'm not mistaken, although I'm certainly not sure who you could have possibly paid off for that title. Surely New Orleans isn't so desperate that they would employ crazy little men with Daddy issues to protect and serve." Having its desired effect Will walked a little closer to the agent, his attention wavering from JJ.
"So I was right, huh? The little skank isn't as hurt as you'd like me to think she is." Will quickly pointed his gun back at JJ, while still keeping Rossi in his sights.
Doing his best to stay calm and focused, Rossi continued to bait the detective, all the while continuing to press the send button on his phone, and all the while hearing the error message sure to follow. "Oh, she's hurt and unconscious, alright. But JJ didn't have to tell me anything. I've known about you for a while, you bastard. Do you really think that the smartest team of agents this side of the country didn't know what was going on with one of their own? You really are as stupid as you look, aren't you? We've had our eye on you since you first started calling on JJ. We're very protective of our friends, our family. We know all about the flowers and everything else." Rossi ground out that last phrase through his clenched teeth. He already considered JJ to be part of his family. Now, with the prospect of that relationship becoming more serious, David was going to employee all the negotiation tactics that he had ever perfected in his many years of experience. Taking the chance that the detective was too amped up to press David for more details that he certainly didn't have, or to realize that he was going on generalities of what he'd garnered from JJ, he continued to egg him on.
"We know you've been stalking her, Will. What's the matter, can't keep a woman on your own merit so you got to terrorize one in order to feel like a man? So I'm guessing that would mean you have Mommy issues to go along with those Daddy ones." Rossi let a low whistle escape from his lips. "I guess what they say is true, if it's not one thing it's the mother. Ha! What did she do, Will, dress you up like the daughter she never had? Make you attend tea parties and get sewing lessons? Such a shame really, wasting her time like that. You certainly would have made a hideous little girl."
Rossi wasn't completely expecting Will to lunge at him as quickly as he did, but he was prepared for it all the same. He quickly moved out of the detective's way, pulling his gun out of his holster as he did. With the gun in his right hand aimed at the lunatic on the ground, Rossi stole a glance at the bars on the cell phone still in his left hand. Noticing three strong bars, Rossi quickly pressed the send button. That was the only distraction that Will needed. Rossi never saw him aiming the gun. And while the ominous sound of the shot rang out, the "error" beep on his phone did not. And as Rossi fell to the ground, he had a smile on his face.