Feb. 3rd: Fear – 100 words – Our heroes receive a warning about the enemy's latest battle plans.
David Rossi/Alex Blake
Two lights shone in the otherwise darkened bullpen. One was in Hotch's office. Rossi knew he was going to pull a late-nighter over this case.
The other highlighted a woman sitting at her desk, head in her hands.
"Alex?" Rossi asked, making his way down the stairs. "What are you still doing here?"
Blake snapped her head around to look at him. "Oh. Hi. Just...working."
"There's no files on your desk," Rossi pointed out. Blake said nothing.
"It's this Replicator case, isn't it?"
Blake sighed. "Yeah. Those photos of the whole team..." She suppressed a shudder. "I just can't bear the thought of anyone here being in danger."
"We've faced big threats before," Rossi said, remembering Foyet and Doyle. "We'll get this bastard, too. I promise." He placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it gently.
Blake smiled. Hard to feel defeated when he sounded so determined.
"C'mon," he continued. "Let's go for a late supper. My treat."
"Okay." Blake stood, allowing Rossi to help her into her coat. She turned to face him. "Thanks."
Rossi took her hand in his. "Anytime."
Somehow the darkness didn't seem as scary anymore.