Disclaimer: See last chapter
A/N: This is going to be so short, and probably pointless but yeah; I didn't really know what to put for smoking
"A smoke to ease the crave."
Rossi brought the cigar to his lips, leaning back against the wall and sighing; at the end of a long day it was so much easier to kick back and relax and smoke. He shook his head, closing his eyes for a second as he thought about the case that week; it all seemed to be getting so much harder.
He bit down on his lip, thinking about it for a moment – the cases were always hard for him, but he had always been able to handle them, it was his job. But the people, his team members and as much as he hated to admit it – his friends, they got to him every day.
He noticed the change in them, it happened almost over night as they suddenly let the job get to them. One by one they changed; first Hotch, and then everyone else followed. He had seen their eyes change, the way JJ would stumble over her words sometimes when talking to press or the way Emily would avert her eyes away from a dead body – they had changed.
He sighed at the thought, not one of the team members were the same person they were back when he had met them; they had all changed so quickly and so suddenly. But he didn't know how, and he didn't know why.
Rossi brought the cigar back to his lips, breathing it in and then out again as he visibly relaxed; it was the only thing that did relax him these days. He bit down on his lip, wondering what the rest of the team did to relax any worries they had; assuming it was so much worse than anything he did.
He looked down at the floor, finally done before walking off and sighing; he had no idea what was going on but he sure as hell was going to find out.