The UnSub's eyes drifted down to the floor for a moment before jerking back up to peer at Reid. If he really could help him...
"I do love him," he admitted quietly, though his muscles were tensing up, fingers curling into a fist at his side. He barely noticed Reid moving inside until he'd already gotten past the door. The UnSub moved swiftly, reaching for the gun he'd tucked into his back pocket, rather than the knife. He hadn't come here intending to hurt Rossi at all, or at least he tried to tell himself that. The way he'd rejected him on the phone last night, and the way he'd fought back this morning, though, had made it impossible not to, and he'd stolen David's gun this morning after he'd tied him up. Just in case. He held it firmly in one hand, near his chest. What if this man tried to take David?
"Y-You'll just try to take him from me. You can't have him," he practically spit at him, clenching the gun harder. It finally occurred to him to turn his head and look for David, but the couch was already empty. Shit.
"David!" He shouted, turning to look around the room, and then facing Reid straight-on again.
Rossi had a matter of seconds to act on his decision; Reid was here, which meant Reid had his gun. But he'd heard his captor draw a weapon, heard the familiar click of the safety coming off. He'd taken his gun, and the knife was probably within arm's reach. They were both at risk, but the way Rossi figured it, Reid was in more trouble at the moment, since the UnSub didn't know where Rossi was, and he was getting more agitated.
The mere idea of Reid being in the line of fire made his breath catch in his throat. It was risky, he knew that, but not acting now when he had this small window of opportunity was even riskier. And he could handle something happening to him far more easily than he could handle Reid being hurt, or something worse. So he took a few steps away from the wall and pounced on the man, grabbing one of his arms and holding it behind him while he threw another arm around his waist. He flailed wildly, but Rossi kept his arm steady until the man shoved them both back against the wall. Rossi managed somehow to knock the gun out of his grip, and it went sliding across the floor.
"Reid--" He tried to speak, to say anything, tell him to grab the gun, or just get to safety. But anything he'd been about to say was cut off as the table came crashing down beside them and the UnSub grabbed the knife, not hesitating before he jammed into Rossi's abdomen.
/sorry I wrote a novel XD
"I do love him," he admitted quietly, though his muscles were tensing up, fingers curling into a fist at his side. He barely noticed Reid moving inside until he'd already gotten past the door. The UnSub moved swiftly, reaching for the gun he'd tucked into his back pocket, rather than the knife. He hadn't come here intending to hurt Rossi at all, or at least he tried to tell himself that. The way he'd rejected him on the phone last night, and the way he'd fought back this morning, though, had made it impossible not to, and he'd stolen David's gun this morning after he'd tied him up. Just in case. He held it firmly in one hand, near his chest. What if this man tried to take David?
"Y-You'll just try to take him from me. You can't have him," he practically spit at him, clenching the gun harder. It finally occurred to him to turn his head and look for David, but the couch was already empty. Shit.
"David!" He shouted, turning to look around the room, and then facing Reid straight-on again.
Rossi had a matter of seconds to act on his decision; Reid was here, which meant Reid had his gun. But he'd heard his captor draw a weapon, heard the familiar click of the safety coming off. He'd taken his gun, and the knife was probably within arm's reach. They were both at risk, but the way Rossi figured it, Reid was in more trouble at the moment, since the UnSub didn't know where Rossi was, and he was getting more agitated.
The mere idea of Reid being in the line of fire made his breath catch in his throat. It was risky, he knew that, but not acting now when he had this small window of opportunity was even riskier. And he could handle something happening to him far more easily than he could handle Reid being hurt, or something worse. So he took a few steps away from the wall and pounced on the man, grabbing one of his arms and holding it behind him while he threw another arm around his waist. He flailed wildly, but Rossi kept his arm steady until the man shoved them both back against the wall. Rossi managed somehow to knock the gun out of his grip, and it went sliding across the floor.
"Reid--" He tried to speak, to say anything, tell him to grab the gun, or just get to safety. But anything he'd been about to say was cut off as the table came crashing down beside them and the UnSub grabbed the knife, not hesitating before he jammed into Rossi's abdomen.