SSA David Rossi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hell_ofa_thing) wrote2012-06-02 03:51 pm
hell_ofa_thing) wrote2012-06-02 03:51 pm
To be alive is to be vulnerable. (( Roleplay ))
The saying, hindsight is 20/20, had never been more true than now. Looking back, there had been hints all along that something wasn't right about the young man who had showed up at every single lecture he'd given within the last week. He'd seemed lonely, and it wasn't difficult to imagine he had few, if any, friends. People like that latched on to the slightest bit of attention, and that first night, Rossi had autographed his book and spent a few minutes chatting with him. Overzealous, sure, but he hadn't seemed dangerous. Clearly, he had completely underestimated the depth of his obsession, and just how committed he was to apparently having Rossi all to himself.
Somehow he'd managed to get Rossi's phone number, and had been calling him at work the last two days. There had also been that letter sent to his office, telling him how much he looked forward to spending time with him soon. That had been worrisome, and that had come yesterday. But in typical Rossi fashion, he was reluctant to say too much to anyone on the team, lest they worry, or get hurt themselves. More than himself, he needed to protect them.
Before he had a chance to deal with it, however, his stalker had beaten him to it. When he'd gotten in his car this morning, he'd had a knife pressed to his throat before he could put his keys in the ignition. He'd let the man lead him back inside before he fought back, which had a doubly negative effect: he'd managed to stab Rossi in the thigh, and the struggle had shattered the stalker's delusion that Rossi would be a willing captive, endeared to him instantly. Before he could think of anything else to say or do, the stalker slammed his head against the wall, and he saw nothing but blackness.
Somehow he'd managed to get Rossi's phone number, and had been calling him at work the last two days. There had also been that letter sent to his office, telling him how much he looked forward to spending time with him soon. That had been worrisome, and that had come yesterday. But in typical Rossi fashion, he was reluctant to say too much to anyone on the team, lest they worry, or get hurt themselves. More than himself, he needed to protect them.
Before he had a chance to deal with it, however, his stalker had beaten him to it. When he'd gotten in his car this morning, he'd had a knife pressed to his throat before he could put his keys in the ignition. He'd let the man lead him back inside before he fought back, which had a doubly negative effect: he'd managed to stab Rossi in the thigh, and the struggle had shattered the stalker's delusion that Rossi would be a willing captive, endeared to him instantly. Before he could think of anything else to say or do, the stalker slammed his head against the wall, and he saw nothing but blackness.
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"Could've been hurt," he murmured, brows furrowing together darkly. He wasn't, and that was a relief. But he could have been. He'd been through the worry and fear of seeing his teammates hurt, nearly dying. They were family, and he couldn't lose any of them. Reid had been hurt before, and it had been hard to deal with then, but the idea of it now was even harder to reconcile. It made sense, in some ways; they'd been working together longer now, grown closer, more connected. They often split up together out in the field, and Reid felt almost like a partner, even though none of them had just one per se. He couldn't quite make sense of it, certainly not now when he was so groggy. But there was something that had changed, shifted, somewhere along the way. He couldn't even attempt to define it right now.
But if Reid had been hurt--
"Don't ever do that again."
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"If you don't keep a stalker to yourself ever again, I won't have to." Because like hell would he just walk away if the situation were the arise again.
Indeed. Always fun getting into their heads like this.
"I'll tell you," he promised. He'd seen how well it had worked out, keeping it hidden. His hand probed gently at his wounds, trying to assess the damage. "How bad was it?" Most of the pain was still dulled by medicine, so it was hard to gauge the true extent.
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He frowned, looking up at all the machines and tubes connected to Rossi. "It was pretty bad. They took out your spleen and you nicked an artery. We're lucky that you didn't bleed out." If Reid hadn't been so relieved that Rossi was alive, he would have been scolding him. Oh well, he could leave that to Hotch.
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"Hard to keep my eyes open. You don't need to stick around, I'm sure the docs know what they're doing."
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"Thanks," he murmured. For being here, for saving me, for... He'd finish that thought later.