The Wives of David Rossi -- 3/3
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vanillafluffyTitle: The Wives of David Rossi 3/3
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Pairing: Rossi/OFCs
Rating/Work-safeness: PG, work safe
Approximate word count: 470
Disclaimer: David Rossi is his own man.
Betaed by: Red
Summary: In last week's discussion between Hotch and Rossi, Rossi said they had a total of four failed marriages between them. As far as I know, Hotch has never mentioned a previous marriage, so I've concluded that Rossi is the one who's really racked up a score. Here's my take on the subject.
(Un)True Crime
Although it galled him to admit it, David Rossi’s third wife was a mid-life crisis, plain and simple. He’d been single for three years after his divorce from Audrey, when Brooke approached him in a bookstore. “I’ve read your book!” she enthused. “It was wonderful!”
His initial wariness at her pick-up line was overcome when she explained that her father had been a crime reporter--retired now, living in Arizona--and she’d grown up on tales of mayhem around the kitchen table. She courted him, and the fact that a beautiful woman fifteen years his junior was breathless in his presence made him walk a little taller.
Brooke was fascinated by his job. Donna had merely shown polite interest in what he did. Audrey, although she cared for him, had been horrified by what he dealt with every day. He answered her questions--she always had questions. She wanted to know how evidence pointed to an unsub, what did he notice at a crime scene--the smells, the sounds…he wondered if her father had really shared such unsavory information with a young girl.
They had a simple ceremony at City Hall, no guests in attendance. Rossi felt good that his wife didn’t need to work, and he encouraged her when she wanted to take college classes. He suppressed as insecure the thought that she might meet someone nearer her own age.
Three years in, he could tell Brooke was being secretive about something, but when the truth emerged, it wasn’t anything he’d expected. She’d written a book--the first he knew of it was after she’d signed a contract and gotten an advance check--and it was the worst kind of sensational pot-boiler imaginable. It made the BAU sound like an asylum where the lunatics were in charge, and the betrayal brought him to his senses.
If Rossi hadn’t been thinking with his dick, he would’ve run a background check a lot sooner. She’d been fired from several workplaces for petty theft--none had pressed charges; one man, not knowing that he was Brooke's husband, said she’d offered sexual favors to keep her job. When he used his investigating skills to uncover her family background, it revealed her as a pathological liar. Far from being a crime reporter, her father installed ceramic tile in Delaware. He’d learned the trade in prison, where he’d also benefitted from the in-house literacy program.
He sued for divorced, and got an injunction to deny her the right to use his name in conjunction with her book. Once she was out of his life, David Rossi decided it might not be such a bad thing to be married to his career.
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Feedback. Because fan-fic doesn't write itself.
Authored by:
vanillafluffy Pairing: Rossi/OFCs
Rating/Work-safeness: PG, work safe
Approximate word count: 470
Disclaimer: David Rossi is his own man.
Betaed by: Red
Summary: In last week's discussion between Hotch and Rossi, Rossi said they had a total of four failed marriages between them. As far as I know, Hotch has never mentioned a previous marriage, so I've concluded that Rossi is the one who's really racked up a score. Here's my take on the subject.
Although it galled him to admit it, David Rossi’s third wife was a mid-life crisis, plain and simple. He’d been single for three years after his divorce from Audrey, when Brooke approached him in a bookstore. “I’ve read your book!” she enthused. “It was wonderful!”
His initial wariness at her pick-up line was overcome when she explained that her father had been a crime reporter--retired now, living in Arizona--and she’d grown up on tales of mayhem around the kitchen table. She courted him, and the fact that a beautiful woman fifteen years his junior was breathless in his presence made him walk a little taller.
Brooke was fascinated by his job. Donna had merely shown polite interest in what he did. Audrey, although she cared for him, had been horrified by what he dealt with every day. He answered her questions--she always had questions. She wanted to know how evidence pointed to an unsub, what did he notice at a crime scene--the smells, the sounds…he wondered if her father had really shared such unsavory information with a young girl.
They had a simple ceremony at City Hall, no guests in attendance. Rossi felt good that his wife didn’t need to work, and he encouraged her when she wanted to take college classes. He suppressed as insecure the thought that she might meet someone nearer her own age.
Three years in, he could tell Brooke was being secretive about something, but when the truth emerged, it wasn’t anything he’d expected. She’d written a book--the first he knew of it was after she’d signed a contract and gotten an advance check--and it was the worst kind of sensational pot-boiler imaginable. It made the BAU sound like an asylum where the lunatics were in charge, and the betrayal brought him to his senses.
If Rossi hadn’t been thinking with his dick, he would’ve run a background check a lot sooner. She’d been fired from several workplaces for petty theft--none had pressed charges; one man, not knowing that he was Brooke's husband, said she’d offered sexual favors to keep her job. When he used his investigating skills to uncover her family background, it revealed her as a pathological liar. Far from being a crime reporter, her father installed ceramic tile in Delaware. He’d learned the trade in prison, where he’d also benefitted from the in-house literacy program.
He sued for divorced, and got an injunction to deny her the right to use his name in conjunction with her book. Once she was out of his life, David Rossi decided it might not be such a bad thing to be married to his career.
Feedback. Because fan-fic doesn't write itself.