The Wives of David Rossi -- 2/3
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vanillafluffyTitle: The Wives of David Rossi 2/3
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Pairing: Rossi/OFCs
Rating/Work-safeness: PG, work safe
Approximate word count: 420
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.
Fiddling While Rome Burns
Rossi’s marriage to Audrey was a result of bringing his work home. There had been several murders in Baltimore, various street performers who frequented the tourist district. In the course of the investigation, he’d questioned Audrey, a violinist. With self-deprecating humor, she told him about how she’d graduated from Julliard and followed her then-boyfriend to Baltimore, where he’d dumped her. Now she was sharing an efficiency apartment with two airline hostesses she barely knew, busking for her share of the rent.
She was intelligent, talented, and she brought out his protective side. Suddenly, the case was no longer solely about catching a killer, it was about keeping Audrey safe. Even after the unsub was apprehended, David found himself wanting to spend time with her. To his surprise, he felt romantic--he and Donna had had a functional relationship, but Audrey was lace, not pin-stripes. After nine months of weekend visits, he proposed.
Things settled into a quiet routine. Audrey gave up playing her violin on street corners and got a job at a local boutique. He noticed that she didn’t play often when he was around, but assumed that she practiced while he was at work, which he was, more than ever.
On their first anniversary, he took her to a classic Italian restaurant he’d found, with candles in Chianti bottles and a trio of strolling musicians to serenade them. They talked about starting a family, which would’ve meant looking into school districts and finding a house. Over coffee and cannolis, Audrey asked the fiddler if she could try his instrument for a moment, and proceeded to bring the house down with a heartfelt rendition of Brahms’ Hungarian Dance #5.
As it happened, it was also the anniversary of the leader of a prestigious chamber music group, and before their coffee was cold, he’d picked up their check and invited the delighted Audrey to audition for the orchestra. On their subsequent anniversary, she was touring, and David was busy in Birmingham. The Behavioral Analysis Unit was gaining in prominence, and he was glad she was safe and happy while he was doing what had to be done.
There was no third anniversary; Audrey confessed that there was someone else, someone she worked with, and what hurt Rossi most was the fact that it didn’t bother him. Intellectually, he knew anger would be a normal reaction--he hadn’t been unfaithful to her--but they’d seen more of each other when they were dating than they had since they were married, and he couldn’t find it in his heart to blame her. It was a long time since they had made beautiful music together.
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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: 420
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.
Rossi’s marriage to Audrey was a result of bringing his work home. There had been several murders in Baltimore, various street performers who frequented the tourist district. In the course of the investigation, he’d questioned Audrey, a violinist. With self-deprecating humor, she told him about how she’d graduated from Julliard and followed her then-boyfriend to Baltimore, where he’d dumped her. Now she was sharing an efficiency apartment with two airline hostesses she barely knew, busking for her share of the rent.
She was intelligent, talented, and she brought out his protective side. Suddenly, the case was no longer solely about catching a killer, it was about keeping Audrey safe. Even after the unsub was apprehended, David found himself wanting to spend time with her. To his surprise, he felt romantic--he and Donna had had a functional relationship, but Audrey was lace, not pin-stripes. After nine months of weekend visits, he proposed.
Things settled into a quiet routine. Audrey gave up playing her violin on street corners and got a job at a local boutique. He noticed that she didn’t play often when he was around, but assumed that she practiced while he was at work, which he was, more than ever.
On their first anniversary, he took her to a classic Italian restaurant he’d found, with candles in Chianti bottles and a trio of strolling musicians to serenade them. They talked about starting a family, which would’ve meant looking into school districts and finding a house. Over coffee and cannolis, Audrey asked the fiddler if she could try his instrument for a moment, and proceeded to bring the house down with a heartfelt rendition of Brahms’ Hungarian Dance #5.
As it happened, it was also the anniversary of the leader of a prestigious chamber music group, and before their coffee was cold, he’d picked up their check and invited the delighted Audrey to audition for the orchestra. On their subsequent anniversary, she was touring, and David was busy in Birmingham. The Behavioral Analysis Unit was gaining in prominence, and he was glad she was safe and happy while he was doing what had to be done.
There was no third anniversary; Audrey confessed that there was someone else, someone she worked with, and what hurt Rossi most was the fact that it didn’t bother him. Intellectually, he knew anger would be a normal reaction--he hadn’t been unfaithful to her--but they’d seen more of each other when they were dating than they had since they were married, and he couldn’t find it in his heart to blame her. It was a long time since they had made beautiful music together.
Feedback. Because fan-fic doesn't write itself.
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Date: 2008-05-14 09:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-14 09:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-14 09:44 pm (UTC)can't you just write a novel, please?
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Date: 2008-05-14 09:51 pm (UTC)He's a criminal profiler on the TV show Criminal Minds.
can't you just write a novel, please?
My problem is, I'm *terrible* at differed gratification. You spend all that time writing a novel, then shopping it around to agents and publishers and whatnot, it doesn't get published until a year or so after that...and I have a feeling that unless it's a mega-bestseller, you'll never see any fanmail for it. I may not earn any money from this, but at least I get a few happy emails and I can go work on the next thing.
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Date: 2008-05-14 10:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-14 11:08 pm (UTC)