A/N

While standing in the empty wasteland between finishing my last fic and outlining my next (which might be longer than I initially planned), I suddenly and for seemingly no reason at all got this idea for a series of short separate fics centred around hair. Yeah, that's right, hair.

I'm still clinging to the team as of season 8-9, though the individual fics doesn't necessarily take place during season 8-9. All seven BAU members will get their own chapter. First out is David Rossi.

"Sorry I'm late," Rossi said, plopped down on a chair and flipped the case file open in in one single movement. "What have we got?"

"A series of abductions of Caucasian males, mid- to late 30s…" Hotch began, but Rossi only listened with one ear. Most part of his mind was still back at the hotel room with Erin Strauss, where he had enjoyed a lunch hour he would not forget anytime soon. Considering how fast he had to get out of there and back to Quantico, he was surprised he had managed to get all his clothes back on without getting anything back-to-front or inside-out. Except for possibly his socks, but nobody here would see those either way.

He smirked when he thought about the fact that Erin would have an even harder time trying to get her clothing back on flawlessly, especially since her pantyhose had been torn, and he had absolutely no idea where her underwear had gone.

So far nobody had found out about their secret affair, although it had been going on for almost three months by now. Not even Hotch knew about it yet. He supposed he would have to tell his old friend at some point, but he was still too caught up in the moment and didn't want to share it with anyone else. It would ruin the magic.

He realised everyone was quiet and looked at him expectantly.

"Um, yeah, it seems like an unusual case," he muttered.

"Rossi?" Morgan said. "Something you wanna tell us?"

"About what?"

"The origin of that long blonde hair on your lapel, perhaps?"

He looked down and cursed inwardly.

"I'd rather not," he said, trying to sound indifferent, but the calmness of his voice was contradicted by his frantic hurry to get it off.

JJ turned to Morgan.

"You owe me 10 bucks. I told you he and Strauss wouldn't be able to keep it secret for longer than three months tops."

"Wait! Not only did you guys know, you placed bets on it?!" Rossi said.

"Why not? You make bets out of everything," Morgan said as he took out his wallet. Rossi leaned his head back and sighed.

"I've had a bad influence on you guys."

"Yes you have," Hotch said and shook his head. But Rossi could see that the corners of his old friend's mouth were twitching a little. He smiled himself and pushed personal matters aside. They had a case to work.