Garcia closed the lights of her office and starting towards the elevator. It had been a long week; the team had gone to Iowa to catch a child molester who was killing his victims. Hotch and JJ ended up being taken off the case for being too invested. Hotch threw his cell phone through the glass windows of the police headquarters after he found out that the suspect they currently had in custody, the ideal suspect, had an alibi. JJ threatened the same suspect, telling him she'll castrate him using plyers if he ever came into contact with children again. Children cases were always a ''tread carefully'' case for the team but especially for Hotch and JJ seeing as they both had kids themselves. Garcia was sent pictures to analyze which put her off food and which made her usually bright and happy persona become dark and gloomy.

With a heavy sigh, Garcia pressed the button to call the elevator. She was on the phone with the team when Reid started to state facts about child molesters after Garcia told them there were 9 living in a 5 mile radius from the victim;

''Statistically speaking, child molesters will ...'' started Reid before being interrupted by Rossi.

''Reid, if you so much as state another fact about child molesters, pedophiles, or victims, I will personally skin you alive'' growled Rossi.

'Everybody was on edge on this case' she thought as she entered the elevator. Reaching the garage, she dug through her purse for her keys, and that's when she heard it; the subtle laughter coming from her right. Curiosity picked, she made her way quietly but soon stopped in her tracks for there stood Rossi with none other than the Dragon Lady herself, Strauss.

Strauss had her back pressed against the door of a SUV, her hand splayed across Rossi's chest. He had his hand against the door by the side of her face, the other hand on her hip. He was leaned in towards her, whispering in her ear. She giggled and smiled while her continued to whisper. Then he started to kiss her neck and trailed kisses up to her lips. It was a passionate kiss, filled with love and promises.

Walking backwards quietly towards the elevator, she kept her eyes down on the ground, unable to comprehend what she had just seen. She quickly opened the door to her car and started it to leave the building in a hurry to go home, unshed tears glistening in her eyes. She wasn't a certified profiler like her fellow co-workers but she was a hell of a profiler when it came to relationships. She knew before anybody, even the people involved, that they were interested in someone else. She could tell by the way two people interacted together that they shared the same feelings of interest. She didn't know how she could of had missed it. Rossi was known for his conquests at the bureau, whenever he had someone in his life, everybody knew about it. When he and Carolyn got back together for a couple days before she died, the whole bureau knew about it.

Not knowing about his new relationship wasn't what really hurt her though. She had been madly in love with the man for years, ever since she had gotten shot. He was the only one on the team to not walk on egg shells around her, the only one that respected her wish to not be seen as a victime. She knew, deep down, that she'd never had a chance with him. She somehow felt that he didn't like her as much as he liked the others. Nevertheless, she still loved him. She continued to love him even if he didn't talk to her much, even if she knew he'd never give her that one chance.

Closing the door to her apartment, she went straight to the pantry and got out an already opened bottle of Vodka. Drinking straight from the bottle, she didn't bother to open the lights, she didn't bother to open her computer or her TV like she usually did. She sat down on the window ledge and looked outside at the illuminated city. That's one of the things she loved about her apartment; she could see the city lights, it looked like thousands of stars lightening a monstrous city. She sat there and drank, not bothering to check the time, not bothering to do anything. Her cell phone vibrated, someone was calling her, she let it go to voice mail. She didn't bother to listen to the message. Next her house phone rang, she let it ring. She didn't even flinch when she heard his voice on the machine;

''Garcia, it's Rossi. I'm gonna need that information you got for me about the case in Chicago. D'you think you could email it to me? I need to put it in my report for Chief Strauss. Call me back when you get home''.

She got up, looked at the blinking light on her machine, and deleted the message. She sat down on the couch and looked at the ceiling that was lit from the street lamps below. Hours passed, tears continued to fall freely from her eyes, she continued to look at the ceiling. Another phone call, another message;

''Garcia, it's Rossi again. Please pick up. I know you're home, I had Kevin trace your cell phone. Is everything alright? Call me''.

Looking over at the machine, she deleted the message and returned to staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the city through the opened window. A soft breeze entered the room, she breathed deeply and took another drink from the bottle. Her cell phone went off, and then her house phone rang. She let it go to voice mail;

''Honey, it's JJ. Please pick up. Rossi's been trying to get a hold of you, he's starting to get worried. Sweetie? Come on, answer the phone. You know you can talk to me'', a heavy sigh, ''alright then. Call me back when you feel like talking. See you tomorrow, Love you''.

Deleting the message, she continued to stare at the ceiling. Not caring if she got anymore phone calls during the night, she made her way back to the ledge of the window and sat down, looking at the city lights that used to bring her peace. But not tonight, tonight, her heart had been shattered. She was happy that he had found someone, but why her? Why the evil Dragon Lady that had tried to separate the team on more than one occasion? Why the woman who tried to fire their elite Boss Man? What did Strauss have that she didn't? Was it because of her wardrobe? Was he embarrassed about it? Was it because she was younger than him? Was it because she was slightly overweight? Feeling her heart break once more, she wondered what her next move would be. What would she do at work? More importantly, how was she going to act and what was she going to say when he'd corner her for not answering her phone?

As dawn drew close, Garcia started to feel the effects of the alcohol she'd been drinking all night. Looking down at the nearly empty bottle of Vodka she held, she sighed. She wanted him happy and he looked like he was more than happy, but she couldn't help but feel hurt. Drinking the rest of the Vodka and letting the empty bottle fall to the floor with a loud thump, she headed to bed. She looked up at the ceiling of her bedroom, and watched the light of dawn creep in through the opened blinds. She closed her eyes and witnessed the scene between Rossi and Strauss in the parking lot again before falling under the spell of sleep. As her breath became deep and steady, a lone tear ran down her face. It disappears just as suddenly as it had appeared, lost in the darkness that remained in her room before the light claimed it.

So what did you guys think? You like it? You hate it? Should I continue with another chapter? Should I stop it here? I'll let you guys be the judge!

I know, it's a little gloomy and whatnot, but for some wierd reason I felt it needed to be written.

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