Rossi

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'That's Amore!'~ Dean Martin

Rossi sat back in his favourite arm chair and loosened his tie. He sipped on his glass of 50 year Scotch and gave a sigh of satisfaction. He had pulled it off. He had successfully planned and executed a wedding in one day. It was a pretty damn fine wedding too, even if he did say so himself. He chuckled as it occurred to him that maybe he was a bit of an expert because he'd had so many nuptials of his own. Of course it helped when one had a lot of money and the guest list was fairly small.

Everyone had on their dancing shoes tonight even Reid who surprised him with some pretty fancy moves. He thought about Kevin and Penelope and the the way they were gazing at each other. It didn't look like they were going to stay broken up for very long. Beth and Hotch looked pretty cozy too. Hotch had smiled more tonight than he had in the last four years. Rossi was starting to fear that scowl of his was permanently etched on his face. He was happy for Hotch; the man had been alone for far too long. The only thng he found a trifle disturbing and he hoped it was his imagination was that he thought Beth was staring a little too long and hard at Dr Reid's fine lithe form. He hoped not, for everybodys sake.

Prentiss was the one who appeared the most out of sorts tonight and he was pretty sure it had nothing to do with either yesterday or JJ getting married. He had a feeling an announcement might be coming their way soon. This did not make him happy, especially since they had just got her back and Reid seemed to be coming around to being his old self again. He sighed, there were just some things in life he could not control.

His mind settled on one particular guest. The one who had been the first to arrive and the last to leave. He also wondered if Garcia and Reid had run into her yesterday as they had bumped into him. Erin would be absolutely mortified to be seen taking the walk of shame in front of subordinates. This made him smile. He knew Reid could keep a secret but Garcia was a whole other story.

He sat up and looked at his rolex. It was nearly three am; he had to be at the BAU in about 6 hours. Maybe Hotch would be a little forgiving if he were late. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be the only one. It had been one hell of a weekend.

Rossi surveyed his backyard. The caterers and cleaners had already taken care of the mess and had restored everything back to it's pristine state. No one would believe there had been dining, dancing and a wedding there a few short hours ago.

"My work here is done," he said aloud, making himself grin.

He headed up to his bedroom still holding his glass of scotch; the ice making pretty tinkling sounds against the crystal. Rossi found himself humming a Dean Martin tune that had been playing in his head all evening.

"Amore!" .

Fin

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