This is my first story. The idea came to me after watching the interaction between Prentiss and Rossi in the demonology episode. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Emily walked around in the cold and snow for an hour. She thought the walk would help clear her head, but she was still feeling emotionally fragile. She had never told anyone about her abortion. The only people who knew her secret were Matthew, John, and her priest. She never expected to tell anyone on the team, especially Rossi. Telling him...saying it out loud, was scary, embarrassing, but perhaps a little cathartic. He seemed supportive and caring, but Emily wondered what he must think of her choice. She knew Rossi was a religious man.

When Emily entered her apartment, her message machine indicated that she had 3 new messages. The first two were from JJ and Morgan. They both wanted to make sure that she was okay. The third call was from Rossi. He was checking to make sure she got home okay, and wanted to let her know that she could call him if she wished to talk. While it was sweat of them to call, she was just too tired to talk. She called JJ and asked her to call Morgan and Rossi to let them know she was safely home. It had been a while since she thought about Matthew, John, and the abortion. The abortion was 20 years in the past, but was as painful now, as it had been then. Emily couldn't help but think of the child that might have been. Would it have been a boy or a girl? Would she have been a good mom? She climbed into bed, curled up and sobbed. Finally, exhausted she fell asleep.

The next morning she felt emotionally like she had been hit by a Mack truck. She could barely move. She called into work and told Hotch she needed to take a personal day. She went back to bed and slept for most of the day. She awoke to someone knocking on her door. "Who is that?" she thought. She threw on an old pair of sweats. "Just a second" she called out. When she opened the door, there was Rossi.

"Dave-"

"I was worried about you, are you okay Emily" he said. He noted that her eyes were puffy, as if she had been crying.

"I'm just...I don't know", she replied.

"Feel like some company? I brought dinner." he said, holding up a bag of take out and a bottle of wine. "We don't have to talk. We can just eat."

Emily nodded and moved back to let him in. "I hope you're in the mood for Chinese" he said.

"Chinese is great, I haven't eaten much today."

They sat together on the couch, eating Chinese and sipping wine. Dave led the conversation, making small talk and discussing the day's events at work. In the middle of their conversation, Emily said "You're the first person, other than Matthew, that I talked to about my abortion". He nodded and let her continue. "I wanted to fit in, I allowed myself to be pressured into it. It was my first time" she told him with a chuckle. She told him how she agonized over what to do, how she couldn't tell her mother, how the baby's father just used her, then abandoned her.

"Was John the father?"

"How did you know?" she asked

"Just a guess"

"Having the abortion was the hardest thing I ever did. Sometimes I wonder what would have become of my life if I choose to have the baby. To this day, I have so much guilt." She felt the tears run down her face.

Rossi took her wine glass from her hand and put in down on the coffee table. He scooted over to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"You made the decision that was best for you at the time. You have to come to terms with it. Then try to let it go"

She wiped her tears. "I know you are catholic. Now that you know that I aborted my baby, do you look at me differently?

"When I look at you I see a beautiful, strong, smart, wonderful woman. A decision that you made as a young 15 year old girl could never erase that. The Catholic Church sees abortion as a sin. That doesn't mean every Catholic agrees with the church's stance. I never had to make the decision you did, so how could I judge you".

Deep down Emily was relieved. She didn't know why, but what Rossi thought of her, mattered to her a great deal.

"-thank you, Dave, for everything. You really had my back the last few days. I don't know how to thank you".

"Remember when I went to Indianapolis on the 20 anniversary of the case involving the three kids whose parents were murdered?"

"Of course. That was the case that haunted you for years"

"I went there alone - you, Morgan, and JJ came determined to help me. I asked you why you cared. Remember what you said"?

"I said - because you do"

"That's right. You saying that meant everything to me. That is when I realized that I was part of a team. I never thanked you for that". Dave looked at his watch. "It's getting late, I should be going. Are you going to be okay?"

"I think so"

"What are your plans for this weekend?"

"I'm just going to hang out, catch up on some reading, maybe watch a movie"

"Why don't you spend the weekend at Little Creek with me.?

"That's sweet, but you don't have to do that. I'll be fine. Really"

"I know you will. But I don't want you to be alone. I could use the company. You can read and we can watch movies there. Think about it. I'm leaving at 9am, if you change your mind, call me, I'll swing by and pick you up."

"I'll think about it" she said as she gave him a hug goodbye.

That night, Emily couldn't sleep. Her thoughts also kept drifting to Rossi's visit. She really didn't want to spend the weekend alone, but how would it look, the two of them spending the weekend together, alone. It was after mid-night, when she decided that she would take Dave up on his offer.