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20 January 2013 @ 10:59 am
Fic Post: It Happened One Summer, Part 1/?  
I wasnt even sure if I should post this because its totally a WIP and I dont like starting things that I'm never going to finish. So I guess I'll be finishing this. I've written over 10,000 words in the past few days alone and the characters are buzzing. Making sense of everything and connecting all the pieces so I can have a complete picture is where I am so far. Still, I think this could be one of the most interesting stories I've ever written for this fandom.

Title: It Happened One Summer
Author: Montiese
Category: AU/Drama/Family/Friendship/Romance/Tragedy
Characters: David Rossi, Erin Strauss, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Ian Doyle, Jason Gideon, Nora Bennett, Beth Clemmons, Sam Kassmeyer, OMC, OFC, Ensemble
Pairing: Rossi/Strauss, Emily/Ian, Jason/Nora, Hotch/Beth
Rating: TEEN
Warning: Ethnic and racial slurs will be used in this story. They are a product of the times.
Summary: “This is a bad idea. This is a Shakespearean tragedy bad idea.”
Author’s Note: This came to me a while back and just stalled in my head as a tiny thought. It suddenly exploded and I got so excited to write something like this. I played fast and loose with some things like movies and music but only within a year or two. I don’t want the story to be full of inaccuracies but at the same time sometimes what’s perfect in my mind is the way I have to write it. I don’t think it takes away from the story in any way.

JUNE, 1956

Derek Morgan walked into D’Amico’s and ignored the looks. They didn’t all look at him that way but a lot of them did. It didn’t matter because he was untouchable. Some didn’t appreciate guys like him not staying “in their place” or whatever but Morgan didn’t give a damn what they thought. He had a family to feed too and the streets were rough. They were even rougher for a kid like him. But Morgan had dreams and no one was going to stand in his way.

“We have a problem.” He said when he reached his destination.

“The only problem we’ll have is if you didn’t get me the information.”

David Rossi looked up from the menu, exhaling cigarette smoke. It was a typical Friday night and there was always dinner before going out to paint the town. It wasn’t easy to carouse on an empty stomach. David could carouse with the best of them.

“Do I ever not get what you need?” Morgan asked.

“You're a real smartass. Most guys like you know how to quit when they're ahead Morgan.”

“We both know I'm not most guys and no one is like me.”

“Yeah,” Rossi nodded. “We do. Sit down kid.”

Morgan hated sitting with his back to the door but had no choice. Rossi already had the prime spot. His #2, Aaron Hotchner, who hated to be called that slid over in the booth and Derek sat down. Rossi poured him a glass of water and he thanked him.

“The problem is that I did find out who your mystery woman is.”


“Erin Strauss.”

“Oh for Christ’s sake, Dave.” Hotch rolled his eyes. “We live on an island with 8 million people, half of which are women, and that’s the girl who catches your eye.”

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain.” Dave said.

“And don’t be superstitious.”

“Are you sure she's Erin Strauss?” Rossi ignored Hotch and focused on Derek. “I thought she was a kid.”

“I'm sure she used to be. I'm 100% positive. I had to hit up every source I had; her identity is a carefully guarded secret. It's her…I'm positive.”

“You think you can get to her?”

“Sure, if I’d like to see my Pops in the near future.”

Everyone knew that Derek’s dad was dead. He actually died saving the life of Stella Rossi, David’s mother. Eight years ago, when Derek was ten and Dave twelve, Stella did some volunteer work at a Harlem group home for kids. Her husband was against it but she was insistent about her work. Two days before Christmas as she walked out of the building, she was accosted by two men who attempted to rob her.

James Morgan, heading home from a long day’s work with his young son, interceded. For his trouble he was stabbed three times. James bled to death on the sidewalk in front of his son. Stella stayed with Derek until the police came and promised his family would be cared for. Luciano Rossi kept his wife’s promise.

She wouldn’t be alive if not for the bravery of a man who didn’t even know her. The color of the man’s skin didn’t matter in this instance. Later, when he discovered that James’ widow was white and his children mulatto, it caused some strife. But Stella held firm and Luciano kept his mouth shut.

He welcomed Derek practically as his own and let it be known that a smite against the Morgan boy was a smite against him. For now, his power held up that word. But power was a precarious thing. Derek always watched his back.

“There are a lot of places in this city I can go but I don’t think so.” Derek said. “You might have to send your #2.”

“His #2 thinks this is a very bad idea.” Hotch said.

“My #2 doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body.” Rossi smirked.

“Hey, #2 is rational. #2 would love to make it to retirement age. Leave this one alone, Dave. You know who she is now…mystery solved. That girl is the kind of bad news that gets your obituary in the paper.”

“I just want to talk to her.”

“She's probably the most guarded girl in the city at the moment.” Morgan said. “There could be one way in though.”

“Why would you hold out on me?” Dave asked.

“You don’t usually like the long shots.”

“I'm willing to make an exception where this is concerned. What is it?”

“Sam Kassmeyer is her cousin.”

“Are you serious?”

“I'm serious.” Derek nodded. “Everyone knows that Mike Kassmeyer is as honest as they come and his kid is following in his footsteps. That ain't easy in this town. But Mike and Erich Strauss are close like brothers; they grew up in Brooklyn together.”

“And Sam and Hotch went to school together.” Dave smiled. “I recall you two were quite friendly on the baseball team and all.”

“Sam would rather let scorpions eat his cousin alive than let you get anywhere near her.” Hotch reasoned. “And its not as if you can walk into Kassmeyer’s bar and saddle up to some pretty blonde. You might not make it out of there.”

“I just want to meet her. There has to be a neutral location on this God forsaken island.”

“The Pepper Lounge is about it other than the public library. I can't even say the public library is anymore.” Hotch replied.

He didn’t want to get involved; probably shouldn’t have opened his mouth. But he knew his best friend and Dave was the obsessive type. He’d been trying to find out for weeks who the blonde was and wouldn’t let go. He was driving himself to hysteria with that one image, that glimpse of Erin Strauss.

Maybe if they met and she rejected him then Dave could move on. There was no doubt that she’d flat out reject him. Even if he wasn’t who he was, there was no way she would get involved with an Italian guy. Until that happened he would do anything in his power to find a way to talk to her. Dave’s drive was his rise and fall.

“You're marvelous.” Dave grinned.

“Mmm hmm.”

“How are we going to get her there?”

“I have a plan.” Morgan said.

“Why am I not surprised?” Hotch asked.

“Girls like Erin Strauss only associate with other girls like Erin Strauss. We happen to know one.”

“That’s right, we do know one. That’s fuckin perfect Morgan. Is she still shacked up with that dirty Mick?”

“She's given your father a few tasty tidbits of the way that dirty Mick does business.” Hotch said. “And she's not shacked up with him. I hope to God she’s not shacked up with him.”

“She's not.” Morgan shook his head. “But she's working him over hard. I think Ian Doyle might be in love.”

“Shut up Morgan.” Hotch said. “I don’t want to hear about it.”

“Can you get to her, Morgan?” Rossi asked.

“It might take a couple of days but yeah. She and Erin run in the same circles so I'm sure she can whisper in your girl’s ear to meet you at the Pepper Lounge next Friday night.”

“A whole week?” Dave seemed horrified by the notion.

“Hey, that’s the best I can do.”

“You have until tomorrow to find Prentiss.”

“Aww c'mon, it would take a miracle.” Morgan said.

“I'm officially calling you the miracle man. You might want to get started.”

Derek held back on rolling his eyes or sucking his teeth. Despite their cultural differences, Rossi was the closest thing he had to a big brother. And no matter what, he was still the man that he was. Derek’s life depended on respecting that. He stood from the booth.

“I’ll do the very best I can.”

“Good man; I have absolute faith in you. Your good work never goes unnoticed.”

Morgan nodded and took off. Hotch just shook his head as Rossi called the waitress over with his hand.

“Don’t look at me like that.” he said.

“This is a bad idea. This is a Shakespearean tragedy bad idea.”

“I just want to meet her and there's nothing wrong with that.”

“What's wrong is that Erich Strauss has been trying to encroach on your father’s territory for over seven years. The only thing stopping them from a full-fledged, all out war is trying to keep up the Micks and the Blacks. They live on an unstable fault line of the enemy of my enemy is my friend. You think that will last once Erich finds out you plant to deflower his only daughter?”

“You think she's a virgin?” Dave didn’t want to say what a turn on that was.

He’d never gone to bed with a virgin before. But he was sure that Erin Strauss wasn’t easy. It was one of the things he imagined about her. All he’d done for the past three weeks was imagine being with her. It had gotten so bad that Dave knew he didn’t want to meet Erin; he had to meet her.

“How about we not talk about that?”

“What are you boys having tonight?” the waitress came over and smiled.

“I want the lasagna.” Dave lit another cigarette. “Hotch will have the spaghetti and meatballs. We also want two glasses of your best red wine.”

“You got it.” she walked away.

“Where do you wanna go tonight?” Dave asked.

“Home.” Hotch mumbled.

“Hey, if you don’t want her with that Mick then you need to say something.”

“I don’t care what Emily Prentiss does.” Hotch replied.

“That’s what your mouth says. That’s what your mouth always says. Your body language is screaming something else entirely.”

“I should've never bought you that book. I knew I would live to regret it.”

“Look Aaron, I see beautiful women throw themselves at you all the time. I mean some really beautiful young things. They're willing to give you the time of your life and you walk through life like it just doesn’t matter. Men need sex…we’re animals. We need food, sex, a good run, and a great fight once in a while. It keeps the blood pumping properly. If you repress a basic need you're going to become a deviant. You could even become one of those scratchy bastards in the nut hatch at Bellevue.”

“Thank you Dr. Freud. I do alright without. Not every man is an animal.”

“I didn’t mean it in the literal sense.” Rossi made a face. “And the last time I checked, I was the Catholic. You didn’t take a vow of chastity without telling me did you? You’re 19 years old and out of school for the summer. I'm going to get you laid if it’s the last thing I do. It’s not going to be that difficult. I could do it tonight.”

“If you try to chat up Erin Strauss, getting me laid probably will be the last thing you do.” Hotch replied.


“Do you know how hard you are to find?” Morgan asked as he walked down the alley.

“There's a reason for that.” Emily Prentiss slipped a rolled cigarette between her ruby red lips. “You could get the shit kicked out of you if you're caught out here.”

“That’s exactly why I don’t plan on staying too long.” He held out a lighter and Emily leaned into the fire. “Rossi needs a favor.”

“Don’t we all?”

“Look, I don’t have all day so here it is…take it or leave it. He wants to meet Erin Strauss. If she could be at the Pepper Lounge next Friday night at eight he would be very appreciative. It’s the closest thing there is to Switzerland in this city.”

“Yeah, except that Blacks can only sit in the balcony and Jews aren’t let in at all.” Emily said.

“Who the hell am I, the race police?”

“Is Rossi fuckin nuts?”

“A lot of the time, yes.” Morgan nodded. “You think you can talk to her?”

“I know where she gets her hair done. I’ll do my best to relay the message but understand that I am a busy girl.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. He’d be appreciative.”

“Yeah, OK.”

“See ya.” Morgan turned to leave but Emily calling his name stopped him. “You doing OK? How's your mom?”

“We’re fine…getting by like we always do. Sarah just finished her first year at Radcliffe. Mama’s about to burst she's so damn proud.”

“That’s great.” Emily said. “How's Hotch?”

“He's not a member of my family, Prentiss.”

“I'm just asking.”

“If you want to know, go and ask him yourself. He's not hard to find or anything. Goodnight.”

Derek walked away and Emily finished her cigarette. She sighed, stepping back into the side door of the club. Ian liked to keep an eye on her; she’d excused herself to the bathroom. That was somewhere the boys wouldn’t go with her. Personal space, at least where she was concerned, wasn’t one of Ian Doyle’s specialties.

The problem was that Emily teetered between wanting to run away from him and never wanting to leave his side. She was in deeper than she intended; this was just business. Business was always booming. Barely 17, Emily Prentiss chewed men up and spit them out. She was good at what she did, enjoyed the pay, and was an independent contractor. Her Upper East Side parents would die if they knew what she was really doing.

They weren't going to find out though. Her father, the Congressman, spent most of his time in DC. Her mother, the society matron, did the same. At the Georgetown home most of the year, the Prentisses thought their daughter was at Barnard on early admission. This gave Emily all the freedom she could ask for. It also gave her an apartment to die for.

“What did I miss?” she sat down next to him and crossed her legs.

“We’re about to get out of here.” He took her hand and kissed it. “I want to take you somewhere I can take your clothes off and bend you over. I'm horny as hell.”

Emily could tell. When he was drunk or in the mood, his brogue was nearly impossible to understand.

“Oh Ian, when you say romantic things like that it makes me shiver.”

“I know how to make you shiver, lass.” He smiled.

Emily didn’t need to respond. The truth, whether she liked it or not, was that he did. She’d fuck him tonight… it was never a disappointment. Then she’d get some time and see if she could help Rossi meet Erin Strauss. It was a bad idea but surely not her place to say. What she was wrapped up in wasn’t the smartest thing she’d ever done either. Lord have mercy on them both.

She stood, smoothing out her red dress. Ian stood as well and pulled her close. The jazz bar was crowded and smoky. Ian didn’t want any trouble. He wasn’t worried about mixing it up, never had been and never would be.

Ian hadn't lost a fight since he was about 8 years old on the streets of Belfast. But when Emily was around he didn’t want to just be a thug. If anything happened to her in a melee, heads would roll. But tonight was fine and they made it to the Chrysler Imperial with little fanfare.

Once in the car, his hands turned to tentacles. Emily laughed, holding him off. She bunched her dress up around her waist as she straddled him. Ian’s smile was nearly feral when she licked his lips. She could already feel his erection pressing against her soft spots. Sometimes she hated how much she wanted him. Leaning to whisper in his ear, Emily let out a content sigh.

“Tell Max to take the scenic route.”

“Max!” Ian bellowed. “Twice around the park.”

“You got it Ian.” Max Ryan put up the partition that Ian had installed in the car. He didn't need to see him fuck his tootsie. Hearing it was going to be bad enough. Maybe a little doo wop would drown it out.


Where am I?: the lair
Feelings: excitedexcited
Background Noise: silence
purplediamond87purplediamond87 on January 20th, 2013 07:55 pm (UTC)
I am highly intrigued!
excellent start, im already excited to see where this is going!
A new universe a new freedom and a new adrenaline. Gotta love this characters whatever universe there in but I can already tell that they're perfectly fitting these new roles.
Looking forward to part 2 with great anticipation!
SSA McGeek: Erin....smilemcgarrygirl78 on January 21st, 2013 08:47 pm (UTC)
I hope to have something else up by the end of the week. I am working on more of this story, its gotten complicated but I have a lot of it in my head. Not quite the end yet but pretty much everything but. So many ships decided they wanted to be involved, there's going to be more writing than I anticipated, and I have to make it make sense.

So glad you like it so far and hope you enjoy what's to come : )