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26 January 2013 @ 03:27 pm
Fic Post: It Happened One Summer, Part 3/?  
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: I played fast and loose with some things like movies and music but only within a year or two. Also, some of the places in this New York are real and some just exist in my mind. 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.

(Part 1)
(Part 2)


The three men surveyed the land and felt as if the whole world was laid out in front of them. The Pepper Lounge was always crowded. A Friday night meant it was even more so. Rossi wasn’t too worried about he and Hotch getting a table…his name had a little pull in this town. Derek patted his back and headed up to the balcony where blacks sat. Walking deeper into the club, they were stopped by a perky blonde.

“Cigarettes gentlemen?” she asked.

“Gimme a pack of Luckys.” Dave said, giving her a $5. “Keep the change.”

“I love it when a man is both handsome and generous. You alone tonight?”

“Am I chopped liver?” Hotch asked.

“That’s not what I meant boss.”

“I don't know why you torture yourself, Penelope.” Dave said. “You're wonderful, he's wonderful but…”

“There's nothing wrong with a little pain. Actually there are those who find it pleasurable.”

“I'm not touching that. Morgan’s in the balcony.”

“Is he alone?” she asked.

“Not for long, that’s for sure.” Dave replied.

“Well then I'm off. I'm sure people in the balcony need to smoke.”

“Hey wait, have you seen a beautiful blonde in here tonight?”

“Um, hello.” Penelope ran her hand down her body. She looked quite sexy in red mini dress with a poufy skirt.

“Alright, have you seen a beautiful blonde tonight…present company excluded?”

“There are plenty of them. David Rossi will get his pick of the best and most beautiful.”

“Damn skippy.” He grinned.

“I gotta go. Have a great night gentlemen.”

Penelope sashayed off toward the balcony. Dave and Aaron walked into the lounge. They immediately got a booth though there seemed to be a wait. Both men ordered drinks as they soaked up the atmosphere.

There was a girl on stage doing a mediocre Rosemary Clooney. Dave didn’t really pay her much mind. He was checking out the sea of beautiful blondes. Disappointment sank in even deeper with each face.

“Emily never made any promises that she’d come.” Hotch said.

“Don’t ruin it for me.”

“You're going to ruin it for yourself. It’s Friday night; this is party night. Need I remind you how often you’ve given me that speech?”

“Why would you beat me over the head with my own words?” Dave asked.

“I'm your best friend…I'm allowed.”

“She's coming. I'm going to remain hopeful until there's no hope left.”

“Hey boys.”

Emily Prentiss approached the table with another brunette. She wore her usual seductive smile as she nursed what looked like a gin and tonic. “Who do I have to kill around here to get a table?”

“You know that it’s all about who you know, Prentiss. You look amazing.”

“I just threw this on; God’s truth.”

Emily wore her pink strapless party dress with round-toed kitten heels. She still had the Veronica Lake look with her hair. A pearl choker was around her neck. Her friend dressed simply in a white sundress with blue polka dots. Still, she was a pretty girl so her simplicity probably wouldn’t translate to lack of suitors.

“Are you going to introduce your friend?” Dave asked as their drinks arrived.

“Oh, this is Beth Clemmons. We went to St. Anne’s together.”

“That’s when Emily felt like showing up.” Beth replied smiling. Her dimples showed when she did.

“I'm David Rossi.” He shook her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you. And you?” she held out her hand to Hotch.

“Hotch…Aaron Hotchner.” He shook her hand. “We’d invite you to join us but Emily’s boyfriend wouldn’t be pleased.”

“I'm flying solo, Hotch.” she gave him the evil eye.

“Tonight or forever?” Rossi asked.

“Tonight; Ian had business.”

“You should dump that Mick.” Rossi rolled his eyes.

“Says the Goombah who’s trying to dip his hotdog in the sauerkraut.” Prentiss replied. “You're a hypocrite and don’t get a say on who I spend my time with. I don’t need nor seek your permission. Have a great night.”

“Bye.” Dave waved.

“It was nice to meet you Beth.” Hotch said.

“You too Aaron. Enjoy your evening.”

They walked away and Dave sipped his whiskey.

“I bet you're going to say I shouldn’t take my hatred of Doyle out on Prentiss.” he said.

“I was thinking something along those lines.”

“She can do better.”

“Maybe she doesn’t feel that way.” Hotch shrugged.

“Are we talking about the low self-esteem thing? Have you looked at Emily? I doubt she has that problem.’

“Sometimes I feel like I don’t know a damn thing about Emily Prentiss. I can tell you that she's a better actress than Grace Kelly. She’s either playing us, playing Doyle, or playing herself.”

“Perhaps it’s a combination of…” Dave stopped talking mid-sentence. The words just died on his lips. She was here; he’d finally found her. A brunette in gold who looked unimpressed with just about everything was with her up at the bar.

Erin looked beautiful in a black cocktail dress. There was a big red flower on the left side for that splash of color women liked. Her blonde hair was pinned up; diamonds around her neck and in her ears. “She’s here.”

“Go and talk to her.” Hotch said. “I’ll keep your seat warm.”

“You need to go and talk to someone too.” Dave said. “You're killing me, Aaron. Why don’t you chat up Beth? I saw your eyes when you saw her dimples.”

“I'm not in the mood tonight.” Hotch wasn’t going to make any mention of dimples or anything else. He wouldn’t give Dave enough rope to hogtie him with.

“Fine, I’ll be back.”

Dave had bigger fish to fry at the moment than Aaron refusing to get a life. As his feet moved toward her, Dave checked his breath and straightened his tie. He’d gone for all black tonight just as she had. Some might look at it as a mere coincidence; a stroke of luck. Dave Rossi thought it might be more than that.

“Good evening Erin.” he said.

She looked at him but didn’t register any recognition. Still, a small smile crossed her lips.

“Do I know you?”

“My name is David.”

“So you're the reason that I was dragged to this place tonight?” the brunette asked.

“This is Ursula Kent.” Erin said.

“Hello. My friend and I have a table Ursula…feel free to relax and take a load off.”

“I didn’t come here to be pawed and mauled.” Ursula crossed her arms.

“You're in luck; he's recently taken a vow of chastity.”

“Seriously?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Pretty much.” Dave nodded.

“Erin, will you be alright? These silly shoes are killing me and I’d love to sit down.”

“I'm fine.” Erin replied.

“He's the brooding guy right over there.” Dave pointed.

“Thank you.”

She didn’t smile or anything as she walked away. Dave’s attention was immediately back on Erin.

“You look so beautiful.”

“I stole the dress from my mother’s closet.” She said.

“Your secret is safe with me.” He crossed his heart for emphasis.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” Erin asked.

“I saw you in Murray’s Skate a few weeks ago. You were good.”

“So you invited me here because you saw me in a skating rink?”

“I was immediately smitten with you.” Dave said.

“Please don’t take offense but aren’t Italian men frequently smitten, as you call it. My mother says they’re hot blooded and can't keep it in their pants.”

“Does your mother know many Italian men?”

“I doubt it.” Erin shook her head.

“The truth is that I appreciate beautiful women, and Manhattan is filled with them. You’re more than beautiful, Erin Strauss.”

“We don’t even know each other.” she reasoned.

“I invited you tonight to change that.”

“What's your favorite book?” she asked.

“I can rarely choose between The Invisible Man and 1984. But I also have a soft spot for Lord of the Flies. What about you?”

“I've read so many that it’s hard to truly say. My all-time favorite is probably The House of Mirth. My current favorite is A Kiss before Dying by Ira Levin. I've never read anything like that book in my life. Do you know his work?”

“No.” Dave shook his head. “Maybe you can let me borrow it.”

“Maybe.”

“So you like to read? What else do you like to do? What will you study when you go to college?”

“How did you know I was going to college?” Erin asked.

“I took a wild guess. I'm quite sure that you're brilliant. Your parents probably brag about you to all of their friends.”

“I find you strange.”

“Does that mean you don’t want to talk to me?” Dave asked.

“I'm talking to you right now, aren’t I?”

“Would you like to continue talking over a drink?”

“I don't drink very often…what would you recommend?”

“Have you ever had a white wine spritzer?”

“No.” Erin smiled as she shook her head.

Dave held up his hand to get the bartender’s attention.

“A white wine spritzer for the lady please.”

***


“Max Ryan.”

“What?”

“Max Ryan.”

“I'm sorry no, you have the wrong number.”

“Gideon?”

“Who is this?” Jason pulled his face out of the pillow.

Turning over on the uncomfortable mattress, he wiped his eyes, his mouth, and looked at the alarm clock. It was almost 10am. He never slept in but was up late last night. The files needed to be gone through with a fine-toothed comb.

Gideon needed to find a way into the gangs that had nothing to do with Nora Bennett. He’d spent hours with her on Thursday night and the Harrison Scott situation didn’t come up once. Jason was able to watch them but didn’t want to waste a moment he was talking with her. Nora was a dangerous woman and it had nothing to do with guns and violence.

Jason had been good at reading people his entire life. Nora wasn’t mixed up in any of this mess. She was as clean as her father when it came to mob ties. There were other things Nora was though. She was definitely beautiful. She was also brilliant, well-read, and cultured. Jason could listen to her talk forever of her days at Wellesley College and adventure in places like London, Paris, and Berlin. Not against the rules, but surely not why he was there, Jason was taking her to brunch on Sunday afternoon.

“It’s Kirk Douglas from DC.”

“Good morning sir.” Gideon cleared his throat.

“What the hell are you doing in New York? When I found out what Carver did I damn near burned the place down. No doubt Hoover signed off on it; anti-Semite son of a bitch. I didn’t have anything to do with this.”

“Are you on a secure line sir?” Jason asked. Saying something like that about the Director could have very strong repercussions indeed.

“Yeah, I'm secure.” Kirk replied.

“Am I coming home?”

“It could be a kamikaze mission.”

“I’d like to walk away with my life, such as it is.”

“That’s why I'm telling you about Max Ryan.”

“Who is he?” Jason asked.

“He infiltrated Finnegan’s gang about a year and a half ago. He's just a street soldier but I'm sure he can get you some of the things you need. The truth is I believe there to be several deep cover FBI agents in many New York families. The problem is here I sit in a cushy office, head of the Bureau’s Organized Crime Task Force and I barely know what's going on. Ryan is one of my guys…I know his existence for sure.”

“If he's here, and possibly others, than why am I here? Ryan could tell the Bureau what they need to know and bring the whole thing down from the inside out.”

“I told you that it’s a kamikaze mission.” Kirk said.

“Someone set me up?” Jason asked. “They're trying to get me killed?”

“I don't know Jason, but I'm damn sure going to find out.”

“I don’t want you to put your life in danger, sir. You have a family.”

“You deserve one someday.” Kirk replied. “We’re both going to survive this. Ryan’s in too deep…its difficult for him to make big moves. He just communicates and an outside agent builds the case. It looks like you're the outside agent.”

“Does he know about me?”

“He will before the day is out. Do you have any other prospects for getting information?”

“No.” he shook his head, feeling horrible for lying to Kirk. Sometimes he was sure that man was the only one who had his back. “Maybe.”

“Which one is it?” Kirk asked.

“It’s the latter…but I'm doubtful anything will come of it. I'm feeling my way around in the dark here. We need the whole Bureau to break up this mess.”

“There's been a truce for years; that’s why we haven’t made a move. It’s been uneasy at times but for the most part it’s held. Something’s in the air Jason, everything is about to change. Keep your eyes open and watch your back.”

“How can I contact Ryan?”

“He will contact you in the next few days. And you know how to reach me. If you need something please call me. I don’t care if its day or night. Despite how you may feel or how it looks, you're not out there on your own.”

“Alright. Thank you sir.”

“You're welcome…be safe.”

Jason hung up the phone and lay back against the pillows. What the hell was going on? He wanted to go home; forget the entire assignment. He suddenly felt completely overwhelmed. It was as if the walls were closing in on him and Jason couldn’t breathe.

Jumping out of bed, Jason rushed over to the window and opened it even more. He put his hands on the sill, practically leaning out. He inhaled slowly through his nose and then out of his mouth. His heartbeat slowed; the urge to vomit began to dissipate. He pulled himself back into the room and sat on the bed.

This was bad. The whole damn thing was bad but Jason had no idea what to do about it. At this point, bringing down anyone, even a good attempt to do so, was his only escape. The rocks were rolling down the hill…an avalanche was heading right for him.

***


“Are you going to take me to the movies tomorrow night?” Emily asked. “Peyton Place is playing at The Beekman and I feel like I'm the only one who hasn’t seen it yet. They say Lana Turner is amazing. I mean like Academy Award amazing.”

“Were you with David Rossi and his lackey the other night at the Pepper Lounge?”

“Oh my God, Ian, are you seriously asking me that?”

“I'm asking you.” he nodded.

“Are you having me followed?” she asked.

“Answer me Emily!”

“Don’t talk to me like that. We had this discussion some time ago. I have friends. Not all of them are the people you like but I bite my tongue on some of the thugs you hang out with.

“Yes, I saw David and Aaron at the Pepper Lounge. What your boys didn’t tell you is that we talked for maybe 5 minutes and I moved on. He asked me to join him at his table and I declined. I didn’t have to do that but I did, out of respect for you. Respect is a two-way street Ian.”

“Ray thinks…he doesn’t trust you Emily.”

“I'm not fucking Ray.” She said. “Do you not trust me Ian?”

“I don't know sometimes.”

“Well there's nothing I can do about that. I would never ask you to choose me over your business. We’re not in that type of thing. When I'm with you I want to be. But I can want to be somewhere else too.”

“Don’t threaten me.” his voice got dark.

“Everything is not a threat.” Emily kept her voice calm though she really wanted to tell him just where to stuff it and hoped that it hurt. “I think we both might need a break. I told you when we started this that it’s just casual. I have fun with you but I don’t need a security guard or a husband.”

“You know how I feel about you.”

“You hold on too tight.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“You're making me want to go.” She said. “You see, this is what I didn’t want. This is not what people in casual relationships do.”

“Six months and you still just think of us as some thing?” he asked.

“Yes. I don’t want to be tied down. I want to spend time with you but there is a difference between that and what you want from me sometimes.”

“Fine. You know what; if you want space so much just take yourself to the movies.”

“Alright I will.” Emily hung up the phone and went into her bedroom.

She wasn’t going to play his games. She wasn’t going to be spied on and talked about behind her back by some two-bit Mick hustler. Emily Prentiss could buy and sell Ray Finnegan all the way to Belfast and back. She didn’t give enough of a shit about his business to try to be involved. Ian kept her in the dark anyway. He was not the pillow talking type.

She wasn’t going to lose her freedom to be his girl. There were a million Ian Doyles in the world and a good amount of better men. The sex was good, no doubt about that. Her mother also told her that it was also better for a man to love you more than you loved him.

But this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Ian felt he owed Ray his life. He would never pick Emily over him and she wouldn’t ask him to. And who knows what Ray might try to do if he truly felt threatened by her. No man was worth a slit throat.

The phone was ringing and Emily knew it would keep on too. Ian could be stalker-like when he wanted to be. Still, she wasn’t afraid of him. She didn’t know why, on the outside he could be quite a scary man. Emily knew him on the inside though.

She knew as much about Ian Doyle as anyone who walked the earth. But right now she just couldn’t deal with it. So as soon as the phone stopped ringing the fourth time around, Emily took it off the hook. If she couldn’t have the movie then she would have the book again. Pulling Peyton Place out of the nightstand, Emily opened to the first page and started to read.

Who knew if Ian would come kick in her door tonight if he got no response? Hopefully the doorman would prevent that from happening. But she was just going to read and whatever happened happened. Emily was tired; one shouldn’t be tired before age 17. She was in love with Ian. At least she thought she might be…she’d never been in love before.

That didn’t mean she wouldn’t walk away. He couldn’t have all of her or her sanity. Something had to give soon. The carefree days of summer had just begun but they were always short. By fall Emily was going to have to do something with her life. She had some decisions to make and it looked as if Ian did as well.

***


“Hi there.”

“David,” Erin looked up and tried to hide her smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

“I thought we were going to meet up on Saturday for brunch.”

She stood, wiping dirt on the apron she had around her waist. Erin was at the community garden in Morningside Heights planting flowers. She was enjoying the volunteer work she was doing with the Upper West Side Botany Club. They were going to beautify the entire city one community garden and park at a time. Today she was working with gardenias.

“That was too long to wait, I'm sorry.” He smiled, handing her the single white rose.

“How did you even know I was here?” Erin asked.

“I have my ways.”

“Are you following me?”

“Is that creepy?” he asked.

“Just a little bit, yeah.”

“It goes back to me being smitten.”

“I just can't…”

“Hey Erin, is everything OK?”

A pretty redhead approached the pair. She didn’t look happy to see Dave but he put on his best smile. She came to stand next to Erin with crossed arms. If she was waiting for an explanation he wasn’t going to give her one. This was public property; he could be where he wanted.

“It’s fine. Rachel, this is David. David, meet Rachel Harding…she's a friend of Ursula’s.”

Ursula has friends, Dave thought as he shook Rachel’s hand. On Friday night the brunette hadn't said five words to him. She got along a bit better with Hotch and he later told his best friend that she was rather brilliant. Still, it didn’t hurt to smile once in a while. Life was short. Rachel wasn’t smiling either but at least she didn’t look as if she wanted to kick Dave in the balls anymore.

“It’s nice to meet you.” he said.

“Can I help you with something?” Rachel asked.

“I was in the neighborhood and was hoping to take Erin to lunch. If you could help me with that I’d be truly grateful.”

“David, I promised my time to the botanists.” Erin said.

“You’ve done good work today Erin. I don’t mind if you take off early. Unless you don’t want to go with him and then you surely don’t have to.”

“I'm a mess.” Erin reached to touch the scarf on her head. She definitely didn’t dress this morning with anything other than planting in her mind. “I can't go anywhere like this.”

“We won't go far.” Dave replied. “We’ll grab a hotdog from a vendor, pick a bench, and just sit and talk. If you want to.”

She wanted to. Erin and Dave talked for hours on Friday night. They talked until they were breathless, caught their breath, and talked some more. They also danced, laughed, and flirted a little.

Not once did he make a pass at her. He didn’t try to get her in his car or touch her in an inappropriate way. It was interesting considering what she’d heard about Italian men. Yes, it was obvious that he believed he was smitten with her. But he seemed smart enough to know that she wasn’t just going to surrender to whatever charm other girls had.

“OK, let’s go.”

“Great!”

“Just so you know,” Erin said as she took off her apron and scarf to hand them to Rachel. “It was the hotdog that sealed the deal. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

“I'm perfectly OK with that.” Dave nodded.

“I’ll see you on Thursday Erin?” Rachel asked.

“Yes. After work we’ll meet up with Ursula and maybe see a movie or something.”

“That sounds good. It was nice to meet you David.”

“You too.” he smiled as he and Erin walked away.

Dave wasn’t even sure what to say. He’d never really courted a girl before. He just did some flirting, she would flirt back, they both got what they wanted, and the encounter was over. Dave hadn't had many girlfriends and never seemed to want them. Lovers was more of his thing…commitment was tough. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to get this right with Erin.

“I know who you are, by the way.”

“Well we don’t know each other that well yet but did enjoy long conversations Friday evening.”

“Your last name is Rossi; you failed to mention that.” Erin looked at him.

“And yours is Strauss.” He said.

“Its possible you’ve been reading too much Shakespeare.”

“I don’t want this story to end with a knife in my back. I surely don’t want one in yours. I didn’t know who you were when I first saw you skating. I didn’t care when I found out.”

“I try to get to know people, not last names or ethnicities.” Erin said. “That’s not always so easy. But there are going to be certain people who really don’t like it.”

“We don’t have to tell anyone.” Dave replied.

“This is getting more Shakespearean by the second.”

“Look,” he took her hand so that she would stop walking. Then he turned her to face him and took her other hand. “I don’t want you doing anything that makes you uncomfortable, Erin. I just want to get to know you better.

“I know it’s not the most convenient thing in the world, being who we are. But we’re not kids anymore and deserve to forge ahead with our own lives. My father said to me the other night that this life was for other men’s sons, his father’s son, but not for his son. I don’t know your father but I'm sure he doesn’t want the weight of his sins resting on your shoulders either.”

“You're one smooth talker Rossi.” She smiled.

“It’s a talent that’s taken me some time to hone.”

“Just feed me.”

He smiled and nodded. They continued to make their way out of the park, Dave still holding her hand. At the first hotdog vendor he bought two dogs and two Cokes. Erin wanted hers plain, which was strange to him. Dave had to have mustard. Back inside the park they sat down on a bench.

“So you're doing a lot of volunteer work this summer to keep busy?” he asked.

“I need to get out of the house. I've been gone from Manhattan for five years and my father worries too much. It’s either this or sit in the house.”

“I'm surprised you don’t have armed guards all around you.”

“Do not give him any ideas.” She rolled her eyes. “I'm looking forward to the fall. When I'm at school I'll have some freedom again.”

“But then you'll be gone.”

“Nothing lasts forever David. You have to make the most of it while you have it.”

“Now who’s being Shakespearean?”

“What do you want from me?” Erin asked.

“Is that a trick question to get me slapped?”

“No.” she laughed, covering her mouth when she did. Dave gently removed her hand.

“I like your laugh.” he told her.

“I just don’t want you getting in trouble, or worse, from a summer dalliance.”

“You think of yourself as a dalliance?”

“I'm just wondering what you're thinking.”

“When I was a kid I wanted summers to last forever, and sometimes it felt like they did. You make me feel like a kid again Erin. That’s what I'm thinking. What are you thinking?”

“I don't know yet.” She shook her head.

“At least you're honest.”

“Can we just get to know each other; be friends I guess? That might be the safest bet.”

“I've never been a safe kinda guy.” He said.

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

“You came to the Pepper Lounge for a reason Erin. Maybe neither one of us knows what that reason is but this might be our time to find out. I’ll protect you. No one’s going to hurt you while I'm around.”

“Who's going to protect you?” she asked.

“We’ll worry about me if it comes to that. I'm really hoping that it doesn’t.”

***

 
 
Where am I?: the lair
Feelings: thoughtfulthoughtful
Background Noise: Stalked: Somebody's Watching on ID
 
 
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purplediamond87purplediamond87 on January 26th, 2013 10:43 pm (UTC)
Friends? You're Dave and Erin, you aint gunna be just friends!
LOL!
Seriously though, I really like the direction this fic is taking, theres so much to explore and im really enjoying the journey so far! Will be very interesting to see just where it leads us all!
SSA McGeek: Erin and Dave....lovemcgarrygirl78 on January 27th, 2013 06:06 pm (UTC)
Its nice to have goals and Erin has a goal in this fic. We'll see if she makes it : )

Any story they seem to want to tell me is interesting to we'll definitely see where it goes. I'm not done yet but I do know what's coming. I just have to find the energy to get it all down because the characters are definitely talking.
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