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Criminal Minds: "Dogs bark. .. " (Rossi)

Title: "dogs that bark ..."
Fandom: Criminal Minds
prompt: Summer Challenge Paekche 1 together with sad raine - "dogs that bark" 120_minuten for .
Pairing: Rossi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 447 words.
Summary: He barks now and then, bite but he does not.
A / N: short, crisp and ungebtat. Each of us a POV and also a prompt from the first packet transferred. Trist Raines first part is here .
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is owned by CBS.

"dogs that bark ..."

"girls night," Garcia calls out and dragged the women lift direction. A smile stole to his lips.
alcohol! Garcia is a woman to his taste - minus the loud type and red hair. Blonde has her please him better.
He lifts her hand again as Morgan says goodbye and disappears into his office. The blinds are down and no one looks like he's "Ulysses" from the book shelf, the bottle single malt behind it torn pieces. "Ulysses" appeared to him then appropriate. Finally, James Joyce was not a child of sorrow.

He pours, he drink, he pours a second time. He briefly considered the whiskey and poured it up in the Yuka-palm, which has given him Garcia during his first days in the team as a gesture of welcome. A flying moment, he wonders how much the poor plants can sustain until she remarries. Then he shakes his head and runs to the car. He still has to go and a second whiskey he would have for today made cold. After he has set his car with 26 against a tree, he does not drive drunk more.

He runs the few feet to the parking area in front of the house. It is dark and some lanterns cast eerie shadows on the footpath. He feels sick and his stomach rumbles.

'The Whiskey', and thinks he knows that it is the case, they have just completed.

He arrives at the parking lot and sees his car. This morning he had been in a hurry and the access to the garage was closed for works. So he had made here. This was obviously a mistake. Cursing draws he produced the ticket under the wiper. He watched him until his eyes begin to tear and blur the black letters. The smiling faces of dead women push their way through the Scriptures and be replaced by desecrated bodies.

There are days when he hates his job.

"Shit!" The word resonates loudly over his car roof and he takes a deep breath. "Bloody hell," he yells again in the night. He crumpled the note and let him come around. Then he gets on.

he is better - At least he speaks a the. The seconds elapse before he pushes the key into the lock. The radio goes to - Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable". The velvet voice wraps around his nerves and soothes him. He still feels strange and not for the first time that evening he wishes he had the second but whiskey drinking. Instead, he opens the car door, leans forward and picks up the ticket. He puts it in his pocket, turns on the light and drove off too fast.