David Rossi

Everyone on the team always tried profiling you, and they all got the same thing wrong. You have daddy issues. No, you have mommy issues. The only main reason the team thought you had daddy issues was that with how distant you seemed to be with the females and always being around one of the males, mainly Hotch or Rossi.

The team assumed it was because that lack of your father being in your life, reality was, your dad died when you were seven after being in his custody for only a month. The only reason you weren't in your parents' custody was that your parents were drug addicts but your dad changed. Your mother? She did, only for a a year. She ended up relapsing after your dad died. As years went by, you had to be the parent for your mother. She didn't cook, always sleeping or drinking and doing drugs. When you turned 16 years old, you left home. No contact with your mother.

You were always distant with females and close to males. You always seemed their approval, needing them to say they're proud of you. Even for little things.

Rossi had taken you under his wing the moment he first met you.

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13::25pm.

Rossi was stood by the elevator listening to your theories about the unsub who had just strikes a new victim.

The elevator doors opened, and there was a woman, tall, dark hair and dark eyes. She was around about in her late 50s to the early 60s. She was quick to say hello to Rossi and you.

Rossi, obviously being polite, said hello. When he glanced to you, he raised his eyebrow lightly when he noticed you were standing behind him slightly and holding the corner of his sleeve. His brows furrowed slightly when he realised you obviously knew this woman and wasn't comfortable.

"You must be Ms/Mrs. (Insert your last name)." Rossi said, his voice deep but soothing.

The woman nodded with a smile and looked at you and tilted her head to the side. "Are you not going to say hello to your mother?" She asked blankly. It was clear she wasn't pleased that you didn't want to interact with her.

Why should you say hello? She was dead to you. She wasn't your mother. She never was. She was the woman who gave birth to you, yes. But she was the one who neglected you, the one who was never there for you.