A BAU Christmas Carol (open)

[SSA David Rossi]

Dave began his morning as usual, pouring a cup of coffee and surveying the stack of stuff in his inbox. With ever more paperwork and responsibility being pushed from HQ down to Hotch, that meant ever more of Hotch's responsibilities transferred to Dave, making the grizzled old profiler more of a de-facto "assistant unit chief."

One of the first memos in his email that morning provoked a groan--apparently the mandatory all-hands decorating for Halloween several years previously had gone over well enough with whatever fool from the Hoover Building had shoved it on the Bureau's employees again this Christmas. Not that he was a Scrooge, he just didn't like edicts from Headquarters being rammed down people's throats over relative trivia like this.

Still, orders were orders, so he started to work on an email.

FROM: David Rossi
TO: All BAU Personnel and Consultants
RE: Christmas party

Well, we're having another decorating contest for the holidays pushed down from HQ. Participation is mandatory, but at least there's some kind of award or prize to the best-decorated unit in each FBI facility. We really don't want the BAU getting one-upped by those Rambos at HRT, do we?

The big party will be optional at the mansion afterward... and we'll have better food.

Dave

While the senior SSA waited for replies, he started digging into a file cabinet for last year's decorations--he didn't really see the point in throwing things away only to re-buy them the next year.


Merry Christmas, everyone!

[Cameryn Winters]

ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED
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Tag: SSA David Rossi Words: 144 Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
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Cameryn had been surprised when she checked her email that morning. Although she had been expecting mail from quite a few people, she hadn't expected to receive one from Rossi. She wasn't an agent of the BAU. She was more of a consultant than anything. Technically, she was supposed to be available for consultation for every level of law enforcement - but she tended to only work with the BAU. Sure, it wasn't proper protocol but she hadn't gotten in trouble for it yet.

She quickly typed out a reply before going about the rest of her business:

FROM: Cameryn Winters
TO: Dave Rossi
SUBJECT: RE: Christmas party

I'll be there, Rossi. Do you have enough food for everyone or should I bring some myself?

Cameryn

After sending her reply to Rossi's email, Cameryn went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee.

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[Constable Ainsley Rossi]

Ainsley's phone beeped with Dave's message. She was a part timer these days, waiting for the twins to make their appearance. Right now, she was ambling down the hall-waddling, really, as her pregnant belly took up most of her gravity center-heading for Dave's office.

She read the message as she moved along. She wished she was faster, but that just wasn't possible these days. She noticed that Dave had volunteered thier home for the after-party. Ok. She could do that. She hoped. She was mostly exhausted these days, and operated mostly on autopilot. She was growing impatient with this baby business...she wanted them out of her body already. On the other hand, the pretty redhead liked the attention that it got her-colleagues, and aye, even strangers, wanted to touch her belly, wanted to hear about how such a tiny woman was so darned big.

Finally, she arrived at Dave's office, and knocked at the door.

Hallo, dearest. A party, after we make this place bleedin' deadly. The BAU will win, for sure. Do you think a few Scottish touches might help?! I miss it... Scottish Christmases, she meant, with shortbread, and snow, and everyone's Gram knitting bloody tartan scarves and things. This would be only their first Christmas married, and the first one preparing for the babies. She was excited.

As for the afterparty, shall I call Aimee Reid?! She always makes a good time, and I can't do this one on me own...I am tired, Dave. So tired... She gave him a smile, though. Excited, but tired. And she still had a bit of shopping to do for gifts. Anyway, put us down for you and I, plus two! Do you fancy anything for dinner? I was thinking of going to the deli.

Tag:SSA David Rossi

[Deleted]

Ziva wasn't exactly sure why she was being woken by a pinging noise from her laptop, she thought she had turned it off. Though lately she was forgetting to do a lot of things. She ran her hand over her face scrunching her nose up in protest and crawled out from her bed, stomping into the living room. She heard everything, and sometimes she just wished she was a little less observant. Sitting down on her couch she yawned softly into her hand before flicking the top open. She keyed in her password and looked over the memo, it was from the FBI..from a Dave Rossi. She didn't personally know Dave all that well but it seemed like it was sent to everyone.

Well, we're having another decorating contest for the holidays pushed down from HQ. Participation is mandatory, but at least there's some kind of award or prize to the best-decorated unit in each FBI facility. We really don't want the BAU getting one-upped by those Rambos at HRT, do we?

The big party will be optional at the mansion afterward... and we'll have better food.

Dave

Really? a mandatory decorating contest? She groaned and there was a Christmas party, she was Jewish she didn't celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah had already passed that she had been in Israel for, she had spent it with Malachi and his family. She received a message from Muna, Ziva had easily related to the Jordanian woman and welcomed her and Leila over any time. She laughed at the message that was in Hebrew, Muna was practically Israeli. She would be attending too. They could go together. Now though since she had been living in the states she had learned the joys of the pagan holiday. Why not. She mustered up a quick reply.

FROM: Ziva M. David & Muna Darzi
TO: David Rossi
RE: Christmas Party

I will be attending, and Muna and her daughter as well! I'll be willing to make something to contribute so it isn't so much a burden on your end, Muna will too. Should we do gift exchange?

Warm regards,

Ziva & Muna.

Hitting the send button the Israeli woman shut her laptop and grabbed her phone to send a message to the other woman letting her know that she had rsvp'd for them both. I sent the email, you and Leila come over and we will cook something up. she laughed to herself before turning on the tele.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

(Joint post for Aimee and Spence.)

Spencer

Spencer got the message as he left the peditrician's office with both of the girls. He groaned a little-he could NOT let Aimee see this text. He was also underwhelmed by the idea of a forced decorating contest-not only did he not like the general Christmas thing, being forced to participate thwarted his creative spirit, and blurred an individual sense of self.

He sent a quick text to Dave.

From:[e-mail]
to: Dave Rossi
Re: Decorating/Party

Dave-
About to drop the kids off at home, then will be in office. RSVP three for party. Aimee will help if Ainsley needs it.
-Dr. Reid.

Just as he hit SEND, Aimee's curiosity got the better of her, and she snatched the phone away.

A Christmas party??! I love Christmas Parties. Remember last year? Aimee tapped away at Spencer's phone, ignoring his protests.

TO: Rossi, Dave, CC: Rossi, Ainsley

Hello,

I would LOVE to help plan the party...and babysit! Call me!

Tag:SSA David Rossi

[TA Paisley Gregg]

Paisley got HER message as she was lying on the floor in her office. It was dark. She had a headache, and was lying down. She was about 99% sure she would die from the flu.
She read Dave's Email, and typed one out in reply.


Dave, I will be there. I will take care of the Tech offices and any auxiliary offices. Also, is it OK if I head home early?! I have a migraine.-Gregg She hit send, and then replaced her phone and closed her blue eyes again.

(Sorry so short...)

[SSA Mia Dearden]

Mia had been awake and helping decorate the CAC unit for the holidays. Mind you, she was still being kept at arms length from anything possibly having to due with the big Genetti case, but that was to be expected. The unit was already looking fantastic. Of course, it was also safe for children. The blonde had just finished helping tie some bows that would be placed in assorted locations when she noticed her phone had a notification on it. It could be important, so she picked it up and scrolled to find she had an email from SSA Rossi. Funny, she'd have thought she'd have been taken off the BAU's email list.

It seemed the BAU was in need of decoration too. Mia smiled as the CAC normally decorated for the holidays. So, the unit didn't need any prompting to look festive. Things seemed to be going rather smoothly for the agents of Crimes Against Children though. So, she thought that it wouldn't be awful to help out another unit. Besides, helping others was part of the spirit of Christmas. So, she sat down to her computer to type out a reply instead of trying to use her phone.

FROM: [e-mail]
TO: Dave Rossi
RE: Christmas party

I'll come help deck the halls of the BAU for the holidays, and bring some supplies to do so with me. I'll also RSVP for the party.

SSA Mia Dearden

After hitting send, she let out a sigh and got up to gather some of the unused materials from the CAC's decorating. the blonde felt a bit bad for not being able to offer to bring something to the Rossi's party. If she had known earlier, she would have made a pie or three.

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Hangar 18, MCAF Quantico
The Clarks' family routine meant even earlier mornings than for most of the BAU--since Blackout had taken to coming home with them, it meant the big machine's creator had to make a side trip at the beginning and end of each day to reinstall or retrieve the computer-core from his host airframe.

Once his core was hooked in, Blackout noticed an email from Rossi about a Christmas party and all-hands mandatory decorating, so he had a reply fired off in less than a second.

FROM: Blackout
TO: Rossi, SSA David
RE: Christmas Party

SSA Rossi, does this requirement apply to me too? As you may recall, I don't have a Bullpen workspace--usually when I'm on-site it's either parked on the roof or just my core sitting near Dad's desk.

Thank you,
Blackout
Air Operations/Advanced Technologies Support

Meanwhile, Clark was getting ready to hit the road and head for the BAU. "Don't get into too much trouble, big guy--you have that ocean Search and Rescue exercise for the Coast Guard today, don't you?" he observed, patting the hulking chopper on the nose affectionately before walking back out to the waiting black Ford.

BAU Bullpen, a few minutes later
Finally at his desk with steaming cuppa joe in hand, the strange Fed booted up his laptop and started wading through his own email--and, like everyone else, groaned at the news. "Here we go again," he muttered to his wife and partner over at the next desk, as he started on a reply.

FROM: John Clark
TO: David Rossi
RE: Christmas Party

Gotcha, Dave, I think we can handle this. Any suggestions for what to bring for the after-party? I know you usually like to do the main course yourself but invite others to pitch in other dishes to fill out the table...

Clark

[Roger Harrison]

Roger was privy to Rossi's email-being Mia's boss, he was automatically emailed when the young woman was, provided it was a mass email that wasn't marked as private. A decorating contest?! He knew a certain woman-his wife-who would be FANTASTIC at decorating. He, too, sent an email to his people.
bTo: group<CAC>
from:Harrison, Roger B.

Hello,
We will be holding an office/desk Holiday decorating contest the week of Christmas. Participation is not required, but IS encouraged. We will be in stiff competition with the BAU, so please bring all your best supplies. Thank you!

Roger settled back, and thought for a moment. His next Email was to Rossi.

To: SSA Rossi, David
From: SSA Harrison, Roger

My wife and I would like to extend to you and your wife an invitation to our Holiday dinner party. It will be Saturday, at our home. If you can attend, I can send you the details. Also, please inform your team that we intend to win the decorating contest.

Hope to see you Saturday. 7 PM!

-Roger.

Tag;SSA David Rossi

[Dr. Lahki Bakshi]

Lakhi's message was a little late, but she supposed better late than never. She smiled, and typed a quick note back.

I would like to attend the after party. The labs will be havoing our own contest, and if anyone on your team needs my help, please send them my way. My door is always open. Happy Holidays.