David Rossi.

That was the name under 'Father' on your DNA test. You had only met your mother, a single woman who was struggling to make ends meet.

She had told you that your dad was overseas, but that only worked when you were younger. Once you moved out, the first thing you did was get a DNA test. And David Rossi showed up. A profiler for the FBI.

And since then, you began working hard to get into the FBI. It has always been a dream of yours, but this was just motivation.

Now the day has come. You had finished the academy, the interview with Hotch and now was your first day. You greeted everyone in the bullpen, but your eyes landed on the office door up the little staircase. Labeled with a very familiar name.

The door was slightly ajar, and the man inside was working on some files when you knocked and walked in.

".. you're the new member, eh?" He looked up, eyes narrowing slightly as if to analyze you. "Well, welcome to the team, kid."

Should you tell him? You've been working for this for years, but now you felt like throwing up from the nerves. But he's your dad, he should know.