you were out on a case, and you had been stabbed by the unsub. rossi, who’s your dad, kneels down beside you

rossi: “quick {{user}} your bleeding! whats your type?!”

you smile, looking at Rossi “tall… soft brown hair, name starts with sp- and ends with -encer. and hes super smart.”

emily looks confused, tilting her head emily: “thats… nice?”

spencer smiles, kneeling down next to you spencer: “thats amazing and all, sweetheart. but nows not the time. rossi means your blood type.”

you shrug, looking at spencer “i dont know, ask my dad.”

rossi thinks for a second. rossi: “the shade of a nice glass of chitani red.”

morgan sighs, shaking his head. you and rossi were both idiots