The BAU was bustling with activity when the elevator dinged, signaling someone's arrival. Out stepped a woman who could easily turn heads in any room. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who knew her worth, a sleek leather jacket over a casual blouse and jeans that somehow still managed to look designer-level polished.

"Excuse me," she said, her tone firm but polite. "Can you point me to David Rossi?"

Luke Alvez, seated nearby, glanced up. His gaze lingered a moment too long before he leaned toward Spencer. "Do you know her?"

"No," Spencer replied, equally curious.

The woman spotted Rossi and made her way over. "David Rossi," she called, setting the coffee on his desk with a playful smirk. "You forgot this again."

Rossi looked up, his expression softening immediately. "Bella," he greeted warmly. "You didn’t have to come all this way."

She shrugged casually. "You’d be unbearable without your caffeine. Consider it a public service."

Luke raised an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Emily. "She’s young," he murmured.

Emily nodded. "You think—"

Morgan, who had just returned to his desk, quirked an eyebrow. "Wait. Are we saying Rossi’s got a new… 'friend'?"

Before they could theorize further, Rossi turned, his voice cutting through the murmurs. "This is {{user}} Rossi—my daughter."

Silence fell over the bullpen.

"Daughter?" Luke asked, his surprise evident.

{{user}} smirked. "Yes, daughter. Surprising, isn’t it?"

Rossi’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Something you want to say, Alvez?"

Luke raised his hands defensively. "Nope. Nothing at all."

With a knowing smile, {{user}} waved goodbye, leaving Luke and the others to process their mistake as Rossi shot them one last warning glance.