The evening was late when Dave pulled into his driveway. He had spent the majority of Halloween night with Penelope Garcia running around to hospitals handing out small toys and coloring books with crayons to the sick children who couldn't go trick or treating. At first he had been reluctant to go as she insisted they dress up, and then she told him she wanted to be an old west saloon girl and he could be the Sheriff, so he was more than happy to go along. He was surprised that she hadn't cornered the rest of the team into going as well.
"Where's everyone else?" Dave asked as he approached her car in the parking lot of hospital.
"There is no one else Sheriff Sweetness," she smiled as she climbed out of her car.
He frowned at her. "You couldn't talk anyone else into helping?"
"I didn't ask anyone else," she replied as she lifted a box out of the trunk of her car and handed it to him. She eyed his costume. "Nice weapon you got there."
He glanced down at his side. "That's an 1847 Colt Walker – original."
She raised her eyebrows at him. "Does it work?"
"Yes," he replied somewhat defensively.
"Will you let me handle it?" she asked.
His frown deepened. "You don't like guns, Blondie."
She smirked as she reached out to fiddle with his belt buckle. "I wasn't talking about the gun, David."
It was his turn to grin. "Easy ma'am, that weapon is loaded."
They spent the rest of the evening sharing teasing remarks and flirtatious looks as they entertained the kids. Dave was hoping the evening would end with the two of them at her apartment however; JJ had called and begged Pen to come over. It was with some sadness that they had said good night and gone their separate ways. Dave had started to get out of his car when he spotted a figure huddled on his doorstep.
He fingered the handgrip of the Colt for a moment before he remembered it wasn't loaded. His service weapon was in the house. The figure on the porch hadn't moved when he pulled into the driveway briefly he hoped it wasn't some Halloween trick or treater waiting him out for candy. He didn't have any. He exited his car and approached the figure. The person had their arms wrapped around their knees and their head was bent.
"Hello," he said evenly.
The head popped up. "Agent Rossi?"
He peered into the darkness, he recognized that voice. "Connie?"
She sniffled and nodded her head.
"What are you doing here?" he asked perplexed. "Shouldn't you be in Indianapolis?"
"I need your help," she cried. He moved closer and in the moonlight he could see the tears on her face. "I'm in trouble."
"Let's go inside," Dave said as he put his arm around her shoulders and helped her to her feet. He unlocked the door and led her inside then disarmed and reset the alarm after closing and locking the door. "Give me your coat."
She peeled off the garment and handed it to him. He stood there staring at her.
"What?" she asked self-consciously.
"You're wearing a costume," he said blandly.
"It's Halloween," she reminded him. "Besides, you're wearing one too."
"Did you wear that on the airplane?"
"What makes you think I took an airplane?" she asked as she turned around to show her back to him. "I have my own wings, maybe I flew myself."
"Your wings are crushed," he told her softly. "What are you suppose to be? A dragonfly?"
"Dragonfly!" she repeated indignantly.
"What else is green with wings?" he questioned as he hung up her coat.
"I'm Tinkerbell," she huffed.
"Did you bring a change of clothes, Tinkerbell?"
She slid her arms around herself again and shook her head. "I didn't have time."
She started to tremble. Dave stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her holding her close. "It's okay. You're safe now."
He held her for a few minutes then pulled back to look at her face. "Why don't we go upstairs and find you something else to wear and then you can tell me what is going on."
"Okay," she agreed.
Together they went upstairs and rummaged through his closet for a suitable outfit. She settled on an old FBI t-shirt and sweatpants. He showed her the guest suite and left her to her own devices as he went back to his room to change clothes as well. He locked the Colt in his gun safe and changed into a sweater and jeans. He stepped into the hallway at the same time as Connie.
"Are you hungry?" he asked as they headed back downstairs.
"A little," she admitted quietly.
"Come on, I'll fix you an omelet."
They went to the kitchen and Dave set about cooking food. Connie settled onto a stool and watched him.
"Talk to me," he said softly. "What's going on?"
"I'm in some trouble," she said softly.
"I'm listening," he said as he cracked eggs into a bowl.
"I saw a murder," she whispered.
Dave looked up from the bowl. "Did you call the police?"
She shook her head. "I was too scared. They saw me and one of them said 'Get her!' I turned and ran. Luckily there was a cab and I jumped in and told him to go to the airport as fast as he could. All I could think was that I needed to get away."
"So you got on a plane and came here?" he asked.
"Do you know these guys?" he questioned.
She sucked in a shaky breath. "One of them lives near me and they are all into drugs."
"Dealing or using?"
"Both I think," she replied. "I see them selling all of the time. I can't go back there."
Dave set the bowl on the counter. "What about Georgie and Alicia? Are they safe?"
Connie nodded. "Alicia is in school in California and Georgie joined the Army."
Dave narrowed his gaze at her. "We need to work on your communications skills. In all the conversations we've had you have never mentioned any of this."
"I'm sorry," she said quietly.
"I'll survive," he conceded. "What do you want in your omelet? Mushrooms? Cheese? Tomatoes? Bacon?"
"Yes," she said shortly.
He quirked a smile at her. "One omelet with the works coming up. Meanwhile, you tell me what happened and don't leave anything out."
Dave chuckled and gave her a genuine smile. He waved a spatula at her. "Start talking."