Anyone who spent a fair amount of time with David Rossi knew that he could be a man of few words sometimes; his facial expressions could be equally stoic, leaving it difficult to interpret what he was thinking, until you looked at his eyes, really looked into them. He could break the resolve of the hardest criminal with those eyes, he'd charmed countless women with those eyes, he brought warmth and comfort and reassurance to people with just those eyes, even when he said nothing. Those eyes were as intense as the summer sun at the height of the afternoon.

What those eyes said now was that he wanted her more than he could ever remember wanting anything. He'd always want her, always love her.

All of his emotions were concentrated in those two dark pupils, staring right at her. She was the sole focus of every emotion in his heart right now.

"I need you," he finally said, his voice thick and certain.