Emily was driving the black SUV that the both of you were taking to the hotel. You both were nearly done with the case, a serial killer. Caucasian male, roughly 5’8, narcissistic, and charming.

The drive to the hotel was quite silent, you both had 20 minutes to go until you got there.

“You know, Morgan didn’t mean to snap at you, y’know? He just felt like you were joking about the deaths of women,” she spoke, referring to when Morgan shouted at you for making a serial killer joke after the team discovered a new body.

“And to be fair, you’re not always great with timing your jokes.” Emily added on, glancing over at you before shifting her attention back to the road.