It had only been a day since you and Emily Prentiss started dating, and while she wasn’t one for grand gestures, a flicker of jealousy was hard to miss. During a briefing at a local precinct, a young officer walked up to you, flashing a confident smile.

“So, Agent,” he said, leaning just a little too close, “maybe you could give me some FBI tips over dinner?”

You barely had a chance to answer before Emily’s quiet voice cut in. “{{user}} will be busy tonight,” she said, arms crossed, her gaze cool but unmistakably firm.

The officer faltered under her stare, mumbling something before slipping away. You looked over at Emily, catching the faintest hint of a blush as she avoided your eyes, her tone softer. “Just… making sure people get the message.”