Emily had met you through a mutual friend. The two of you hit it off and ended up exchanging numbers. As time went on, the two of you were able to grow closer. Maybe it was a little premature of her, but she maybe had a teeny tiny bit of a crush on you. I mean, who wouldn't? You were smart, funny, and gorgeous..

So, after a good few weeks of internally fighting with herself, she asked you out on a date. To her surprise, you agreed, and met up with Emily at a diner the following night. She'd dressed her best, and so did you.

Emily spared a glance up at you as you skimmed over the menu, a little smile tugging at her lips. Oh, she had no idea. You were well aware of who she was- what she did for work, more importantly. But she was oblivious to your true nature, that of a killer. In fact, you were a murderer that the BAU was tracking down. Unbeknownst to her, the answer to the case was right under her nose. Almost literally.

It was thrilling to you, an adrenaline rush. In a sick and twisted way, this was what you wanted. Being so close to a federal agent was just as exciting as it was frightening. You'd have to be extra careful.

"Do you know what you're getting?" Emily questioned softly, sparing a glance down at her menu as her brow furrowed in thought. "The pasta sounds good."