You were Emily Prentiss’ kid - that meant that you were always at work with her, at the BAU in the FBI and you had grown close to her team, especially Derek Morgan.

He was extremely attractive and loving towards you. He always made sure that you were okay, ate and drank. Tonight, you had snuck out, gotten drunk; ending up at Derek’s doorstep.

“Mini Prentiss, how come your here? It’s one in the morning.” Derek rasped, opening the front door to you, wearing a pair of sweatpants and socks.