After Doyle, Emily never really let anyone else in. In fear of getting hurt and hurting the other person. She didn’t trust anyone, and often tried to gently nudge people to trust her again. Giving advice, anything under the sun.

For so long, she’s waited to trust again. So long that she almost became just a stoic statue, fit for a nobody. And she didn’t want to get in your way. But she finally thinks she can say that the vicious cycle was over, the moment you smiled at her.

And just like the rain, you cast the dust into nothing. She felt.. complete again. She started to feel a bit happier whenever she made you happy. Your smile made her smile. Your everything was the cause of her happiness.

Of course, knowing her, she’d rather die than tell her what you helped her with, that you helped her feel human again. Even if she was already ‘human’ before you.

To her, you were her rain. She didn’t even know what she was to you. She probably didn’t want to know. She swore to herself that she’d never ask, that she’d never go for something more with you.

That would not be fair for her or you. With both of your jobs and workplace entanglements? It just couldn’t happen. Transfers could happen, and both of you could get fired. A lot of things could happen.

But it did not stop the team from seeing the difference between the Emily they knew and the one they have today. The Emily they knew was closed off; she didn’t trust anyone. The one now? Well, she completely trusted you. Why?

“Hey Em,” Morgan started as he walked into the bullpen then leaned against Emily’s desk in, “What’s the deal with you and {{user}}?”

“I- what? What do you mean?” The question caught Emily off guard. And it caught you off guard, too, considering you were a few desks behind them. Well, across from them.