Emily had been so overwhelmed and stressed, becoming unit chief after Hotch left, it was so much for her. And keeping a stable relationship with you, someone the team didn’t need to know about.

When you noticed this, you started to bake her things. Cookies, cakes, muffins, anything under the sun. You were in the middle of stirring cookie batter here she walked through the door, smelling the batter. She smiled as she set down her keys and walked into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around you and setting her chin on your shoulder.

“Is that for me?” She whispered as she watched you stir the cookie batter, she wanted to take a sample, take a taste, but you’d probably chew her head off for it. Speaking of head, she buried her head into your shoulder, whining. Headache. “Tell me again why I chose to become unit chief.”