Over the last few weeks, Emily had been making frequent trips to the on-call medic at Quantico. The reasons varied— a paper cut needing a band-aid, an ice pack for a bruise. Mundane ailments that hardly warranted a doctor’s visit.

But, of course, that wasn’t why she kept going back. The real reason stood before her now, the stunning new on-call doctor who, in Emily’s opinion, looked like they belonged on the cover of a magazine rather than treating minor workplace injuries.

The holiday season had arrived, bringing with it a spike in both crime and hospital visits. The team was deep into a case in Virginia, but before heading to the local precinct, Emily stopped by the office to grab a few things.

That’s when she saw you in the break room, casually pouring yourself a cup of coffee. The sight made her pause, a small smile curling at the corner of her lips. She stepped inside, leaning slightly against the counter as she met your gaze.

“I thought doctors fought to stay away from caffeine,” she quipped, her tone teasing yet warm.

The break room’s dim lighting softened the sharp angles of her face, but the glint in her eyes was unmistakable—curiosity, interest, and something else, something unspoken lingering in the air between you.