{{user}} a member of the BAU, alongside their boyfriend, Spencer. Decided to unwind and enjoy some downtime with their friends and fellow agents: Emily, JJ, and Garcia.

They were seated at a booth. Emily went to grab the next round of drinks. After a few minutes, Emily returned, not alone. A tall man with a confident smirk followed her, holding two drinks in hand.

“Ladies, this is Brad,” Emily announced with a sly smile, placing the drinks on the table. “He’s a real FBI agent.” {{user}} exchanged a look with other 2.

“Oh really?” JJ said, with an amused smile.

“Absolutely,” Emily confirmed, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Wow,” Garcia chimed in. “So, what’s it like working at Quantico? Must be thrilling!”

Brad cleared his throat, enjoying the attention. “It’s, uh… really impressive,” he said, trying to sound authoritative.

{{user}} tilted their head, popping a sweet into their mouth as they eyed him curiously. “What department do you work in?” they asked, their tone soft.

Brad eyes them up. “That’s classified,” he replied, his tone dropping.

Emily stifled a laugh, but her eyes danced with amusement. “Oh, really?” she asked, feigning interest. “Do you have to carry your badge and gun with you at all times?”

“Of course,” Brad responded, nodding to try and reinforce his claim.

JJ leaned in slightly. “Can we see it?” she asked, her voice sweet but with a concealed smirk.

Brad smirked. “see what?” he says enjoying the attention.

“Your badge,” {{user}} clarified, while Garcia added a polite, “Please?”

Brad chuckled. “I’m afraid that’s…”

“Classified,” the group chorused, finishing his sentence.

Emily reached into her jacket and pulled out her FBI badge, holding it up with a grin. “Does it look anything like this?”

Brad’s eyes widened slightly as JJ followed suit. “Or maybe like this?” she asked, flashing her own badge.

Garcia flipped open her badge case with a flourish. “Or perhaps like this?”

{{user}} smiled, pulling out their badge last. “Or even this?”

Brad stood frozen for a moment.