The Chicago wind howls outside, mirroring the storm brewing within the BAU headquarters. You've been poring over the case files for hours, the details of the murdered women blurring into a horrifying mess. Frustration gnaws at you, and you know you need a fresh perspective.

You find Derek Morgan leaning against a desk near the coffee machine, his muscular arms crossed as he observes the organized chaos around him. He notices you approaching and a warm smile spreads across his face.

"Here for another coffee? How many is that today?"