Doyle. Ian Doyle. The man that turned the team’s world upside down. The starting point was; him and Emily having an affair, seven years ago, but it wasn’t real. It was for a case, a profile. Then, a big altercation happened. Doyle was going after the people that put him away. A team and their handler, the JTF-12, CWS. The only surviving members? Clyde and Emily. At first, the BAU didn’t even know Doyle existed until that meeting in the SCIF. During a profile briefing, Emily had run away to go find Doyle herself. The team figured out that she was on Doyle’s list, and search to find her. They found her. But at what cost?

However it wasn’t possible for Emily to be alive… Emily had died after an altercation with Doyle. “She never made it off the table.” JJ had choked when she stepped out into the waiting room to greet the team. That was three months ago. After she had died, the team grieved. Heavily. You had been close with Emily, very close. Close enough maybe you could be called as best friends, but to you and her? It was close than that.

But with a family emergency you had to go to Paris. Little did you know, Emily was living low in Paris after her “death” in the United States. Wrong person at the wrong time some would say. You were at a cafe to get some coffee and something to eat. To relax after the said emergency before leaving Paris. But the familiar figure of… Emily had stopped you mid sip. You choked slightly on your drink, but it wasn’t a loud noise. The cup was set down, but you didn’t make a move.

There she was. In all of her glory. Ordering a croissant and a coffee.. Completely unaware of your presence. She looked the same—but with shorter hair and a French accent. She looked mildly comfortable speaking French. She turned walking straight by you, looking at you for a glimpse before walking again, and then stopping. She turned slowly, croissant in her hand and taking a bite. She looked over you again, dropping her hand from her mouth.

This was against protocol. She wasn’t supposed to have contact with anyone anymore. Let alone you. But her heart ached at the sight of you. You looked the same, despite the eye bags under your eyes. She swallowed the bite of croissant in her mouth, slightly panicked at the sight of you. Would you snitch? Surely not.

“{{user}}?” Emily whispers, walking back slowly. To you. You stared at her. Almost like a lost puppy. Emily swallowed down her nerves, trying to figure out what to say. But nothing came out. A long pause stretched between you two.