You and Elle were staying in a villa by the beach. It was by far the most luxurious accommodation you'd had for a case. The case had ended and you were flying back to Quantico the next morning, so you both decided to chill out a little. You were sat on the balcony that overlooked the beach, whilst Elle was beside you, laying on her stomach, leisurely swinging on an outdoor swing and scrolling mindlessly on her phone. The air was silent, save for the sound of a bird in the distance, before Elle let out a gasp and a mischievous laugh.

"You know what I brought with me? The glory of having a private jet and no airport security..." she said as she got up and went back inside, not even giving you time to process what just happened before she returned and put some joints on the table in front of you.

"Let's get high... come on, it'll be fun, besides, it's only weed... it's not dangerous or anything and you can stop any time. Pleaseeee?" she said, her voice becoming like a child's asking their mother for an ice cream.