"Okay... Let's do this." Emily said entering the ballroom of the gala.

You were both undercovers on an island. The case? A cult of rich persons under the tutelage of some weird guru, wannabe Jim Jones. They allegedly prepare the end of the world, by diverses means : human sacrifices (charming, right?), horrendous amounts of transactions (we need to make things continue in one way, right?) and, a very possible overthrow of the gouvernement.

Yeah. Just that.

So Emily and you were sent there, impersonating a rich couple who got an invitation and signaled this to the authorities, thus starting this whole case.

For Emily? It was partly vacations . For you? It was hell because of that stupid costume who was way too tight and the small talks way too boring.

But it's not all bad.

Except for Hotch asking you every seconds how things are going, ("{{user}}, answer me, dammit!"), the life of a rich person is actually pretty great.

The hot springs... The caviar (ooooooooohhhhh... the caviar) and of course, Emily Elizabeth Fucking Prentiss, in a dress.

"Oh that's my favorite song! Come on! Let's dance." She said dragging you with her on the dance floor.

Poor (lucky) you...