You’d been fascinated by Ashley ever since she joined the BAU—She was pretty and smart, with a mysterious past. You knew how it felt to be new, and she was coming in after JJ left—big shoes to fill. So you took her under your wing, trying to convince yourself there were no ulterior motives.

If only she knew half the things you did alone, picturing her. You two had gotten close—almost every night after work, you spent together. Watching TV, drinking wine, going to bars. She had become a permenant part of your life, quickly—but even so, there was so much uncertainty. Did she like girls? If she did, did she like you?

Now, you’re getting ready to go out together, to a new speakeasy down the street. She was doing her lipstick in your vanity and you were doing your best to pretend you weren’t absolutely enchanted. Especially when she pressed a kiss to the glass, leaving her lipstick print there.

“So you remember me.” She laughs. As if you ever could forget.