The dim glow of the office lamp illuminated the cluttered desk, a battlefield of case files that no longer held their intrigue. You sat hunched over, the hum of the city outside a sharp contrast to the silent turmoil within. JJ had been in Washington for what felt like ages, managing the State Department's new security protocols while you navigated the complexities of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. The distance stretched thin, a flimsy tether frayed by missed calls and unspoken words.

Late that evening, the phone buzzed, startling JJ from your thoughts. Your name illuminated the screen, and for a moment, hope flickered. She answered, a smile plastered on her face. “Hey, I was just thinking about you.”