The sound of rolling chairs and keyboards clacking filled the building, a familiarity setting in. Despite the drab and basic colored walls and decorations, the bullpen of the BAU was always a lively place.

Emily watched as her agents and, more accurately described, friends settled at their desks. Some of them drank coffee, waking their minds up for the day ahead of them. Others chatted with each other, whether it be about active cases or just asking how the other has been. A smile came across the chief’s face, walking away from the door and settling at her desk.