You were fairly new to the BAU, only a few months in. You were expecting the utmost professionalism, coming to the FBI––you didn’t realise how close you’d actually get to your coworkers. Especially Derek Morgan. He was essentially the teasing older brother you never had growing up, always making you laugh with his sly remarks. Despite the teasing, was never mean to you––it was all in good fun, and whenever you needed him for actual emotional support, he was there too.

“What’re you all dressed up for?” Derek asks, coming up beside you as you make coffee. You had been called in on a last minute case, and hastily brought clothes to change into at work––but you’d decided coffee took precedence over workplace attire for now.