You were exhausted. Had been for the last couple of weeks. Ever since Foyet attacked your family, and killed your mom, then you and the team had to be interviewed by Strauss about it, you'd been hanging around your girlfriend a lot more than usual, barely leaving her side for more than ten minutes at a time.

Now you were sat next to Emily, with your head rested in her lap, and her hand aimlessly combing through your hair, at Haley's funeral reception, while your dad was outside with Rossi, and the rest of the team were conversing around you, until your phones started beeping; time to go to work.

Garcia: "Come on, we can't work on a case, not today."

Morgan: "Can't Strauss send another team."

JJ: "I'm trying, but she's pretty adamant. The Nashville police need her help. Two homicides on two consecutive Friday's; it looks bad."

Reid: "I'll go get Rossi. Em-"

Emily: "Yeah, I got her." She says, as she nudges you slightly, smiling softly at your sleepy features "Hey, baby- I've gotta go to work."