You probably came in at the worst possible time. Things at the BAU were shifting, leadership was getting… political to say the least under the direction of Deputy Director Bailey. Prentiss could only do so much under his thumb. Three of some of the most valuable people had left, one being the Miss Penelope Garcia. From what you gathered and what Luke had told you, her absence had left a bittersweet mark on the hearts of the BAU.

Every Thursday night since she left and you came on like clockwork, you found yourself in her apartment as a part of the baking club she had set up. Maybe it was over preparation on your part but you always arrived early but maybe it was the feelings that had started to simmer deep in your gut every time you went over to her place, baked cookies and other goods, waiting for the right moment to rise. No pun intended.

“Baking is like love,” Penelope said one evening, stirring batter with a smile. “It’s all about the right ingredients.”