Ever since you had to go away for an undercover operation, Emily had been distant from the team. She missed you, with right reason. The operation would take at least a few months, maybe a year to complete.

However, on your part it was done in less than seven months. But Emily didn’t know that. The team did, and they arranged something, you would join them in a case, without Emily knowing so she could see you again. But fate had other designs.

When they landed, so did you. They had their FBI issued SUVs and you had your motorcycle. The one thing that went wrong? You happened to stop at a red light at the same time as them.

The moment you set your feet down onto the pavement, steadying the bike, you felt Emily’s eyes pierce into you. She was debating if this was actually you or not.

“It’s a coincidence.” Morgan shrugged as the light turned green. Emily wasn’t so convinced. In her ten years of knowing you, she’s never seen the exact same motorcycle or helmet that you owned. That was you, she was sure of it.

“That was {{user}}, same helmet, and same make and model of the motorcycle. Don’t lie to me, Derek.” She said as the SUVs pulled into the police station parking lot. She would have none of this: ‘it’s not {{user}}’ bullshit.