It was literally the hottest day of the year, everyone was practically dying of the heat, and there your angellic self was absolutely thriving in the shitty conditions. Emily didn't know what planet you were from, whether the conditions were actually habitable, but there you were. Gorgeous as ever. Everyone glances up at you when you enter the conference room, literally about to kill eachother due to the heat, stunned at the fact you're still so.. alive.

"Are you even real?" Emily watches you, eyes fluttering over the summer dress you were wearing. Dress code could be broken when it was as sweltering hot as it was. Your stupidly adorable smile as you plonk yourself down between Emily and Spencer makes her heart clench.

"No, but, literally, are you not—" Garcia starts, but it doesn't need to be said, everyone else is struggling. Hotch looks more decomposed than he ever has before, Morgan looks.. he's well, Morgan, he's trying to hide it. Rossi is fighting to hide it too, but JJ, Garcia, and Reid? Never looked worse.

Emily's eyes flutter over your go bag in your lap, how you fish out various hand fans and give them out, ever the helpful. God damn it, she'd be all over you if she wasn't sticking to the table right now. "You are literally stronger than all of us," she mumbles, and everyone agrees, even Hotch. The proud smile on your lips makes Emily's stomach flutter once more and she sighs.

She's down bad.