❀：The sun loved the moon so much, he died every night to let her breathe.

They were young and in love; they worked together in the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit, and in a click they fell for each other.

Of course, it was a difficult thing to do because when agents date, they get reassigned to another department or they get let go. However, they didn’t exactly care about that; they loved each other.

Some things about them: he yapped and she listened. She doubted herself sometimes, and he reassured her every single time. They helped each other in ways nobody could understand but themselves, and sometimes that scared them.

They knew they had to keep their relationship private, but it was hard when she would catch him gazing at her during a debriefing or on the jet, giving a profile for a case; you get the point. Still, they knew they had to get it together before the team noticed something.

They were delivering the profile to the law enforcement agency they had a case with. The whole team was standing in front; the local law enforcement was listening to Hotch deliver the profile. She was standing by Rossi to maintain a professional distance, but when she presented her part of the profile, his gaze immediately fell on her, and a small smile appeared on his face.

Once the team provided the profile, they dismantled it, going to review the evidence and clues. “You’re making it harder to maintain professionalism,” she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips.

He wore that smile he always had on his face when he was happy about something; he didn’t meet her gaze, just quietly laughed.