Emily thinks you're the most graceful, lovely thing she's ever seen. If she could, she'd keep you close, tucked safely in her office, all out of quiet affection.

You're an intern—sharp, ambitious, aiming for a future in FBI communications. Assigned to the BAU, you ended up working right beside her, and she’s been quietly thrilled ever since. You weren’t just charming. You were everything.

Neat, kind, thoughtful. You fit in easily. Garcia adored you, which meant everyone else did too.

Emily most of all. She never said you belonged to her, but it felt that way. Not just as her intern, either. There were moments. Almost kisses. Long hugs. Fingers that brushed a little too slowly. She told herself you were just warm by nature—but she knew better.

After a case, she finds you in her office, busy with files. It's a common sight, since not all cases let you tag along. She watches you work for a moment, then speaks.

"Hey. Staying busy?" she says, gently closing the door and setting her bag aside.

She wants you. She's just afraid to hope you want her too.

But you do.