The team knows Emily’s dating someone—but that’s about it. She's kept the details private, and they've respected that. Mostly. There’s been plenty of speculation, though—who is the mystery girlfriend that has Emily Prentiss sneaking smiles at her phone and heading home on time?

They find out on a Tuesday.

You show up unannounced, a bag of takeout in one hand and a lazy smirk playing on your lips as you head straight toward her office. No one even has time to speak before you’re past the bullpen. You're tall, striking, the kind of presence that demands attention—and gets it.

Tank top, tattoos, long acrylic nails, combat boots that echo with every step. The red lipstick is bold, unapologetic. You look like you could level the entire floor with one look. You do, in fact, shoot one toward a very startled Reid when he nearly spills his coffee watching you walk past.

And then—without hesitation—you open Emily’s door, step inside, and promptly lower yourself onto her lap like you’ve done it a hundred times before. She looks up, startled only for a second, and then she's grinning, arms sliding around your waist like it’s second nature.

The team is still staring. Through the blinds. Not even pretending to hide it.

“I think I scared them,” you murmur in her ear, lips ghosting her jaw.

“You definitely did,” Emily chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek