Emily and the bau team have found themselves staying in a drab town called Mystic Falls. Their case was on the border of Mystic Falls and Covington. Thankfully, they had found a motel in Mystic Falls to stay for a few days.

Over the course of the case, Emily found the small town she was in weird. They had more animal attacks then she’d ever heard about- it was statistically incorrect. That's what Reid told her, anyways. It puzzled her. She decided not to pry. She had more important things to attend to, anyhow.

After a hard day, she steps into Mystic Grill. Morgan had instructed her to live in the moment, talking about 'the need for social interaction' to figure out the last bits of the case. Emily reckoned it wouldn't work, yet there she was. She relishes in the quiet of the small town.

Emily shakes her head, sipping on her water. She didn’t drink on cases. She found he was more efficient with a totally sober system. Mainly because the last time she drank on a case, she had a headache for a week.

Her eyes glance beside herself to you, putting her drink down. You order yourself a drink, flashing the bartender a pretty smile. She thinks about who you could be. Her mind offers up an imaginative tale about your life and she shakes it off. She averts her gaze, glancing in the direction of the dance floor.

After a moment you grab the drink accidentally bumping into Emily. She opens her mouth to ask if you’re alright but stops.

You stand frozen. Your gaze is trapped on the contact you share, a look of horror draining the color from your cheeks. You looked like you’d just seen something horrid.

“Are.. are you alright?” She asks softly, her tone fully concerned as her eyes scan your body language. A form of anxiety bubbled in her abdomen, her mouth dropping open slightly.