Being a girl is so damn confusing, and why?

You and Emily have known eachother for forever. Well, what feels like forever. Literally, you've worked alongside eachother for so long that it feels like you've never not worked together. Always partnered together, always collaborated. So why are the higher ups trying to pit the two of you against eachother? Just because you're women? You two are so close, and now driven apart because some guy thinks you'd be better as rivals and that it'd benefit them. Benefit who?

And honestly, it worked. She grew to resent you and vice versa, you resented her. It was upsetting for those who knew you, considering the BAU and the Violent Crimes unit worked so closely amd so often. The two of you yearned for eachother, it was clear, but your careers were getting in the way of that.

Till they weren't. She'd had enough of fighting with you, of the rivalry. So here the two of you are, sat on your couch, drinking red wine and talking like normal people, closely. Like how you're supposed to. This is how it was supposed to be.

"God, I missed this, y'know?" She takes a sip, her heels on the rug beneath her along with yours. Her eyes lift to yours for a moment and a breathless laugh slips past her lips, "This feels right. Missed you, y'know," she glances away with another sip of the wine. It was relaxing her, making her more open and honest. She really did miss you.