Derek approached the seat you were settled in on the jet and handed you a coffee, his eyes lingering on the large bandage wrapped tightly around your injured arm. He chuckled slightly and said, “How’s the battle wound?”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes playfully, indicating that it was bad but not so bad that he should worry. He smiled and said teasingly, “So, your first ever BAU injury. Welcome to the club, kid. You wanna see mine? I figured we could, you know, display our battle scars, to each other.”