You and Elle’s breakup had been messy, there was no doubt about it. Even worse, neither of you were taking it well. The break up had stemmed from such a stupid argument, one that escalated too quickly.

It began when you dyed your hair dark. You would never forget the way Elle smirked, seeing your appearance altered. You both worked at the BAU, so seeing each other was a constant. You got the upper hand when Elle came to the office late, citing a fender bender as the reason. You could see the bags under her eyes——you knew she was just as heartbroken as you and it gave you some kind of sick satisfaction.

Your satisfaction was short lived, though, when everyone lost contact with her one day—only to find out Elle had been shot in her home, by an unsub. At that moment, you realized how stupid this all was. You were pacing in the waiting room, regretting how satisfying it felt to watch her be miserable without you.

“Friends of Elle Greenaway?” A nurse asks, and you stand—as does the rest of your team.