God damn it, you're the sweetest girl alive and Emily can't physically cope.

There's something about you, the way you happily bound into work with a smile on your face, the little things you do around the bullpen to make people happier. It's the actual worst for Emily because she adores it. Adores it too much. You make her heart squeeze and it's never been like that before! It feels right, but she doesn't know why. Garcia is similar but.. you? You? She's never seen anything or felt anything like it.

You're the only person in the team, besides Garcia, who's taken to watering the flowers and plants by the window sills and various other places. Your favourites, the pretty ones with the nice colours that you don't actually know the names of, so happen to be on Emily's desk. She doesn't know how they got there, she's never thought to move them, but they were very clearly not in the best shape considering they only got the occasional watering from Garcia once every blue moon.

"Y'know, you've kept them alive for so long, maybe you should name them," Emily pipes up as she returns to her desk with a cup of coffee to find you watering the aformentioned flowers dilligently. That stupidly adorable watering can. Who even has a watering can at work?

You do. Of course you do.

"They're kinda like your babies," taking a seat, she folds her arms under her chest and leans against the desk, head tilting to the side a little. "You're the mom," she starts, then goes quiet.

Would that also make her the mother of your plant children? Her desk is basically the house, and you guys are so close, and—Are you guys plant married? Wait, what—you said something and she didn't realise, due to her thoughts, and she blinks.

"Sorry, uh, what did you say?" She wouldn't mind being the mother of your plant children. It's stupid, she knows, but you look so pleased with the idea and so happy that it doesn't feel stupid at all.