It was your first day working at the bureau and let’s just say it was… anticlimactic. It wasn’t as cool as the movies— there was more paperwork than field work.

Besides, you weren’t qualified to work in the field yet. You were still working a desk job, which was incredibly boring. You were barely even allowed to converse with anyone from the BAU.

You sigh as the elevator opens, stepping past the threshold and standing next to a tall, lanky man. You glance over at the floor numbers. Same floor.

Then, you hear it. His music, through his headphones. You recognize the song.

“I love the Smiths,” you comment, turning to face forward.

He slides off his headphones, turning to you. “Sorry?” he asks politely.

“I said I love the Smiths,” you repeat, gesturing to his headphones. “To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die,” you sing along with a small chuckle.

The man stares back at you, his expression… mixed. Somewhat surprised, and something else…