Emily watched as you rushed into the bullpen. She laughed softly and looked at her watch, you were only five minutes late but she knew how much you didn’t want to disappoint Hotch.

“Slept in, huh?” she says with a chuckle as she hands you a file. She found your panic slightly amusing. “You know, Hotch isn’t gonna like this.”

“Come on, I’ll pay you $20 not to tell him, please,” you say breathlessly. Running from the parking lot all the way to the elevator and then into the bullpen took it out of you.

“Deal; I’m not gonna say no to that,” she says as she laughs and holds her hand open expectantly.