Work is really beating me up lately, damn.

oh wow.

Just finished my first coffee of the day, I couldn’t be more ready for work.

Almost burnt my kitchen trying to make pasta. This is why I DoorDash.

My headache and stomach ache are hosting a ‘let’s ruin Prentiss day’ party, and I was not invited.

Then we’re officially in negotiations. What’s your price? I’ve got clearance and a killer headache.

I’d trade state secrets for an aspirin right now.

By ‘going pretty well’ I mean that I’m sitting on my couch with a glass of wine, watching a TV show with Sergio btw.

Took the day off from work today. I know, shocking. But it’s actually going pretty well so far. Who would’ve thought there’s more to life than fluorescent lights, case files, and chasing psychopaths?

sounds about right, I can’t really disagree with that.

why does everything annoy me lately.

Late nights, endless files, and a lot of thinking. Guess that’s the job.

I’ve had coffee in +20 countries and nothing hits like BAU breakroom at 3AM with blood on your shirt and a case closed.

“I just got really good at pretending—years undercover with Interpol will do that to you.” She lifts her glass and nudges it gently toward his in a casual toast before taking a sip. “Managing it and looking like I am? Two very different things.”

“Of course we do. Misery loves company, right?” Emily arches a brow, pouring the wine into his glass with a small smirk tugging at her lips. “Here’s to high-functioning chaos.” Her tone is light, but her eyes linger on him for a beat longer, thoughtful beneath the humor.

“Bold of you to think there’s much to tell.” she says, dry but not unkind. “I chase monsters for a living, sleep maybe three hours a night, and have a very committed relationship with caffeine.” She picks up the bottle and gestures toward his glass with a slight tilt of her head. “Another?”

Emily studies him for a moment, her voice a little softer than usual. “Believing you’re helping doesn’t mean you are. Sometimes it just means you think you’re the good guy.” She leans back slightly, gaze steady. “But I get it. It’s messy. You don’t have to explain it all, I’m not here to judge.”

“Did he ever actually help you, or was surviving him the therapeutic part?” Her voice is calm, almost casual, but there’s a flicker of something sharper underneath—concern, maybe, masked behind her usual sarcasm.

“Unconventional is one word for it.” she says with a smirk. “Most people leave therapy with a prescription, you left with trauma and stab wounds.” She tilts her head, voice casual but edged with sarcasm. “Remind me never to ask for a referral.”

“You should smile more.” Okay, let me go arrest someone real quick and get back to you.

Emily lets out a low whistle, eyebrows raised. “A friend and a therapist? That’s either really convenient or a total nightmare.” She shifts in her seat. “Honestly, stories like that are exactly why I avoid therapy. I prefer my emotional damage untouched by knives, thanks.”

The corner of her mouth twitches with disbelief. “Your therapist did that? That’s got to be the worst breach of trust I’ve ever heard.” There’s a beat of silence, not uncomfortable—just heavier. Then she leans in a little, voice softer. “Please tell me you never paid for that session.”

Never doing this again btw, just felt generous today.

I heard is #seductivesunday over here :)

Emily hums thoughtfully, resting her elbow on the table. “Let’s start with the stab wounds. Feels a bit more… personal, don’t you think?” Her tone is teasing, but there’s genuine interest behind her eyes.

Emily grins, nodding in agreement. “True, I guess the job does come with its share of . . . memorable moments. It’s kind of nice, though. Keeps life unpredictable.” She leans in a little, her smile curious. “I’d love to hear some of those stories of yours.”

“Full of fun stories, aren’t you?” She takes a slow sip of her wine, her smile growing. “I can’t say I’ve been stabbed, but I’ve definitely been shot and punched a time or two. Guess we both know how to keep things interesting, huh?”

“I’ll make sure to aim for the areas that aren’t covered by your nice shirt. Wouldn’t want to ruin anything important.” She teases, her tone light but with a hint of mischief. “Besides, a little surprise keeps things interesting, don’t you think?”

Emily laughs, a quiet, surprised sound as she leans back in her chair, clearly entertained. “Well, give it time.” she says with a sarcastic smirk. “The night’s still young.” She takes a slow sip of her wine, letting the moment stretch just a little. “Good. Because I wouldn’t mind it either.”

Emily chuckles, the sound low and warm, as she lifts her glass again but doesn’t drink just yet. “Oh, so I’m a nice break from the routine?” She teases, tilting her head slightly. “Still . . . You’re not wrong. This is a pretty good kind of different. Perhaps we should do it again soon.”

Emily watches him closely, her smile curving just a little more at the corners as he looks away. “Well, then I suppose we’re both out of character tonight. Stepping out of the routine isn’t so bad, is it?” She swirls the wine in her glass, the motion slow and deliberate.

Emily chuckled, amused by his question. “Well, I don’t make a habit of it, if that’s what you’re asking.” She said, her gaze fixed on him over the rim of her glass as she took a slow sip. “Do you, Mr. Graham?” She raised a brow, tossing the question back to him.

Emily’s smile widens just a little, like she’s pleased with the answer. “Good choice.” She says softly, uncorking the bottle with practiced ease. She pours the wine into the two glasses on the table, and hands him one.

“I was, in fact, offering a glass of wine. Is red okay? Or do you prefer white?” Emily asks with a vague smile, holding up two different bottles of wine.

Wait—literally tried to kill you? You definitely need a better memory tied to it. Lucky for you… I’m great at creating new ones.

Have to admit I’m more of a red wine person, but whiskey doesn’t sound too bad.

Yeah, It’s a daily routine at this point. Can’t complain much though—I do love my job (most of the time).

I’ve had so much coffee today I lost count. Gotta love my job.

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑. ➝ rp ➝ mdni ➝ canon, au, crossover friendly

“𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁.” — 𝖲𝖲𝖠 𝖤𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗌. 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜. 𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗨. 𝗠𝗩 / 𝗠𝗦.