Criminal Minds One-Shots

They Don't Know About Us (Emily x Reader)

"I know, I'm late I'm so sorry." You mumbled trying to get to the empty seat next to Morgan as quickly and quietly as you could not wanting to draw any more attention to your late arrival, your eyes glued to the floor to avoid Hotch's disappointed gaze. You were rarely late but time had slipped away from you the night before, it was almost one in the morning when you realised you were still on the phone and you were in at eight for this case. Even the loss of just those few extra minutes in the morning seemed to have thrown you off your rhyme. All eyes were on you as you sunk down into your chair but you tried your best to avoid it. Instead, you directed your attention to the case, pulling your tablet out from your bag and loading up the file Garcia had forwarded to you.

You risked one glance up at the other members gathered around the table and you met Emily's gaze. The kind smile she gave you immediately put you at ease. She had a way of doing that, always making you feel comfortable no matter the situation. She was the one who had helped you adjust to your job at the BAU and she was there for you ever since. You smiled back before turning your attention to the case in front of you.

"Happens to the best of us Y/N, just don't let it happen again," Hotch said in that understanding yet firm tone he seemed to have perfected. It always made you feel like you were being scolded by your father. "Garcia, go ahead."

"Right! Of course Sir." She seemed to snap into action at that, immediately launching into a rant about the case. You listened carefully to what evidence had been gathered so far, typing up some small notes on your tablet as you did. Luckily this case was working up to be one of your less complicated ones. Not that anything was ever easy in your line of work but the profile and victimology were already starting to become obvious even just with a brief overview. You hoped that meant you would only be away for a couple of days, the team was only supposed to be working a couple of days that week but this case had changed that. Thinking you would be free at the weekend you had made plans for a date that you were not willing to miss. Not that you would ever admit to the others that you had a date this early into a relationship. 

This relationship was a little close to home for the team - and most definitely against protocol - which left you nervous about telling everybody. You were positive they would be accepting but still, with everything being so new a part of you was worried. More than anything you just wanted this all to work out. Before you even realised the briefing was done and everyone was packing up their things.

"Wheels up in 30," Hotch announced before heading out of the room towards his office.

Once you caught up to the fact that it was time to leave you stood up from your seat and began to gather everything, both your personal belongings for the case and your thoughts about this whole situation. It seemed that everyone was ahead of you and had already left to grab their go-bags for the flight but then you felt a hand gently tap on your shoulder. When you turned around you were met with Morgan smiling down at you.

"What's got your head all in a spin sunshine?" He asked with a joking tone but you noticed the way he tilted his head ever so slightly watching carefully for a reaction. Morgan was always a good friend to you and you appreciated his concern. You had both clicked instantly when you joined the BAU and you relentlessly teased each other, always finding new ways to wind each other up. You were sure you drove the rest of the team crazy at times.

"I hate being surrounded by profilers." You laughed, honestly it was impossible to keep a secret in that place without someone finding out. "It's nothing honestly, just a late night and I forgot to set my alarm. I'm lucky I woke up at all."

"Hmm, right okay." Morgan nodded clearly trying to mask the fact that he did not trust your response. He leaned back against the chair next to you folding his arms over his chest before looking up to meet your eyes again, a smirk breaking out across his face. "So is "late-night" his first or last name? A nickname maybe?"