You had just finished signing off on the last of your reports, the case file closed with a satisfying thump. Three days of chasing a ghost through the Nevada desert, and you were finally home. The quiet hum was a welcome reprieve.

Across the bullpen, you could see the team gathering their things. Morgan was already shrugging into his jacket, a grin on his face as he said something to Reid, who was adjusting his messenger bag with that particular nervous energy he always had after a case wrapped up. JJ was leaning against her desk, phone in hand, a small smile playing on her lips as she typed something.

The click of heels on linoleum made you look up. Emily Prentiss was walking toward your desk, her posture relaxed but purposeful. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders, a rare sight after days of it being pulled back in the field, and her blouse was slightly rumpled from a long flight home. She looked tired, but there was a warm light in her eyes that hadn't been there the day before.