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“Absolutely not.” Her voice was resolute, arms crossed over her chest as you held the microphone out to her. “Oh, come on, Em! Just one song, please!” You whine, batting your lashes and giving the biggest puppy eyes you can manage. Emily glances at the rest of the team, cramped into the karaoke room, each wearing a smug grin as her resolve cracks.
She could never say no to you.
With a resigned sigh, she takes the microphone from you, dragging herself up reluctantly. You grin at her, impressed with your ability to bend her to your whim. “So, what are you forcing me to sing?” she asks, doing her best to calm her nerves. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Garcia with the tablet, a scheming smirk betraying her thoughts as she tapped away, her eyes lighting up when she selected a song.
The familiar tune flowed through the speakers, turning your cheeks pink at the blonde's obvious implications. Emily nods towards the screen to say– you’re up first.
“I, I just woke up from a dream
Where you and I had to say goodbye
And I don't know what it all means
But since I survived, I realized”
For weeks, Garcia and the team had been teasing you about your crush, trying to hint to Emily that you were interested. Constantly going out of their way to put the two of you in a ‘meet-cute’, as Penelope had coined it. Unfortunately, you and Emily had already been dating for the past eleven months, unbeknownst to them. It had become a little joke for you both, watching as they schemed and whispered in corners, trying to figure out how they were going to parent trap you.
Like now.
“
Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow
Nobody’s promised tomorrow
So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night
Like it's the last night”
The familiar words fell from your lips, and you shot Emily a small smile. The older woman couldn’t take her eyes from you, her heart clenching as you sang only for her. Because you were. The moment you had started, the others had been forgotten; only you and Emily were here. By the end of the chorus, she was all-out grinning at you. Her nerves were long gone as she held her mic up, the lyrics on the tip of her tongue.
“Ooh, lost, lost in the words that we scream
I don't even wanna do this anymore
'Cause you already know what you mean to me
And our love's the only war worth fighting for”
The team shared a look, watching the exchange between you. For almost two years, they had watched you dance around each other, both too scared to commit–but tonight was different. “Is it just me, or do they look super in love right now? Like, way more than usual?” Penelope whispered to JJ. The two blondes looked at you quizzically, heads tilting as they analysed the warm smile that filled your face–the pure unfiltered love that poured from your eyes. They turned to Emily, who wore a similar look. A soft smile, the softest they had ever seen on her, replaced her usual frown.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think your plan has actually worked…” JJ said in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape as Emily started the chorus, her fingers gently linking with yours. She tugs you gently until you take a step closer, your arms brushing together.
“I f the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you
If the party was over and our time on Earth was through,
I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile
If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you”
When the two of you finish the final chorus, you barely have time to catch your breath before Emily pulls you in for a kiss. You lean into her body, curling an arm around her waist, smiling against her lips; the team cheering you on from behind. Emily pulls back with a smile, “next to you is the only place I want to be.” Her words make your heart soar and your cheeks flush, “I’ll be next to you for as long as you’ll have me,” you answer.
“Wait one gosh darn minute!” Penelope squeals.
All eyes turn to the blonde, “have you been together all this time?” You hold back a chuckle as she pouts, JJ patting her back as she openly laughs. “Sorry Pen, but if it makes you feel any better, your attempts were very cute.” Emily remarks, her arm slides around your middle and holds you close. “Our favourite was the dinner you conveniently forgot about, at Firenze’s?” You muse, recalling the dinner you’d been set up on only a few months ago.
“So, how long..?” Rossi gestures between you.
“Almost a year now,” Emily answers, her voice filled with pride.
“A YEAR?!” It’s safe to say you never kept anything from Penelope again.