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"You ever wonder how many other people on your team have slept together and just kept it a secret to avoid all this paperwork" Tara just chuckles at her girlfriends questions, watching Rebecca accidentally get ink on her own face for the a thousandth time as she twirls the pen around in boredom. "There were always rumors about JJ and Emily before- well..before the boys." The women go silent for a second knowing what Tara almost said until Rebecca can't take it anymore "do you think they might revisit that after JJs had time to..." Grieve. Mourn. Recover. Words never spoken in the Lewis/Wilson household since that day. "Nah, I don't think she's really Emilys type anymore." Tara redirects the conversation subtly, something her girlfriend is very grateful for as she laugh softly "yeah well you are."
It's just a throwaway comment but Tara turns to Rebecca with those big brown deer eyes of hers that make Rebecca melt every time, swimming with confusion "wait- what?- you think Emily likes me?? you never said?" Neither of the women were particularly jealous people meaning usually they'd just laugh about something like this so Rebecca not mentioning anything instantly set off alarm bells as Tara watched her girlfriend somehow shrink even smaller than usual as mumble "Oh cmon you've seen Emily" she tries to play it off as light hearted but Tara knows her girlfriend too well and drowns out the faux playfulness as Rebecca continues "I mean she's stunning, especially since she let her natural hair grow in and she's badass!! I just kinda thought if you knew you stood a chance with her..." another unfinished sentence. A motif of the couple. Because they know each other's minds better than they know their own.
"Rebecca, look at me." Both pens go on the table so Tara can take the smaller hands in her own "you are my soulmate. I don't care about any other women. Or anyone else. Not Emily Prentiss. Not that nurse from the hospital. No one. You're the only one for me. Clear?" Rebecca doesn't say a word. Just sits and watches her girlfriend with the utmost love in her eyes before kissing her softly. Their lips meeting in a well rehearsed dance until Rebecca steps on her own toes thanks to her inability to keep her mouth shut as two words are murmured against her lovers lips "marry me-".
"Beccs cmon that's an entirely different set of paperwork we've just finished this one!-" Tara laughed, unsure how else to react so as always just saying the first thing that came to mind. "I'd do paperwork until my fingers bled for you..." Rebecca replies more sincerely than she had intended.
"Drama queen."
"Dork."
"Loser."
"Idiot."
"Fiancée?"
"Fiancée."