The brunette's eyes shined as the sunlight poured down on the walkway in front of her. Her hand was clutching the book that her father had bought her for her last birthday, her curly hair bouncing as she walked with her bag hanging from her shoulder.

She only had a short amount of time for her lunch break, and she knew if she hadn't gotten to her usual park bench in time that someone else would easily steal it from her.

The bench was set directly across from a pond that, every day, had birds landing on the clear blue water, and ducks fishing for their next meal with their bills dipping in every two seconds. It had just the right amount of shade from the willow tree that sat to the left of the bench, and underneath where her feet would be placed when she sat was a nice, paved walkway.

The brunette felt herself smiling as the sun began to heat her hair, her skirt hugging the front of her thighs from the breeze as her eyes found her special spot. With no one there.

Just as her bottom touched the warm bench, her bag being set on the ground, a dark haired figure made its way to the bench. Their hip crashed into the brunette's as they sat down, and her eyes immediately darkened. "I'm sorry, but did you not see me here? I shouldn't be that invisible."

The woman turned her head, and the brunette's eyes widened once thy laid themselves on the person before her.

Her hair was softly curled and put up in a ponytail, her boots just below the ankles of her washed down skinny jeans, a slimming jacket covering a dark purple shirt that gave off the reflection of the sun.

"Miss, I'm so sorry. I didn't even notice you were here."

The brunette shook her head, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she felt her alabaster cheeks redden. "No, I'm sorry for being so rude about it."

The younger woman gave a smile before sticking out a hand. "My name's Beth."

"I'm Emily."

Beth's eyes trailed down the older woman's body as their hands stayed shaking, taking in her dark skirt and crisp white blouse flowing just underneath her blazer. The brunette's hair was down past her shoulders, curled and flowing as the breeze tried to blow it back. "Hi." She shook her head after letting go of the older woman's hand. "If you want me to leave, I ca-"

"No, no!" Emily shook her head before letting out a smile, her left hand still clutching the spine of her book. "I don't mind if you sit here."

"Thank you." The younger woman let out a breath. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too."

Beth smiled to the older woman before giving a nod of her head, her eyes looking to the book in the brunette's lap. "What's that?"

Emily felt herself smile. "A book."

The younger woman let out a laugh before nodding her head. "Yes, that I knew."

Emily looked down to the book in her lap before smiling to herself. "It's called Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut." Her eyes found the younger woman's, her fingers trailing across the book's cover. "My father got it for my last birthday."

Beth's eyes widened as she looked to the book in the brunette's lap. "He got a book by Kurt Vonnegut for a twenty-five year old? Well I never…"

The older woman's eyes closed tight as she let out a laugh, her head shaking before she looked back up to the smiling brunette beside her. "Thank you very much for that, Beth." She smiled when the younger woman's fingers tapped along her jean clad knee. "So what do you do?"

"I'm a hairstylist."

Emily let her eyes widen. "Really? That sounds like a lot of fun."

Beth gave a laugh, smiling towards the older woman before leaning back into the bench. "I bet yours is a lot more fun. What do you do?"

"I work in the FBI."

Beth's mouth immediately dropped before leaning towards the other woman, smiling when she saw Emily's eyes widen. "No way!"

Emily let out a laugh before shaking her head, watching as Beth covered her open mouth. "Yeah way. I work for the BAU."

The brunette smiled before moving closer to the older woman, a glint in her eye as she held her hand out to her new friend. "I know I'm gonna sound like a total fangirl or whatever you call them, but do you carry a gun?"

Emily's eyes smiled towards the younger woman before leaning forward, putting her soft lips to the brunette's ear. "Yes."

Beth let out a squeal as she backed up, looking at the smile on Emily's face. "That sounds so amazing!"

"It's not that big of a deal." She smiled. "I have a badge and a gun, but I have to investigate murders and take down killers."

The younger woman's shoulders slacked before shaking her head. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Emily shrugged, leaning back into the bench. "It's not always the best. Especially when we don't get the guy in time."

Beth watched the older woman demeanor change slightly, and she quickly shook her head. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your break from work." She stood before smiling apologetically towards the brunette, seeing her eyes widen slightly in surprise. "I'll just leave you alone."

Emily bit her lip as she watched the brunette try to back away. "You didn't do anything, really." She gave a small smile. "But if you do need to leave, that's ok."

Beth's eyes softened before shaking her head, her heels digging into the ground beneath her feet. "I do actually have an appointment across town." She gave a shrug. "I am sorry, though. I didn't mean t-"

"Beth, stop it." The older woman smiled as she picked her bag up from the ground. "It's really ok."

The brunette smiled wide before shaking her head, taking a card out from her back pocket and laying it in the older woman's hand. "Well if you change your mind and actually do blame me for ruining your lunch," she laughed along with Emily, "you can use that to call me. My cell and home phone numbers."

Emily looked down to the card between her fingertips before slowly laying it atop the book in her lap, her eyes shining up to the young woman. "I'll be sure to do that."