December 7th: Bonfire - 100 words - The weather out here is frightful. Character needs a bonfire for an important plot point.
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Rossi's idea: a bonfire to thaw the icy memory of the room they'd almost died in. Emily's team surrounds her as the fire pops and crackles and brings them to life. She feels drunk, ridiculous, loved, alive, alive, alive.
"I'm alive," she tells someone, she thinks maybe Reid. He laughs.
"I'm alive," she tells someone else, whirling and dancing with them, and there's beer on her shirt.
"We're alive," she tells another, and, because she's alive and warm and loved, kisses that someone. That someone kisses back.
"Damn right we are," says JJ, and they chase the cold away together.