He was a fool. He knew that. Accepted it. He even knew that nothing good could come of it.
That didn't stop him from being a fool, though.
Emily Prentiss was one hell of a woman. She was gorgeous, intelligent, kind. She cared deeply for the victims, even as she put her game face on, forcing herself to face down the horrors of their job. Her smile was genuine and bright, and it made him feel things that he had no business feeling. Nevermind the fact that she worked with him, that she was considerably younger than him, that she was completely off-limits.
None of it stopped him from falling in love with her.
Tightening his hands on the steering wheel, he continued to drive into the rain, shaking his head. Not only was he a fool, he was a fool who got jealous when she flirted with attractive men her age. He sighed and sped up, not caring where he ended up.
Except that he ended up at her apartment.
In front of her door.
Knocking.
She frowned in confusion when she opened the door and found him standing there, but there was something else in her eyes as well.
"Dave? What are you doing here?"
He looked at her for a long moment before being completely honest. "I don't know.
And that was when she gave him a small smile and held out her hand.
"Why don't we not know together?"
He was moving forward before she'd even begun speaking, and he took her hand, letting her lead him inside.