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You always make food for the team.
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You don't know when it began, but you always brought food for the others.


At first you just brought muffins or little sweets, but after some time you gave them sandwiches or wholes meals.


And they love it.


They love your food, even more than Rossi's pasta.


You found it amusing but you loved it. Cooking and baking calmed you down, so whenever a case ended, you brought food for them the next day.


It became a routine that you all eat in the conference room.


You were a bit late and they all waited for you.


You were rushing in and smiled, "Hey everyone, sorry I'm a little late."


"It's okay. Not like we were starving." Derek laughs and you chuckle.


"So I hadn't much time, so I made you all sandwiches." you say and take them out.


On the packages are the names of everyone and when there are only two left, Rossi and Hotch take them.


What they didn't know was, that the names said Mom and Dad.


It is silent and everyone looks at the two.


They look at eachother and Rossi takes the Mom one and Hotch the Dad one.


You all laugh and Hotch gives you a look.


"Very funny, Y/L/N." he says stern but a smile creeps onto his face.


"My god, I don't know how you do it, but these are the best." Emily compliments you and you giggle.


"Thank you." you say to her.


You loved cooking for them.


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