#1 SSA Emily Prentiss

The silence that hung on the graveyard weighed heavy on the people carrying the coffin. Nobody said a word, but knew what the people they loved were thinking. It shouldn't have been her. It wasn't supposed to be her. She wasn't supposed to be death.
Emily had always been one of the purest people they knew. Her smile could brighten up everybody's day and even without talking, she could sense it when somebody was sad. Nobody deserved to die, but she died helping others. That was what everybody would remember. She died for her country. No, she didn't die in war, at least not in the literal meaning of the word. If working on a case was a war, she would have died in war. Doing her best to make sure that the UnSub was caught.
The people carrying the coffin had done the same thing before, when Haley died. Yet, this time was different. Haley wasn't really part of the team, Emily Prentiss was. Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, David Rossi and Aaron Hotchner didn't just carry the loss of a friend on their shoulders, like Penelope Garcia and Jeniffer Jareau did, they also made sure that her body was brought to her grave.

After bringing her to the right place, they stood around the coffin as the preacher started talking. Each one of them was holding a red rose, her favorites. They all prayed this would turn out as a joke, a sick joke. That she hadn't died on the table, but she had. Their beloved Emily would never smile at them again. No, it wasn't fair, but death never was. Nobody that died deserved to. Not even the many UnSubs they had seen.
Death had always been a constant in the lives of the FBI profilers – the BAU – but having to face with it when it takes the life of somebody you know is always a little bit harder to cope with. Tears escaped from Penelope Garcia's eyes, just like they did with everybody else, even Spencer Reid – who wasn't fund on showing his emotions – cried. Derek Morgan took Penelope's hand in his and looked at her with pain in his eyes. The same pain that was visible in everybody else's eyes.
"It's okay, baby girl," he said, his voice sounding like it could break any second. "She's in a better place now."
"I know," Penelope whispered and brought her handkerchief to her eyes. "I'm grateful it's not me over there." Her eyes found Aaron's, who was standing in front of the microphone, ready to start and talk about Emily. "I wouldn't be able to do what he is doing."
"You know Hotch's strong," Spencer whispered. "He's done the same for Haley."
Aaron took a final look at his paper before he started his speech. It felt strange, talking about her death. He had never done this before, at least not for a teammate. He knew this was a heavy burden to carry for everybody in the team. Every single one, but he couldn't take their pain away. Some felt guilt, while others were consumed by the darkness that lingered in each off their minds.
"Emily was a person nobody will forget," he said, tears stinging in his eyes. "She was a person everybody liked to go out with, everybody liked to talk to, everybody trusted. That's why it hurts so much to let her go. She was our own tower of strength we could turn to, whenever we wanted to. Not having her in the team feels wrong. We didn't just lose a team member, we lost a friend. All our new cases will have a bitter edge to it, knowing that we've lost a brilliant mind."