"Bye, guys! See you tomorrow," JJ called.

"Bye, Jayje," Prentiss replied. She looked around. No one else was in the BAU. Reid and Morgan had finished their reports quickly, and left soon. Rossi never stayed after they got back; he probably had more important things to accomplish. Garcia had shut down her system, and she had left about 15 minutes ago. Now there was no one left. No one but her and Hotch.

Prentiss didn't really feel like staying late, but her mind was elsewhere. She kept thinking about Carrie. She was worried. Prentiss knew that Carrie could be successful, but she needed to be in the right environment. She knew that she could have taken care of her, but it was probably better that things were the way they were. Still, she felt a little hurt when she thought of how Hotch had snapped at her.

She shook her head to get the thoughts out of her head, and tried to finish her paperwork. She summoned all of the powers of concentration she had, and finished in 20 minutes.

Prentiss sighed. She looked at her watch. 11:11. Make a wish, she thought. I wish that Carrie will thrive in her new 'home,' and that she'll achieve all she can. She looked back at her watch to make sure it was still 11:11. Prentiss wasn't a superstitious person in the slightest. But somehow, making a wish at 11:11 made her feel like she could have some control over her wishes.

She stood up, picked up her report, and walked toward Hotch's office to turn it in. She was a little hesitant to enter; she felt a little awkward talking to him now.

She knocked on his door. "Hotch?"

He looked up, but was silent.

"I, uh, finished my report." She walked to his desk, but didn't look him in the eye. She dropped it, then walked toward the door. "See you tomorrow."

"Prentiss."

She whipped around in fear. "Yeah?"

Hotch rubbed his temples, then looked up at Prentiss. "Prentiss, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I know it upset you. I just didn't want you to get too involved."

"I understand, Hotch. I just… I was just worried about her, that's all."

Hotch gave a small smile and nodded. "Fine."

Prentiss half-smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and turned around. "G'night, Hotch."

"I… uh… I think you'd make a good mother. Someday."

Prentiss whipped around again. "What?"

"You'd be a good mother, Prentiss. You're caring and have good instincts, but can be tough when needed. You'd make a good mother for some lucky children and a lucky husband."

Prentiss was surprised. She could have sworn that she saw Hotch wink, but she thought it was just because she was tired. "Thanks, Hotch."

"Have a good night, Prentiss."

"Same to you, Hotch." She turned to walk out of his office for the third time, but this time, she was smiling. She wanted to be a mother someday, but not until she got her life in order. But Hotch had faith in her. That was the best compliment she had received in a while. She smiled to herself. Hotch had faith in her. She grabbed her jacket, swung it over her shoulders, and walked out of the BAU, all the while thinking, "Hotch has faith in me."