Author's Note: So...this is a collection of somewhat unrelated drabbles pertaining to each team member; in fact, each installation is less than 500 words long. Reeeaaaaally short. But anyway, I'm writing each chapter in the order that the cast appears in the beginning credits (Dave, Emily, Morgan, Reid, JJ, Garcia, and Hotch). Each chapter is kind of random; most of the dialogue contains unchained, random thoughts that are flowing through their heads. I wanted it to be a glimpse into the minds of the legendary profilers. I tried to keep it as in-character as possible, so...let's see how I did. (: Please tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the rights to Criminal Minds.

David Rossi loved his job.

And his friends, both of which made him come out of retirement and go back to the BAU.

However, he was getting old, if his salt and pepper -but mostly pepper- hair was any indication. And his age was effecting his capability of being an FBI agent. Each time he kicked down a door, his back would begin to ache. He was getting tired more easily.

Leaning back in his chair, he gave it a thought. He could always retire again. Due to his several bestselling books, he had more than enough money to live a luxurious life.

But where would he go? What would he do?

The thought of never seeing his co-workers again chilled him, and he realized that it was the fear of loneliness that caused him to shake. Sure, he lived alone; three failed marriages had taken care of that. Love lives and friendly relationships were twp very different things, though.

Could that really be the answer? Could the key to enjoying life lie in the arms of a soul mate? It very well could.

But where would he find the love of his life?

He glanced at the three beautiful women conversing quietly beside him. Emily Prentiss, with her alluring smiles and never-ending mysteries. Penelope Garcia, with her brightness and energy. Jennifer Jareau, with her enchanting grey-blue eyes and tender demeanor.

Could one of them be the one? Was it possible?

JJ looked at him and gave him a sweet smile, which he returned before immediately turning away. No, he had promised to never lock lips with another of his female colleagues. Emily spared him a glance, her dark eyes sparkling.

No matter how tempting it was.

If love wasn't the answer, then what was?

Success? Of course, success made a man happy, but it led to other things, too. Jealousy, hatred…ugly emotions.

Friends? Maybe. One could never have enough friends, but in the end, it's only the true ones who count.

Was it money? No. From millions of dollars spawned greed. And greed was never good.

Or…was it occupation?

Contemplating the thought, he realized that it was. After all, why would you do something you disliked?

He loved the BAU. Loved being a profiler. Being skilled in the art and science of understanding human behavior was a quality that never failed to make him feel accomplished and special. Besides, a job could lead to plenty of other things, as well; success, friends, money, and…

He discreetly glanced at JJ, who was idly twirling a strand of blonde hair between her long fingers.

Maybe even love.

Sighing, he got up from his chair and walked to Hotch's office, wanting to talk to a friend. Scanning the spacious bullpen, he smiled slightly.

To him, it was home.

Knocking lightly on his friend's door, he knew that deep inside, he would never retire again.

He would stay an FBI agent until the day he died.