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A/N: SO we're a little late in getting this up to be finished by Valentines, but we hope you like it anyways. :)

Part 1

Aaron Hotchner was scrambling for ideas. He had three days to try to convince the woman he knew he had feelings for to go out with him. He had decided over a month ago not to let his divorce ruin his life, or another Valentines day, but the Job had gotten in the way of his plans--yet again--and now it was February 11th and he was no closer to reaching his goal.

Trying to think of how to convince her that he wanted to be with her, he got an idea when a pop up window for a flower company interrupted checking his e-mail. Her favorite flowers are lilies. He mused to himself.

The problem with JJ wasn't a problem, really. He had spent years with Hailey where he had attempted to do something romantic, only to have his effort not meet her expectations. JJ, however, was a complete realist--any action made by another person was greatly appreciated, though rarely noticed as a romantic gesture.

A knock on his office door startled him, though he'd never admit it, "Come in."

"Hey Hotch, here is my report from the San Diego case." JJ smiled, handing over the file. Noticing the website on his laptop, JJ asked, "So who are you sending flowers to this close to Valentines day?"

"I'm sorry?" Is she reading my thoughts? There's no way she could know I was thinking of sending flowers.

"There's a florists website up on you computer screen." JJ informed, "But it's none of my business, see you later."

JJ walked quickly out the door, fighting the odd wish that he were sending flowers to her. What would I even do with a bunch of dead flowers anyway? I'd totally rather have live ones. She thought to herself, but knowing my luck, I'd probably kill them.

Hours later, she was shocked to have a small potted lily delivered to her office with a note. With all the death we see every day, I thought I'd give you something that is as alive as the way you make me feel.

Smiling softly to herself, she couldn't help but be grateful for the plant that would now liven up her drab office. Sitting the small plant next to her name plate--so she could see it from anywhere in her small office--JJ picked up her ringing phone. "Agent Jareau."

"Agent Jareau this is Stephanie from Mansfield's Bakery in Fredricksburg. I'm at the gate to the address you requested your order of our Chocolate Turtles be delivered, but the guard needs your approval before he will let me in."

"Oh! I'm sorry! Just tell him that JJ says it's okay." JJ answered apologetically.

"Okay, thank you ma'am. Have a nice afternoon." Stephanie said, hanging up.

"JJ, I don't know how you can eat so much chocolate." Hotch observed as an obviously pregnant JJ downed a box of Chocolate Turtles.

"You would too if you'd just try them." JJ retorted.

"I'd feel bad eating your chocolate...it's like taking candy from a baby." Hotch smiled.

"Oh, just try it." JJ said pushing the box of chocolates towards him.

Hotch slowly took one chocolate from the box. He had eaten chocolate before--after all, hasn't everybody--but he was ill prepared for the way the turtles melted in his mouth.

Noticing the way his eyes closed as he chewed the small piece of caramel and chocolate candy, JJ smiled smugly, "See? I told you, they're amazing."

"More than amazing." Hotch agreed.

"Now you know better than to make fun of me." JJ teased.

"Just give me another chocolate." Hotch stated in mock sternness.

Grabbing a stack of consults that she'd been compiling for each member of the team, JJ made her way into the bullpen just in time to see the bakery delivery girl be escorted into Hotch's office.

"So anybody know who sent Hotch chocolates from what has to be the best chocolatier in DC?" Emily asked taking her stack from JJ as they watched the young delivery girl head out of Hotch's office and back towards the elevators, escorted by Anderson.

"Maybe he's dating someone?" JJ guessed, although she knew exactly who sent Hotch the chocolates, "I noticed he had a florists website up on his laptop when I dropped off my report from the last case this morning."

"My man has a girlfriend? Finally." Morgan commented, a sly grin on his face, "The hermit workaholic lifestyle just wasn't working for him anymore."

"Morgan his wife left him." Reid pointed out, "I think he had some right to be depressed."

"Hailey left three years ago man, it's time to move on." Morgan answered as the watched Hotch exit his office in search of coffee, "And by the looks of that smile on his face he already has."

JJ smiled at the thought that her anonymous gift could brighten the Unit Chief's day. She always loved it when Hotch smiled, the slight dimples would just barely make their presence known on his cheeks in an adorable way. "I'll see you guys later."

"Bye Jayje." Emily called as her friend left the bullpen and retreated back to her own office.

Rossi knocked softly on his friend's office door, file in hand. He hated the stupid new rules that said that Hotch had to sign off on everything--Rossi had practically started the BAU, yet needed the younger man's signature.

Entering the room, he noticed his friend working with a large box of chocolates on his desk as he reviewed another file.

"Those look good." Rossi commented, "If their from Mansfield's Bakery, then they are probably the best chocolates in Virginia."

"They are."

"So, who sent them?" Rossi asked curiously. As much as he hoped that the younger man was dating, he had always seen the attraction between the Communications Coordinator and the Unit Chief. If Hotch was dating someone else, he and the team would have to find someone for JJ.

"I don't know." Hotch admitted, taking another chocolate out of the box.

"Well did they come with a note?" Rossi asked, laying his file on Hotch's desk for him to sign.

"No, just the chocolates."

"Well whoever she is, she's got good taste." Rossi mused, meaning both the candy and his friend , "I'll come back for the file later."

"Hey Mama Profiler!" Garcia said happily as she bounced into JJ's office at the end of the day. "Ooh pretty flowers! Who are they from?"

"I actually don't know." JJ admitted, "They only came with this note."

"With all the death we see every day, I thought I'd give you something that is as alive as the way you make me feel." Garcia read, "Jayje, don't take this the wrong way, but these could be from a creepy stalker or something."

"What kind of stalker sends potted plants? Besides I haven't received any other gifts, if I do I'll tell Hotch--I promise." JJ informed.

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise." JJ nodded, linking her pinky finger with Garcia's to solidify their agreement.

Garcia tried to hide the real reason she wanted the blonde to tell the Boss about this guy. She wanted to add pressure to Hotch to make a move. Maybe if he thought that JJ had a secret admirer, he'd finally confess his feelings for the liaison. There was nothing like a little competition to be a catalyst in the issues of the heart. She wasn't about to let some anonymous man swoop in from under the unit chief and steal JJ from him. She couldn't let it happen. Hotch and JJ were meant to be together, she was sure of it