Disclaimer: I don't and will never pretend to own Criminal Minds.

Dear Hotch,

How are you? I miss you, y'know?

I'm moving in to my new house today. Morgan's going to help me; Sergio doesn't do anything. He's such a lazy cat.

It's been awhile since you've seen all of us, so I thought maybe you'd like to know how we've been doing. Rossi permanently retired a few months back, and no one knows where he is. JJ and Will finally got married. It wasn't a big affair, but it was nice and sweet. Reid refuses to go out with anyone, so he's still living alone. I think Morgan's seeing somebody, but he refuses to admit it. Garcia and Kevin are still together, and Garcia's still waiting for him to give her a ring.

Morgan will be here any minute now, so I'm going to stop writing. See you, Hotch.

"Morgan! Mind giving me a little help here?"

"I'm coming, Prentiss." Emily watched as Morgan dragged one of her large mahogany chairs through the open doorway, already looking slightly exhausted. She couldn't suppress a smile.

"Can't handle a chair, Morgan?" she asked.

"Not when there's five more of them and a big fat table." He set the chair next to one of the windows and headed back outside to the moving van. "Are you going to do anything?"

"Yeah." She slowly slipped the sheet of paper into her desk drawer and put away her pen. "Just had to finish writing this letter."

As she joined Morgan outside, he asked her, "So, who were you writing to?"

Emily blushed slightly. "Oh, someone."

"You dating someone?" Morgan asked, slightly amused. "You found someone you love?"

"Sort of, yes. Are you helping me move these chairs or not?"

Grabbing a chair, Morgan said, "You're changing the subject. Smart move." He smiled. "I know what you're up to. You've found a guy, and you won't let me know who he is."

She paused, then shook her head. "This is the problem with working with profilers."

"We're too smart for each other?"

Emily glared at him. "No, you idiot. The problem is we're all too nosy for each other's good. I don't need you poking around inside my head, Morgan." She took two of her chairs and strode back into the house.

Morgan chuckled slightly. He sensed that she was writing to a man. And he was going to find out who that man was.

They spent the next few hours unloading the moving van. It took a while. Emily was very particular about where she wanted everything and Sergio, her cat, kept sneaking around their ankles as they attempted to place the furniture in position, hindering the operation. Morgan was tempted to psychologically profile Emily by examining her furniture and décor, but restrained himself from doing so. There was an unspoken rule about not profiling team members.

Finally, everything was unloaded. Emily thanked Morgan with dinner and desert, and around nine o'clock PM he left. She was alone in her new house.

Emily returned to her desk and drew out the sheet of paper. She was a little nervous; Morgan had almost discovered who she was writing to, and she couldn't let that happen.

Things have been weird since you left, Hotch. I don't think our team's ever been the same. I wish you'd come back, but I know you won't. You're Hotch. When you do things, you do them with deliberately. You make your decision. And you can never, never turn back. I'm going to go now, Hotch. Goodbye for now.

-Emily