As it's Christmas, there's going to be a plethora of Christmas specials, movies and (gasp) non-stop Christmas music on every channel. So which ones do our favorite profilers like? We're about to find out...

"You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch…you really are a heel…"

"Come on Emily, it's not that bad," Garcia gently chided her friend. "I mean, there's worse things than being stuck at work in the middle of a snowstorm."

"No, it's not that," Emily said. "I love The Grinch. Watch it at this time every year, really."

"No kidding?"

"Bought the DVD two years ago. Damn near wore it out."

"The cartoon version or the live action?"

"There's a live action one?"

"Atta girl." Garcia smiled widely. "Maybe if our boss isn't a Grinch, we can go home early…"

"That or JJ doesn't come 'round with a notice that we're leaving for Panama City or Phoenix or Paducah. I swear, I feel like I could just stay home for once this Christmas and watch the old specials."

Garcia smiled wider. "Maybe we can."

"Huh?"

"Your place. Right after work, and I'll pack a bag. We'll make a weekend of it."

"Of…what?"

"Christmas specials. Christmas movies. Decorating your tree and making cookies and whatnot. I mean, it's the 15th, but so what, right?"

Emily thought about that a minute. Usually her Christmases were spent seeing her parents (when her mom wasn't working), unless of course she was working on a case out of town. And that was only on Christmas Eve and Day.

"Sounds fun. I'll get the guest room ready…but don't you and Kevin have plans?"

"He's stuck working on this big case, some people over on eleven that decided to get 'cute'," the tech said. "All hush-hush and whatnot. He's booked solid until they break it."

"Wow. That sucks."

"Well, at least they're not looking at me, which makes me all sorta warm and fuzzy on the inside."

"There is that."

"So, you go convince the boss-man that we need to take cover from the snow, and I'll make a list. Who knows, we might gain a few new ideas along the way…"

Emily made a beeline for Hotch's office. It was five o'clock, after all. And this was the federal government…