She sighs, because she's another year older today, and no one seems to have noticed but her. The day's over, and she is the only one left at the precinct, or so she thinks, because John is suddenly behind her a moment later, his lanky arms wrapped tight around her torso, and his face breathing in the scent of her hair.

"Happy birthday, Olivia." He murmurs, before letting go and moving to face her, grasping her hands.

"Thank you John, I thought you forgot." She kisses him, but he pulls away in mock offence,

"Me? Forget your birthday? Never." He pulls her close and asks casually, suddenly,

"So, how old are you now?"

She gives him a look.

"I know, I know, it's rude to ask and all that, but let me guess - you're 35?"

Olivia swats him gently on the shoulder, grinning.

"That's sweet, really John, but stop kidding me! I'm 39 and you know it."

"Wow"

"Excuse me?"

"No I mean you don't look it! - and it's just - wow. I kinda feel like less of a creepy old guy now..."

She can hardly stop laughing for awhile, but when she does she makes sure to hug him tightly, and tenderly kiss him on the cheek.

"Your not that old, hon." He forms the beginnings of a smile, but just for fun, she decides to ruin it,

"Don't worry though," she teases, "you're still kinda creepy."

He gives her a look over his glasses that's so classically him, and it puts her in an even better mood than before.

"Love you too Liv, jeez."