Garcia could not believe it. As she walked to her office to gather the last of her things for the night, she shook her head in utter disbelief.
"I must be dreaming! My Em. Alive!" she said.
She opened the door to her office and turned on the light.
"Now just to turn you babies off and get my coat," she said of her computers.
As she went to turn off the monitors that lined the wall above her desk, a glint caught the corner of her eye. There on the corner of her desk sat a box covered in bright shiny pink paper. The box, approximately 6 inches tall and 3 inches in depth, sat there in the corner, almost as if put there by the owner of the desk as an after thought.
"Now where did you come from?" Garcia speculated, for she was not the one to have placed such a beautiful box in the corner.
As she reached for the small card attached the box she thought, "Aww Kev, what's this for?"
Upon seeing the front of the card, Garcia's face turned to surprise. On the front of the card was the beautiful scrawl of none other than Emily Prentiss.
It read simply, "PG."
Garcia smiled at the nickname Emily had given her. She opened the card and read,
"You accidentally left this is Boston and I thought you might like it back. Thanks for helping to bring me home. Love, Em."
Garcia's face softened as she gulped and gently opened the box.
Gasping, she pulled out a multicolored, bedazzled flashlight.