Emily Prentiss walked into the bullpen of the BFI Behavioural Analysis Unit and shrugged her thick coat off, putting it on the stand and basically dumping her bag under her desk. The brunette beauty was so cold this morning that she had told herself 'screw it' and had worn her comfiest black slacks with neat flats, a blood-red V-neck long sleeve top and a blue knitted jumper. A multi-colour scarf had been wrapped around her neck until she walked inside.

"Morning, guys," she said, as she sunk into her desk chair and pulled her knees up close, as she started on come paperwork.

"Morning," muttered Reid, pulling his zip-up jacket tighter around himself.

"Hey, Prentiss," said Morgan, still in a t-shirt.

"When are they going to fix the heating? It's freezing. Aren't you cold?"she asked him.

"No," he said, looking at her more closely. "Hey, Em. Ain't that JJ's shirt?"

Emily looked at his with her mouth open and the person in question walked in at that time, telling them to come into the round table room. "What? No," was all that came out of her mouth as they walked to the conference room. She decided to have a little fun with Morgan and in the last few nights, JJ and Emily had sat in Emily's apartment in front of the fire watching the snow thinking about when to tell the team about them.

As the group of people sauntered into the room, Hotch still busy talking to Chief Strauss, Emily started a conversation, "Hey Jay, Morgan here, thinks that this is your shirt," pulling on the blood-red top.

"No, that's definitely yours Em," she replied, catching the wink her lover sent her way.

"But, you were wearing it the other day," said Moran, looking between the two of them.

JJ walked up behind Emily, who had taken a seat at the table, and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "I don't think that it's clicked up, hun."

"No, I don't think it has," replied Emily.

"Okay, I give up. Whose is it?" he asked.

"It is mine-," started Emily.

"I was just borrowing it," finished JJ.

"Huh?" Morgan made a noise.

"It still hasn't clicked," they said looking at each other.

Hotch walked in right then and closed the door behind him. "I thought I told you two no lovey-dovey at work." JJ straightened up on the spot and got ready to brief the team on their next case

"Holy shit. You're dating?" he said. Garcia walked in with some files for JJ.

"Nice shirt, Em. Looks better on JJ though," and walked out.