Penelope slowly made her way into the bullpen, headed toward her friend's desk that she had been watching on her cameras for the past few days. The dark haired woman hadn't even tried to interact with her friends unless they were talking about a case, and the one time that she and JJ had convinced the saddened agent to come out to the bar with them, she spent the entire time downing beers and sulking at the table.

Holding the gift she had specially made for her friend in her hands, the redheaded woman smiled. "Emmy?"

Emily spun her chair around just as she set the file she had been working on into her finished pile. "Hey Pen," she tried to smile. "What's up?"

"I got you something beautiful and fun and you have to open it right now!"

The FBI agent chuckled, taking the present in her hands. "What's this for?"

Penelope stole the empty chair from her chocolate God's desk and sat herself down beside her friend, those blue eyes sparkling as she looked pleadingly to the older woman. "I wanted to cheer my Emmybear up with something that I know would get her to smile."

Emily felt her chest grow heavy at the words. "Penelope, I'm fine."

"No you're not! Just open it and love me!"

Rolling her eyes at her friend's voice, Emily quickly lifted the top off of box. "Pen, why did you do this?"

The technical analyst smiled at the shock she saw on her friend's face.

Emily looked up to the geeky girl with wide eyes. "Cia, this is too expensive for it to just be a 'no certain reason' gift."

"It's a phone!" she practically screamed.

Seeing the joyous smile on her friend's face, Emily smiled. "Yes I can see that, but why?"

"First off," Penelope interrupted, taking the glossy new phone from the agent's hand and turning it on. "It's the newest little thing out there; no one has one expect for you and I! AND I programmed it with the most beautiful apps and little trickster gadgets that you are going to absolutely love."

Emily bit her lip. "I love it Pen, but you really didn't have to buy me this."

The redhead gave her best friend a pout. "I just wanted to see you happy again. You haven't smiled in weeks, pookie."

Feeling a stinging start to sizzle at the top of her nose, Emily looked down into her lap and put the phone back into its box. "I messed up, Pen," she whispered almost to herself.

"With what?"

"Beth," she sighed. "She told me she needs to think about everything that happened, but we haven't spoken in weeks."

Penelope just frowned. "So call her."

Emily looked up from the box in her lap. "She doesn't want to hear what I have to say."

"Duh," the younger woman huffed, rolling her eyes. "You have to make her listen."