A/N: Another part. Not quite at the dinner yet, but I think a fun part.

Emily was surprised it took this long for the call to come. After the picnic Hotch and Jack had taken Emily home and the little boy got his promised time with Sergio who came out of hiding when he saw the boy was holding his favorite new toy that Hotch had gotten, the feathered thing at the end of a fishing pole. As Jack played with Sergio, Emily tried to get more details out of Hotch about the following night.

"How do I know what to wear if you won't tell me?" she asked in exasperation. "Should I dress warmly? Wear heels? What?"

"Think fancy restaurant," Hotch replied with a mysterious smile.

She looked at him suspiciously. They had just had a conversation about her preference for something other than an expensive restaurant, so that meant he was planning on taking her somewhere else. But where, she did not know.

Which still doesn't solve my clothing dilemma, she thought in exasperation the next morning. She was standing in her giant closet looking at her cocktail dresses when the dreaded, though expected, call came in.

"Love You Latte, one hour." The caller hung up not even waiting for Emily's answer, fully knowing the woman wouldn't refuse. The brunette sighed and prepared herself for the unpleasant task.

An hour later, she was walking into Love You Latte, an independent little coffee house located near her home in Dupont Circle. She spotted them immediately, the two blonde heads with eyes fixated on the door. When they saw her, Garcia began to wave wildly, making sure Emily saw them.

Prentiss smothered a sigh. Since Garcia helped Hotch out with his wooing efforts, she knew his pursuit of her would be common knowledge among the team. It was only a matter of time before JJ would call and demand the whole story and of course Garcia would want to be a part of that.

"We got you your usual," JJ said as she handed Emily a steaming cup of hot tea made from a special blend available only at Love You Latte. "We didn't want to waste any time. Now spill. What's going on between you and Hotch?"

"Did Hotch want you talking about this?" Emily sent Garcia a sharp look.

"He only said don't tell anyone about it," Garcia replied.

"If he said that how did JJ find out?" Emily asked in bewilderment.

"She guessed."

"How, did she guess?" Emily sat back in her chair, her arms folded over her chest.

"I may have said something like guess what suited supervisor has been pursuing a raven haired beauty who recently left the Bureau," Garcia replied with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Gee, amazing JJ was able to make a guess from that," was Emily's sarcastic reply.

"It's rather vain of you thinking of yourself as a beauty," was Garcia's prim retort.

"Can we get back to what's important?" JJ interrupted. "Like how this came about and what's happened since?"

Emily sighed, took a sip of her tea and began to tell them everything from Hotch's hospital visit to his intention of wooing her until she was in love with him. She explained about the gifts, some of this JJ already had knowledge of per Garcia, but not the story behind each item or the late night calls. She told them about the picnic in the park and the meeting with Betty Donaldson.

"What's with the Boss Man and hussies in the park?" Garcia asked.

"He spends too much time in them and that's where the desperate ones go trolling. Finish your story," JJ said impatiently.

Emily smothered a smile and told them about her dinner date that evening. When she was finished, the two blondes leaned back in their chairs and sighed simultaneously.

"I would never have thought Hotch could be so romantic," JJ said.

"I know, he's so stiff and professional all the time," Garcia replied. Her eyes took on an evil glint. "Except when he's around Gumdrop or talking about her. Really Em, you should see the way his eyes light up whenever he talks about you."

Emily could feel her cheeks heat up and she looked down into her mug. JJ and Garcia exchanged smiles, happy for their friends.

"So what are you wearing tonight?" Garcia asked, getting to more important matters.

Emily sighed again. "That's the annoying part." She explained Hotch's secretiveness about where they were having dinner. "He only said dress as though I was going to an expensive restaurant, but I know it can't be that because I told him I didn't really care for those places."

"But it means a nice dress and heels," JJ said sensibly. "Nothing looking good in your closet?"

"Sure, lots of things but nothing…" Emily fumbled for the words.

"That feels right?" JJ supplied in a kind voice.

"You know what that means," Garcia said as she picked up her purse and thumped the heavy bag down on the table. "Shopping trip."

"Oh no," Emily groaned. She didn't mind shopping. She enjoyed it. But shopping with Garcia required a nap before and after to make sure she had enough energy and then to replenish her energy.

"Come on, Em," JJ said with an amused smile. "We'll find the right outfit."

"Yep, leave it to us, we'll hunt down a dress that'll make Hotch want to tear it off of you immediately!"

"Garcia!" Emily sputtered as JJ grimaced.

"Seriously Pen, I don't need the image of Hotch having sex in my head," JJ replied.

"Aren't you curious though?" Garcia asked with a glint in her eye. "He as such big hands. And that's when being stiff is a good thing."

"Ewwwyyyhhhh! Stop!" JJ protested. "Don't want that imagery!"

"I am so not having this discussion," Prentiss mumbled as she led the way out of the coffee shop.

"Too bad! You're spending the afternoon with us!" Garcia called out evilly.