Leah smiled despite herself as Spencer jumped, somehow managing to put a yard's worth of space between the two of them in an instant.

"Spencer getting beat up."

"Who's beating Reid up?" Hotch asked from behind Emily.

"Who hasn't beat Spencer up?" Leah asked. "Come on in."

Jack, Hotchner's son, squeezed past Emily and ran inside. Hotch and Emily came inside together. "Stop." Jack ordered.

"What is it?" Hotch asked.

Jack pointed. Again with the mistletoe.

Penelope laughed where she stood in the entryway with Kevin. She gave him a quick kiss and they came in. "Go on, you two." She ordered Hotch and Emily.

Hotch smiled and Leah watched carefully as he kissed her mother. Penelope had confirmed her suspicions and told her that the two were "probably" dating behind the BAU's back.

"Hotch!" JJ gasped as she came in with her boyfriend, Will LaMontagne, and son, Henry.

"What?" Hotchner feigned innocence. "There's mistletoe."

"Very convenient, huh?" Will said, kissing JJ. JJ laughed at him.

Leah felt her stomach flop. She wanted out of the room, away from impending doom. She wandered into the kitchen, put on an apron that said "KISS THE COOK" (why on earth had she bought that one?), and started to make the pasta sauce. Everyone but Leah soon settled in the living room, which was adjacent, and open, to the kitchen, and began to talk, excepting Rossi, who sat there muttering, "Attento. Cosa stavo pensando, lasciando ad una cameriera italiana lattiero-caseari?"

Leah smirked at him. "Then perhaps the laird ought to come show the humble dairymaid how to do it properly?"

"What'd you call me?"

"You called me a dairymaid, which makes me think of Scotland, don't ask why, I don't know. Lairds were and are wealthy land-owners and –lords in Scotland. Do you wanna help?"She held the spoon she'd been stirring with out to him.

"I thought you'd never ask." He came into the kitchen and looked at the sauce for a second. "Maybe I was wrong, this looks great. Keep up the good work."

"Did I just hear Rossi tell you you're a great cook?" Morgan asked as Rossi walked off to talk to Hotch.

"You did."

"Girl, you must be good. He's never told anybody that as long as I've known him."

Leah grinned. "We Italians are very picky about our food."

Morgan laughed.

"Okay guys," Leah called out. "Dinner's ready!"