A/N: Well, this was supposed to be the last part, but it was getting to be too long, so I've broken it up into two parts. My apologies that this story will be going on just a little bit longer than anticipated. Hope you enjoy this part.

The pink box tied with the cream silk organza ribbon teased them mercilessly. Five pairs of eyes in the bullpen and one from Hotch's office eyed it continuously, closely and curiously. Unmarked packages from terrorists didn't receive as much scrutiny as the BAU team now were giving the gift Agent Gibbs left on Emily's desk.

"What do you think it is?" Reid asked. He and Rossi had walked in minutes after Gibbs left and were quickly briefed on what happened.

"Bella's Closet is Em's favorite boutique," Garcia replied. "Pri-cey. Whatever he got her there, it wasn't cheap."

"And they sell everything there so it can be jewelry or perfume or a piece of clothing," JJ added in a vexed tone. She looked at the box. "Too small for a dress, sweater, coat, skirt, pants, blazer, shoes. Too big for jewelry."

"Unless it's one of those big collar necklaces," Garcia chimed in.

"Not really Em's style," JJ mused.

"Gibbs might not know that." Garcia tilted her head to the side. "Could be a scarf."

"She doesn't wear scarves," JJ protested.

"Some nice cashmere winter scarf," the tech analyst elaborated.

"I think the more interesting question is why he's buying her a gift," Rossi interjected.

"Probably as a thank you for helping on the case," Reid added, having grown bored with the women's speculation as to what was inside the box.

"I'm dying to know what's in it!" Garcia's eyes glittered dangerously, her fingers twitching.

"No, Garcia, you can't!" JJ warned her.

"Momma, that's crossing a line," Morgan added.

"Oh, I know," the bespectacled blonde sighed. "I just want to know what Agent Gruff & Yummy got her."

Hotch resisted the urge to slam his office door closed. Because his team were the only ones in the bullpen so far, it was relatively quiet and he could hear every word of their conversation. The last thing he wanted to hear was someone describing Gibbs as "Agent Gruff & Yummy". But he had to admit, his own curiosity was piqued as well by the gift on Prentiss' desk. He knew Gibbs was the type of man who didn't do anything without a reason and to give someone a gift, especially something from what he gathered was an expensive boutique, meant more than a simple, "thank you, job well done." Hotch had heard admiration for Emily in the other man's voice when he spoke of her, admiration and something else: affection.

What lay behind that affection, he wasn't sure, and Hotch wasn't certain if he really wanted to know. Sometimes ignorance really can be bliss. He glanced over at the small basket of fruit that sat on his credenza, the purple bow almost mocking him for his poor choice of gifts in comparison to whatever Gibbs got Emily from what apparently is her favorite boutique. How the man even knew that about Prentiss, Hotch did not know. Even he didn't have that information and he had known the woman for over two years and Gibbs had known her for less than a week.

"Em!"

Garcia's squeal caused his head to snap around and Hotch hurried over to his window. He looked through the blinds and could see his brunette agent walking into the bullpen. Even from his office he could see the white bandage on her forehead and what was a spectacular bruise on one cheek. Anger over her injuries welled up inside of him and Hotch took a moment to calm himself before he went down to speak to Emily.

As she walked into the bullpen, Emily could see her teammates gathered around her desk. Garcia spotted her first and let out a loud cry that had everyone turning around. Fortunately, it was only her team in the bullpen so there was no audience.

"Em!" Garcia darted forward to hug her friend. She pulled back from Emily and looked anxiously into her face. "Oh, my poor peach!"

Prentiss smiled at her. "It's okay, Garcia. It looks worse than it really is."

"Damn, Prentiss," Morgan whistled as he came forward with the rest of the team. He peered into her face "That's a helluva bruise. I hope the other guy looks worse."

Remembering the hard hit she had delivered with the shovel to McKnight's head, Emily smile was just a touch on the evil side. "Oh trust me, he got a taste of his own medicine."

"So how was it working with NCIS and Agent Gibbs," JJ asked, her eyes lit up with curiosity. "He seems like he would be a real bear to deal with."

"Actually, he was fine to work with. I really enjoyed it and his team was great. He might come off gruff, but there's a lot there with Gibbs. He's a great agent and he really cares about his team and the work." She didn't say it aloud, but she knew he cared about her too and watched out for her as best he could. Her minor injuries were not his fault and Gibbs made sure she got proper treatment for them. But more importantly to Emily, she knew he respected and liked her. He trusted her judgment and her abilities.

She didn't realize it, but even though Emily didn't vocalize all of her thoughts about Gibbs, everyone could see how her eyes and features had softened slightly when talking about a man of whom they had only seen the difficult side of. The other BAU team members glanced at each other uncertainly, not sure what to make of what was some obvious affection their teammate held for the cranky NCIS agent.

"He left you a gift," Reid said quietly.

"Gibbs?" Emily's voice held surprise. She walked over to her desk and saw the distinctive Bella's Closet box and a sweet smile appeared on her lips. "That man does work fast," she murmured.

Her eyes were on the gift and she didn't hear Hotch come up behind her, but he heard her soft words and he wondered just how fast Agent Gibbs worked.

"Prentiss," Hotch cleared his throat to get her attention.

Emily straightened up and turned slowly around, giving her time to compose her face into that neutral, professional mask she wore so often around him. "Sir," she said by way of greeting.

His eyes traveled over her features, taking in the cuts and bruises. Something flickered in his eyes and Emily was startled. He was always so good at hiding his emotions that even this tiny lapse was surprising. It happened too quickly to figure out what it was, but he had never shown any emotion with her before, except suspicion and anger. She wondered what brought this on.

Hotch felt his hand twitch, wanting to reach out to touch her. It was to examine her injuries more closely, he told himself, though on some deep level that he refused to consciously acknowledge, that wasn't the only reason he wanted to touch her. She looked worse than she did on the video conference a few days ago, but there was something in her eyes. A light that had been missing the last few weeks as she dealt with her friend Matthew's death and the dredging up of whatever memories seemed to haunt her from that case. There was a light in her eyes that had been missing and with a pang, he wondered if Gibbs had put it there.

The others had been watching Hotch and Emily's reunion with curious eyes. They knew something was up between the two, though what it was remained to be seen. Avidly, they observed them as the two simply stared at each other, waiting for the other person to talk.

"Agent Prentiss."

The cool voice of Erin Strauss drew everyone's attention. She sailed forward and nodded to Hotch and the others before turning to Emily. She made a small grimace seeing the injuries to the younger woman, but continued with her original intent.

"Congratulations on a job well done at NCIS," Strauss continued.

"Thank you, ma'am," Emily said warily.

A smug smile appeared on her face. "You made quite an impression there. Director Vance hasn't stopped raving about you. He was especially impressed by how well you worked with Agent Gibbs." She made a moue of distaste, remembering her own encounter with the difficult man. "Not an easy task." Her eyes took on a sly glint. "And your creativity yesterday is to be commended. I would have never thought that piece of clothing could be so…versatile." Her eyes flickered towards the gift still sitting on Emily's desk. "Ahhhh, it looks someone might have replaced it." Her smirk widened. "Agent Gibbs, I presume. That was incredibly thoughtful of him." She nodded her head. "Again, well done, Agent Prentiss." With that, she turned on her heel and sailed out of the bullpen.

The team was silent for a moment and then both JJ and Garcia dove for the gift.

"I've got to find out what he gave you!" Garcia cried out.

Emily threw herself at the box and caught one end while JJ and Garcia had the other. The men scrambled out of the way and Hotch stared at his female team members in shock and horror.

"Let go!" Emily cried out, trying to tug the gift out of the blondes' hands.

"Not until we see what it is!" JJ shot back.

"Stop this immediately!" Hotch snapped out. "This is no way to behave-!"

His sentence was cut off when the top of the box suddenly slipped and came undone. Clutching the lid, Emily stumbled back into Hotch where he instinctively caught her to keep her from falling, and held her close to his chest. Rossi and Morgan did the same for the two blondes who held the bottom of the box between them.

The contents flew up into the air in a shower of pale pink tissue paper. The heavier lingerie fell loose from the light wrapping and landed with a soft plop on the floor. The all looked in surprise at the pretty, gray lace bra and thong.

Her cheeks burning from embarrassment, Emily was surprised to hear herself blurting out, "Oh, he bought me the matching thong too."

A/N 2: I know the tug-of-war the ladies had over the gift was a little OOC, but I thought a bit of humor needed to be injected. I also don't see this is too much OOC for these three, but they likely wouldn't have done it in the bullpen in front of Hotch. But I just had to get the contents of the box out there and you knew Emily wouldn't tell them what was in it!