I'm really trying to find out if anyone's reading my fanfic. Please review and let me know what you think. Should I continue? Am I portraying the characters accurately so far? Also, I just can't get used to calling Hotch "Aaron". It just doesn't flow…to me, anyway. Let me know what you think.

That day at the office, Emily was really dragging. Her teammates could tell it, but they didn't say anything. Aaron, in his office, could see her trying to do her paperwork but somehow he knew she wasn't concentrating on it. An idea popped into his head. Most women liked flowers, and even though Emily was obviously the exception to average women, he was willing to bet she'd be touched by the gesture. Pulling a phone book out of his desk drawer, he located a nearby florist in the yellow pages and called to order a bouquet.

Emily was up to her neck in paperwork, something she absolutely hated doing. That was the downside to working cases; you always had to fill out the paperwork when you were done. Her eyes were aching dully from lack of sleep the previous night and her brain kept replaying the nightmare over and over again, torturing her. She had to keep quiet and stay calm. Besides, she could feel Morgan glance at her every time she sighed.

"Somethin' wrong today, Emily?" Derek wanted to know, looking up from his own paperwork.

"Just tired," she hastened to assure him. "This last case was just…"

"Yeah," Derek agreed. "I know." He was just about to ask her some more questions and try to profile her behavior, but he was interrupted by the delivery of a bouquet of red and white roses for Emily. A dozen roses.

"Emily Prentiss, who are those beautiful flowers from?" Derek demanded to know. At that exact moment, Garcia walked into the office, carrying her finished paperwork.

"You got a dozen roses? That is so not fair! It's not even Valentine's Day!" Garcia exclaimed. "Who are they from?"

Emily looked at the card, curious as to who they were from. All it said was,

"I hope your day is a wonderful as you are. Love, Me."

Penelope's mouth dropped open and Derek coughed a little, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Emily Prentiss, do you have a boyfriend?" Garcia wanted to know. "You have to tell us everything."

Derek and Reid, who was listening from nearby, moved a little closer, trying to hear what was about to be said.

"Don't you wish you knew?" Emily said mysteriously, smiling slyly.