Here is a little epilogue for the readers, a little side joke.
Garcia tapped away at her computer, her mind was completely set on making a new security program for her laptop, not that she needed it. The building was almost completely dark.
'Hello? Agent Penelope Garcia?" a dark voice called to her. He flipped on a light. In the doorway that framed Garcia's office stood a man in a suit.
"That's me."
"Delivery." The man sat down a large box and the smell of pizza wafted to her. Garcia giggled, clapped, and took the box. Written on it in computer typed letter was: Here is that Dinner I owe you.
From Hotchner.