Emily arrived at Quantico early, as usual. Normally her first stop would have been the small break room for coffee, but JJ had texted the entire team asking for their orders. She chuckled. Of course JJ couldn't just around at home and do nothing, it was against her nature.

She thought about popping by Garcia's office, but a tall, dark haired, lanky figure stopped her. He was leaning up against her desk, hands in the pockets of his suit, which looked incredibly nice. His eyes wandered around the bull pen taking everything in. He couldn't have been more than 25. The way that he dressed showed confidence in himself, or his abilities, but the way his shoulders hunched forward slightly was more than enough to convince Emily that he recognized that he was out of his element. Perhaps nervous, even, though he showed no clear signs on the outside. To be completely honest, he reminded her of a younger Dr. Reid.

"Hi, can I help you?" she asked, the face she normally used a political events sliding into place.

"Huh? Oh, no, sorry. I'm just waiting for Dr. Reid," he explained, looking at the desk before looking up at her. "This – uh – isn't his desk, is it?"

Emily smiled and offered her hand. "Nope, that's mine actually. Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss."

He shook it graciously. "I know. It's so good to meet you, or well, meet you one-on-one. You and SSA Morgan taught my class on leading sensory interviews with children," he said with a questioning tone, as if trying to prompt her memory.

Emily thought for a moment. Of course! He was the kid who answered all the questions. "I remember you," she said, chuckling. "You've got skills, kid. You'll have to forgive me if I've forgotten your name though. I've drank since then." Emily winked at him, her good mood obvious.

The man's face paled slightly. "That – that is a joke, right?" he asked, clearing his throat. "Yeah – of course it is. I'm Dr. Sweets." At least he recovered. Not well, but he did recover.

Emily just chuckled and pointed to Reid's desk across the aisle. He walked over and leaned on Reid's desk, while Emily got to work. Morgan and JJ arrived not more than ten minutes later. JJ walked around and handed out her treats before heading to her office. Even Reid staggered in, albeit later than usual. He and the young doctor shook hands before they started talking in hushed tones.

"Hey Princess," Morgan whispered, poking his head out from behind his monitor. "What do you think that's about?" He jerked his thumb and the two young doctors.

Emily shrugged. She was about to tell Morgan that the kid looked like a Shrink, and the information she had got from him this morning when Garcia literally bounced into the bull-pen. "We've got a case! Meet in 10!" she practically sang. "And thanks to our other favorite blonde I'm seriously jacked up on caffeine right now."

Emily laughed and patted her friend's arm. "How many Monsters this morning?"

"Only Two," Garcia said, beaming like Henry did when his mother's told him good job.

"Plus the coffee JJ got you?"

Garcia nodded.

"Let me guess, a double mocha frappe with a triple shot of espresso."

Garcia looked at the floor briefly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Emily smiled. "Yeah, right you don't. No more caffeine until lunch, okay?"

"Fine," Garcia agreed, already stomping off to the conference room, just like Henry after a talk with his Mamas.

"Oh, look, Mama Prentiss laying down the law. JJ's been an awful influence on you," Morgan teased.

JJ poked her head out from her office. "I heard that, Morgan. You just keep remembering who has the best shot in the FBI."

Hotch exited his office on the way to the conference room. "Hotch, are you hearing this?" Morgan asked, incredulously.

Hotch looked at Morgan and back to JJ. "Oh, no, don't put me in the middle of this. I'm on JJ's side. Always."

The team just laughed, Morgan included. Everyone knew that while Hotch got paid to be the team leader, JJ was the one that was really in charge. Morgan and Emily punched each other on the arm softly, before walking towards the conference room, talking about Henry's Halloween costume for the upcoming holiday.

Lance stood back, staring at the team in wonder. He had expected this team to be more like five Booths and an Angela, maybe a Camille thrown in, instead it was very obvious that this team worked like a family. Not necessarily unlike his own favorite group of Jeffersonian squints. Either way, he was pleasantly surprised.