"Going boldly where no man has gone before," Emily said gravely, leaning against the door frame and shaking her head. "You're a brave man, Aaron Hotchner."
He almost jumped at the sound of her voice, but forced himself to turn slowly. "Prentiss."
She gave him a smile, walking in. "Seriously, Hotch. You know how JJ feels about her desk."
He wanted to hide his hands, but there was no way to do so. "I just..."
"Is that a present?"
Hotch swallowed hard, taking a deep breath before looking up and meeting her eyes squarely. "Yes."
Emily's smile softened. "Then I think she'll forgive you for messing with her desk." She turned to walk out, but looked over her shoulder at the last minute. "And Hotch?"
"Yes?"
"Happy anniversary," she whispered.
She walked out, and Hotch couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. A group of profilers, and he had been foolish enough to think that they had managed to keep a secret. Setting the gift down on her desk, he let his fingers linger over it for a second, hoping that she loved it as much as he thought she would.
"Happy anniversary, JJ," he whispered.
And then he was gone.