"I need to talk to you."
Hotch glanced up from his paperwork to see Dave standing in front of his desk. "Okay."
Dave sat down. "It's personal."
"I gathered from the closed door. What's wrong?"
"I..." He cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable. "There's a woman..."
Hotch nodded. "Emily."
Dave stared at him. "Excuse me?"
He shrugged. "Your demeanor tells me that you're nervous, and I've never seen any woman make you nervous, except for Emily. Also, you're head over heels in love with her." When his friend just continued to stare at him in disbelief, Hotch's mouth twitched up into a smile. "Come on, Dave. It's not like you're subtle about it."
There was a moment of awkward silence, Dave shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "Does she know?" he finally asked, his voice quiet.
"No. You should really get around to asking her out before she gives up on you." He smirked at the expression on his friend's face. "She's not exactly subtle, either. At least not in front of a room of profilers."
Dave blew out a long breath, shaking his head. "You're a smug bastard, Aaron Hotchner," he said, standing and heading to the door.
"You're welcome!" Hotch called as he left.