When the clock hit midnight, there was the usual amount of singing, hugging, kissing and congratulating. Then it was time to unpack her presents. A spa weekend from the girls, a russian BlueRay set of the original sovjet version of War and Peace from Reid, a new weapon polishing kit from Morgan and a heavenly smelling perfume from Hotch.

Her simile grew wider and wider with each present she unwrapped and after hugging Hotch to thank him for her present, she was beaming.

Only one present was left on the table. The present was quadratic in shape, resembling a box, maybe 35 centimeters per side, 10 cm in hight and decorated with a large ribbon. She carefully weighted the present, which she knew must be from Rossi, in her hand before pulling the ribbon.

When she lifted the lid, she was awestruck. It was a dress, deep burgundy in color, the the collar lined with stones, that sparkled in the light from the fire. As she carefully lifted the dress out of the box, the fabric ran like water through her hands.

Everybody looked in awe as Emily held the dress up, except for Dave who looked proudly down to her. There were a few moments of complete silence, Emily even looked like she was mute forever.

It was JJ who finally broke the silence, closing the distance to her and gently pushing her in the direction of the door. "Go try it on", she added. Emily just nooded mechanically and steered towards the nearest room.

"Jesus Dave", JJ let out when she returned to the others, looking up to Rossi in awe. "Now I know how you were such a womanizer and why all the women fell for you."

"What do you mean fell? Are you implying im not on top of my game anymore?" His voice was full of outrage, but his eyes gave the joke away.

"Where do you even find a dress like that?", Garcia asked him, finally turing away from the box. She also looked totally awestruck.

He laughed when he saw the look of disbelief on her face. "Good clothes my dear, are not found." He lifted a finger to underline his point. "They are comissioned", he added after an artful pause. "I know a very talented tailor that made it."

"How do you even now if it will fit her?", JJ interjected and he turned away from Garcia to face her.

"I am a seasoned profiler, three times divorced and most of all, an italian gentlemen with a good taste in fashion. I probably know your size better then you", he added to general laughter.

JJ was unconvinced. "I would maybe, just maybe, trust Spence to pull that off", she responed, causing Reid to blush.

Before Rossi could answer, Morgan clapped his hands. "That sounds like a bet to me."

JJ, competitive and playful as always, practically jumped on the idea. "Wanna bet lunch?", she asked, a wide grin on her face.

"We have a deal", Rossi chuckled. "One that you might regret." He gestured to the middle of the lounge. "Would you do me the honor Ms Jareau?".

JJ positioned herself in the middle of the lounge, a very smug grin on her face as Rossi circled her three times, his eyes roaming up and down all over her body.

"Are you sure you don't just want to check me out?", she teased as he stepped into her sight for the third time. "Remember that I'm engaged."

Rossi laughted along with the others. "I would hope I am a little more tactful than that." Now it was her time to chuckle and she blew him a kiss.

Rossi turned dramatically to the team, spreading both arms in a grand gesture, before pointing at JJ. "86 – 59 – 84."

The announcement wiped the smug expression from JJ's face. "Pure luck", she weakly countered, her face now displaying disbelief and awe.

Rossi bowed sligly to her. "I am looking foreward to our lunch", he answered, blowing a kiss to JJ in return.

"Just remember that for my next birthday", she murmured, accentuating the word my and he winked at her, before they were interruped by the sound of the door opening.