Your birthday had never been a big deal for you. You hated the idea of making people feel like they were either obligated to buy your gifts, make you feel special, or the cult feeling singing around a candle-laden cake… It just wasn’t your style

To you, not celebrating was acceptable. To your best friend, Luke, however, it was outrageously unacceptable. When Luke had first joined the BAU, you two gravitated towards each other and instantly… click. You neglected to tell Luke your birthday for the past however long and he was determined. He went around asking each member of the BAU when it was and none of them knew. So he went to Penelope and she did what she did best—use her trusty computer skills to find all of your personal info, including your birthday.

Now, you were two very long days away from your birthday. For the past week, you’d been receiving little gifts left on your doorstep every time you went home for the night. It would’ve been creepy if you didn’t already know who the culprit was. You swore you were going to bring it up to him but you’d always get distracted by the case load or something else happening in the bullpen that you never did.

Today, one day before your birthday, you had decided to go home early under the guise of feeling sick and unbeknownst to the “mystery” person leaving gifts at your doorstep. You stood in front of the door all afternoon, waiting for them to drop by and disappear into the wind. Only they wouldn’t disappear, you’d catch them in the act. And you did, you caught Luke in the middle of the act. His footsteps echoed off the thin walls in the apartment hallways, alerting you to his presence. When you felt him stop in front of your door, you unopened it to find him crouched down and placing what looked like freshly baked cookies

“I swear this isn’t what it looks like…”