Hotchner walked out of the elevator, his usual calm demeanor firmly in place as he looked around. The familiar hum of the office surrounded him.

Near the center of the room, Derek Morgan leaned casually against his desk, tossing a tennis ball into the air and catching it with ease. The ball made a soft thud with each catch.

At the round table nearby, JJ, Emily, Spencer, and you were bent over a crossword puzzle. JJ held the newspaper flat while Emily tapped the end of her pen against the table, frowning in concentration. Spencer, of course, spat out answers effortlessly, his voice full of amusement as he watched the others struggle to keep up.