Even after years of working alongside his coworkers, Spencer had no idea what to get Emily for the team's Secret Santa gift exchange. The thought made him feel embarrassed—especially since he was a profiler. With all his intelligence, none of it seemed to help when it came to picking out the perfect gift.

He stood in the middle of an aisle, staring at the rows of red wines. Emily had mentioned several times that red wine was her favorite. Spencer had already visited three different stores, each for a different reason. His first idea had been something for her cat—a new toy or even a bow tie.

Ultimately, he decided against it. The gift was meant for Emily, not her pet. Although, Spencer figured, she'd probably enjoy the sight of her cat in a bow tie. He sighed, picked up a bottle of Merlot, and ran his fingers over the label, considering.

Just as he was about to move on, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face. The tension in his shoulders instantly melted away, and he relaxed, standing a little taller. There you were—like a hero in the middle of a store aisle, walking toward him with a smile. You and Emily were practically sisters, and Spencer couldn't help but feel lucky to see you now.

"Secret Santa shopping?" He asked, his voice warm as he returned your smile.