The soundtrack filled the place. Drums, pianos and bells ringing together in perfect harmony with the beginning of that pop song.

Last christmas.

It was funny to Maeve how some simple bell chords could be considered a Christmas song when the song didn't even talk about it.

Maeve was sitting at her desk with both legs up crossed one over the other, a slight smile forming on her lips. Maeve's eyes look up at the red and white lights above her head, making her brown eyes glow. It was impressive how Garcia and JJ had managed to convince Hotch to make the bureau feel more Christmassy.

She returns her gaze to the front, Only to find Morgan dancing to the music twirling around, As he seemed to approach her, This  made Maeve laugh.

— Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on. — Morgan sang and the girl's laughter increased due to his exaggerated expressions as he did so.— A face on a lover with a fire in his heart. — Turning away from Maeve when he saw Garcia at his side. — A man under cover, but you tore me apart. — Morgan sings over the blonde's face, encouraging her to dance together.

Rossi and Prentiss had drunk all the eggnog between them. Maeve wouldn't be surprised to see them sober after that. Those two had resistance to alcohol. She's seen Emily drink without feeling anything, and Rossi has been drinking since before either of them were born.

Hotch seemed to be having a good time, it's one of the few times that Maeve has seen that half smile on her boss's face.

Even Henry was there with his mother. Making Maeve let out an "Aaaah, That's Henry." When she saw the little one. The cookies and cakes with chocolate and mint, the hot chocolate, made him very happy, he even hid some snacks in his pocket.

The news of light rain or possible snow helped Maeve feel like it really was December. The snow was beautiful in Quantico, but nothing could compare to watching the snow fall in New York.

It's something Maeve can't exactly describe. It's just a different feeling. No place in the world could compare to New York.

It was a time when not all families were happy, Well, the unknown continued to exist even in the best time of the year, But even the FBI needs days of rest, and moments where existing is something more than giving your life to save others. 

Well, this would be the last day of work for the BAU, at least for this year.

— Hey.

Spencer preferred coffee compared to chocolate, but don't get him wrong. He's not the Grinch of Christmas, but he wasn't going to sacrifice his coffee addiction for the holidays. He had seen his girlfriend smile and preferred to leave the coffee and sit next to her.

— Hi. — Maeve said between laughs.

Spencer looks over to where she was doing. They both watched the scene of Henry stealing candy from the table, which Maeve had taught him by the way and Hotch had noticed it, so he explained that he shouldn't do it. JJ, like Maeve, laughed, because the blonde knew that her friend was responsible for her son's behavior. Spencer just laughs shaking his head.

— Hi. — Spencer says again.

This time using his index finger to turn Maeve's head in his direction. It was obvious that he wanted her attention, which Maeve notices and smiles.

— Hi. — Maeve Says.

— You have fun?

Maeve's eyes scan the place, without moving her head because Spencer was still holding the girl's chin, taking a look at her friends and then returning her gaze to her boyfriend, looking him up and down. Maeve nods to the question.

— I have a question for you. — She says when Spencer has lowered his hand and he looks at her confused. Maeve takes something out of her pocket which only confuses Spencer more. — Do you know what this is? 

— Mistletoe?

— Mhm. — Garcia had hung the mistletoe on her office door, but Maeve felt she could put it to better use if she kept it. —  Do you know what it is for?

— Well, mistletoe has always been surrounded by a series of myths and legends. In the cultures of pre-Christian Europe, mistletoe was considered a representation of the divine masculine essence, although it also has healing factors that not many know to treat such as epilepsy, asthma, hypertension, headaches, symptoms of menopause, infertility, dermatitis, arthritis and rheumatism and some say cancer although there is not much proof of this. . . — At this point Maeve had already forgotten what she asked. — Viscum is his real name but over time it adapted to a simpler and more mundane concept as we know it now. Although there are also legends. Two brothers, One had discovered that the mistletoe had no protection, some kind of magic or something, Loki wanted to take revenge on his brother using a dart tied to the plant.

— Loki? Like. . .The comics?

— That of mythology.

— Oh.

— Frigg. The mother. She cried for days over the body of her deceased son and her tears turned into white mistletoe berries, and Baldr came back to life.

— Like tangled.

— The goddess of love, happy to have her son back, thanked everyone who passed under the tree that supported the mistletoe with a kiss. Since then, the legend arose that kissing under the mistletoe grants eternal protection and a representation that love and life can conquer death. . . — Kisses. Maeve thought, Spencer had distracted her so much that she had forgotten the beginning of this conversation, but she didn't usually silence him when he spoke, she liked to listen. — Over the years Christians have made it a symbol of Christianity and Christmas and it is associated with luck, love, life and good wishes.

The brunette raises the plant above both of their heads, Spencer finally falls silent when he sees how the leaves were hanging above them, he lowers his eyes again to Maeve's.

— Oh. — It was the only thing he said when he understood what his girl was referring to at the beginning of the question.

Maeve uses her free hand to pull Spencer closer to her, grabbing him by his tie and then his neck.

Spencer's mouth opens as soon as he feels Maeve's lips on him, sliding his inner lip over her mouth, tasting the other's lips with the sweet taste of candy cane.

— What's tangled? — Spencer asks when he sees Maeve separating.

— You need to update yourself. — Penelope said approaching the couple.

— Even me know what that is. — Hotch said and Maeve laughs. 

The rest of the team approaches them.

— It's time for presents!  — The analytical blonde said excitedly.

— Finally! — Maeve exclaims. — I don't have the patience to play secret santa. I've kept secrets my whole life, but do you have any idea how hard it is not to tell someone what you bought them?

— Me first. — Garcia says, unfolding a small sheet of red paper, even though she knew the answer to the name written, she decided to show it.

— Garcia is Morgan's secret santa, what a surprise. — Emily said mockingly.

The blonde with multicolored locks gives her friend a hug before giving him the gift. Morgan, without even having taken the gift out of the wrapping, was already smiling, having no idea what was in it.

— Babygirl.  

The man smiles, and returns to hug her. The others couldn't see what it was.

— Henry says he wants to see what it is. — Maeve says, To find out what the gift was, Using the child as an excuse.

Morgan laughs just like Garcia and he shows the object of his affection, a sports jersey with the number #1, with Derek's last name replaced by the blonde's, knowing that he would proudly wear it with Garcia's name, embroidered in diamonds pink sequins.

— Okay. My turn. — Morgan imitates Garcia so he unfolds the page, Emily Prentiss is read in JJ's gold-colored cursive handwriting.

— This can turn out very well or very badly. — Emily said as soon as Morgan put the gift in her lap.

The black-haired woman tears the paper. It's Derek Morgan that this gift came from, it could be anything.

She looks at the black leather fabric and lifts it up. Without fully understanding the shape of the object, she manages to see a lingerie dress and matching cat ears.

— You said you liked cats. — Morgan laughs earning a punch on the arm from her.

— If you think you humiliated me, bad news for you, because I'm going to use it. —She says when it is her turn to stand up.—I lost the role. Reid, stand up

Spencer shrugs and lets go of Maeve's arm that he's been hugging this whole time. He holds back the urge to let out a brief laugh when he has the gift in his hands, but the rest of the team laughs for him.

— A Rossi book? — Spencer asks finally laughing. — I would expect this narcissistic act from Rossi but not from you, Emily, it doesn't make sense. Thanks, I think, although I have read all of his books.

Everyone looked on with mocking smiles.

— No, Genius. I had to ask Rossi for help with your gift. — Prentiss points to the older man. — Take a look at it again.

Spencer frowns. He's been reading Rossi's books before he even met him. He looks at the back cover again. Most of Rossi's books had a photograph of him on the cover, implying that they are more bibliographical stories written by him.

The title was familiar to Spencer, but there was a change, it was a photograph of him instead Rossi.

 Rossi remembers Spencer on his first day asking about multiple books of his authorship, he even questioned him about some that he almost solved, in one of the classes in which Spencer accompanied him he gave Rossi his own book underlined in red those cases that for Spencer had no answers, with orange grammatical errors on the publisher's part, and questions in pencil around the edges. Emily knew this and asked Rossi if there was any way to give Spencer an edited copy with Rossi's answers.

The book was a single copy with all those questions that students usually ask Rossi and personalized by Spencer's comments. That is why the cover read: Written by David Rossi and corrections by Spencer Reid.

Spencer hugs Emily with the greatest of his strength for having bothered to do so and hugs Rossi as well.

Rossi's gift was from Spencer.

— Although you were not the bearer of my gift. — Spencer was talking to Rossi while he took out a wooden box from the desk. — You were a big part of it, which makes this even more special.

Rossi looks at the box confused but takes it.

— Roccolo Grassi. — He says when he sees the product when he takes it out of the box.

Spencer smiles seeing his happiness and Rossi kisses both of the boy's cheeks.

— What the hell is Rossi saying? — Maeve asks without understanding, earning JJ's elbow to hit her arm for cursing in front of Henry. — What? 

— Roccolo grassi. It is one of the most popular wine wineries in Italy.

— And expensive. — Garcia adds to Spencer's comment.

— It was difficult to achieve it in such a short time.

— Il mio piccolino.

— Wait. Wait. Wait— Maeve says, interrupting the hug between both of them and making everyone look at her. — Is Rossi Italian? Shi- — JJ looks at Maeve knowing what she is about to say, Maeve looks at Henry. — Cheetos. . I have to start paying more attention to you guys.

Henry laughs and walks towards Maeve. She picks him up and sits him on her lap. Spencer returns to his position next to Maeve, and observes her next to her godson.

— Shit. — The boy repeats and Maeve covers his mouth before anyone hears him.

It was Rossi's turn, who when unfolding the sheet reads the name of the superior Aaron Hotchner.

— Aaron.

The aforementioned stands up at Rossi's call. In short, Rossi was with Hotch for many years and Hotchner was a more sentimental man than anyone could think. Rossi doesn't bother wrapping the gift because he removes a ring he was wearing and places it in the man's hand. Hotch can't believe what he receives but his face is as expressionless as usual. It's a ring from one of their marriages, With a story and inside joke that others would not understand.

Now with Aaron being in charge of getting something for JJ, they have a bond and more in common than usual since the agent is a mother.

Jennifer Jearou is the liaison with the press and victims for a reason. The woman has the power to transmit peace to anyone and let you know that you can count on her if you need her. Hotch and JJ are always the last to go home, Aaron retains an angelic image of the girl, with respect and admiration, that is why seeing that gold locket made him think of the girl.

— Henry, do you want to give the gift to Auntie Maeve? — The little blonde who was sitting on the girl's lap, so as soon as he heard her mother, he ran to her office to look for the gift, when it was her turn. —It was his choice. — JJ says to her friend when her son left.

Maeve stands up and just like JJ tries to look down the hallway making sure to see Henry, Everyone sees him arrive and it is Maeve Hunter's turn to discover what her gift is. The small version of Will and Jearou offers her aunt a box, Maeve, somewhat confused by the shape of the gift, does not know what she can find, but when she opens it she realizes that it was a case with acrylic paints. A side that Maeve does not talk about much, since it has had many facets but it is something that her friends definitely knew. She does not hesitate to hug Henry who feels happy and then to her friend whispering a thank you.

Spencer and Penelope, touched by the scene, smile.

— My turn. —Maeve said.—I guess I'm last because I'm the best character.

— In theory, the last one is whoever you give the gift to, and since no one has gotten Garcia, she is the last one. The first will be the last.

— I'm the main character for a reason.

Maeva had given the gift bag to Penelope, which she has been eager to give to her for weeks. The analyst smiles as she takes out the pink flash drive and looks at her friend with a smile. Maeve whispers something in her ear so that the others can't hear. Garcia just laughs.

— What's there? —Morgan asks but no one gives him an answer, keeping the secret between the two girls.

Hotch and JJ returned to their families. Garcia returned home with her boyfriend and what Morgan, Emily and Rossi do on their single nights is a massive mystery most of the time, Maeve and Spencer return to the building they now shared as neighbors.

Maeve shivered from the cold but refused to wear anything more than a sweater, since it's that cold feeling on her skin that reminded her of feeling at home.

— I'm too tired. — Maeve rests her head on Spencer's shoulder as he opens the door to his apartment.

— You are not tired. The sugar in your blood breaks down from challenging Henry to see who could eat the most- quoting you I say : ' gummies without vomities.'

— And I won. —She said smiling proudly. — That makes no sense. — Maeve pouts, feeling that she cannot walk with her own weight. — If you eat sugar, your body should produce more sugar, not decrease it.

— It's like a roller coaster, the higher you go the deeper the fall. The dopamine in your body gave you energy, now you need to counteract what you ate. — Spencer holds Maeve's head, making her move off his shoulder and kissing her forehead while he looks at her. — Eating something will make you feel better, I promise.

— You're hot when you talk like a doctor. —She says with half-closed eyes to which he laughs.

When Maeve enters, she throws herself onto the couch, Spencer follows her with the eyes as she takes off his coat.

— Can we get pizza?

— Not today. — He answered as quickly as he heard the question.

— Please. — She tried to give him the softest look she could.

— How come you don't get tired of pizza? Also, what pizzeria is open at Christmas? — He began to undo the knot of his tie, only to be distracted and not see Maeve because he knew that he would fall for that puppy gaze.

She doesn't respond and for a moment Spencer thinks Maeve has already forgotten about the pizza, but he sees her taking out her phone and pushes her legs to sit next to her.

— Who are you texting?

— Antonio's pizza.

— No, give me that. — In an agile act Spencer takes the phone from him and Maeve extends her hand to take it away but he doesn't allow it.

Maeve has little strength but pushes his arm and hits send to the message with Spencer holding the phone. She smiles and he looks at her seriously, Maeve presses a kiss to his lips keeping her smile.

— I need it or I'm going to die. — She excuses herself by opening her eyes more exaggeratedly.

— You're not going to die.

— You don't know that.

— I wouldn't let you die. — She nods in agreement. — You know, maybe I shouldn't give you your gift for doing that.

— Gift?—She smiles once again.—Did you buy me a gift?

— Mhm. But I guess it's not as good as a pizza. — Spencer said with noticeable sarcasm. How's Christmas been so far?

— Well, we haven't made hot chocolate yet and my boyfriend punishes me by not giving me my gift.

— I thought you were more into coffee. — Spencer decided to ignore the mention of the gift. 

— I am. But in movies people do it.

— And do you want a Christmas like in the movies? — She nods. — I have bad news, They don't have pizza for dinner in the movies.

— Shut up bro.

Maeve pushes her boots to the floor until she is barefoot and stands, shuffling her feet on the wood of the floor, the cold penetrating the socks she was wearing, heading towards Spencer's kitchen and him following her.

— Will you make chocolate?

— I'll try.

She looks at the cocoa powder and starts measuring it into cups. Spencer laughs and hugs Maeve from behind her.

— We can look for a recipe on the internet. — He says.

— It's chocolate. I don't think it's that difficult, we'll do it without help.

She shoves her hands down Spencer's pants and looks for his phone, remembering that hers must be on the couch. She goes through Spencer's playlist and this time she picks music that she knows he will like. It wasn't hard to pick one, she just hit one at random.

A soft melody runs through the place, Where the strings had the least weight in the sound, changing to the rhythm of the highest notes, The musical figures (rounds) indicate the duration of the notes. The boy looks at her with surprise when he sees how she enjoyed it, Maeve pretended to play the piano in the air, She takes exaggerated strides in the kitchen, dancing as if it were some dance recital.

—Did you know that classical music was not designed for dancing but to avoid the presence of silence? Operas and symphonies were a privilege for royalty for a long time. And in fact. . .—Spencer curls his hand near Maeve's tailbone, drawing her in and positioning her straighter. He places his free hand behind the own back.— It dances like this. Y-Your left hand goes on my neck and the other on my chest.

Maeve complies with his instructions, and when her hand touched the opposite chest she could feel his heart beating calmly, the same feeling as a baby's breathing when sleeping.

Maeve and Spencer danced at a slow pace in the kitchen, one step back from Spencer and two steps forward, one turn, one step forward and two steps back from Maeve and the pattern was repeated a couple more times until the song was finished. 

Something catches Maeve's attention, something crashing next to the window, A white frost clings to the glass, Penelope's assumptions were true, The snow was slowly beginning to cover the streets and a smile forms on the girl's lips, Spencer smiles seeing her.

— Do you want to go outside? —He asks her.

Maeve runs back to where she had left her shoes and puts them back on. She grabs the purple scarf that was hanging on the coat rack and Spencer puts her coat back on. She runs down the stairs and he follows her.

Their laughter echoed in the hallways as they tried to jump each step to get to the first floor faster, the neighbors will probably complain about it later. The first to arrive is Maeve, leaving with her head held high watching the sky and the snow fall, Spencer does the same and then looks back at her.

His girlfriend spinning around waiting for the snow to pile up on the streets. Her hair soon became fluffier because of the flakes on her head. Spencer looked at the palm of his hand and how the small particles barely dissolved in the contact of the skin.

Maeve screams when she manages to gather enough snow in her hands, which did not have any kind of protection such as gloves and the temperature made her palms feel frozen, Spencer looks at her as soon as he hears her scream, earning a snowball on his neck.

Spencer's pale skin turns red from the first contact, Maeve covers her mouth trying not to laugh.

Reid had a hard time imagining picking up snow from the street and how dangerous it must be if the snow from the dirty streets accidentally makes contact with his mouth. So the more he thought about hitting back at Maeve the breeze grew stronger strength and the snowfall too, she was able to make another snowball and hit Spencer on the shoulder with it.

— Don't think about it so much! — Maeve tells him, approaching. —It's not fun if I do it alone.

Spencer's mind travels as fast as light imagining a suitable plan, and when Maeve went looking for his best answer of space towards the snow, she gapes at him which makes Spencer automatically regret it and tries to fix his actions and offers his hand to the girl, but she pulls the arm bringing him to the ground with her.

Spencer's fear disappeared as soon as they were next to each other, Maeve was pushing him and trying to bury him in the snow but Spencer was trying to sit up and Maeve was pushing him back to the ground again. It was more difficult for him if he didn't have his cane.

The more it snowed, the more people went into their houses, Except for those two who seemed to enjoy the snow as if they had never done it before, because it was not the season they were experiencing for the first time, It was their carefree hearts enjoying something that no matter how much they tried to recreate it, they would never succeed.

If the boy paid attention he could hear Maeve's muffled laughter despite being covered in snow. Spencer's red eyes hurt from laughing so much, and both of their hands would hurt as soon as they warmed up but their bodies stayed warm as long as they were both hearts are together.