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Emily Prentiss POV:

"Welcome back," Reid says to Harris with his small smile.

She grins, "Thanks, Reid. It's good to see you again."

I'm watching from the counter at the back of the room as I pour myself a cup of coffee. Warm mug in hand, I walk back towards the desks.

"Well, I for one am glad to have someone as beautiful as you with us." Morgan said to her.

I smack him on the back of the head with my free hand. "Ignore him. He never managed to get me, so..." I say with a smirk in his direction.

"One day, Prentiss," he says with a smile.

"Mhmm," I say absentmindedly as I walk over to Harris's desk, my attention on the box of her things sitting on the edge. I pick up the coffee mug sitting on top. It's all black with the white silhouette of the New York City skyline.

"What part of Manhattan are you from?" I look over at her.

"I never said I was from Manhattan."

"Yeah, I may have read your file."

She returns my smile with one of her own and I hear Morgan chuckling behind me.

"In my defense, Garcia sent it to all of us. She likes to, uh, be prepared," I say carefully.

"To be fair, I might've done my own research." She said and I froze, if she read the file on me she also must've found the one on Leah.

I walk over to my desk and sit in the chair, leaning back with my feet up on my desk.

I watch Harris unpack her things as Garcia walks into the office. Harris was turned away and didn't noticed her yet. Garcia looks at me with uncertainty.

Is that her? She mouths as she points discreetly. I give a nod and watch Garcia's features widen into a smile.

"Um, Agent Harris?" Harris turns around as Garcia sticks her hand out, fully smiling now. "Penelope Garcia, Tech Analyst. It's so nice to meet you!"

Harris smiles as she takes Garcia's hand, "You too. And please, just call me Charlotte."

Garcia nods and smiles. "Oh! I have something for you."

Garcia pulls a small figurine out of her pocket. "It's tradition," I explain.

"When Garcia joined, she gave us all some little figurine or pen or whatever." I look at the raven figurine sitting on my desk, and the shark one sitting beside it that was Leah's. "She spent like an hour picking which one to give you."

"It was not an hour," Garcia says glancing back at me. I smirk. "Okay, it might've been close to an hour," she says mumbles.

She takes the small figurine from Garcia. It's of a cat standing on its hind legs, a grass skirt around its waist and a ukulele in its hands.

"I love it. Thank you," Harris says, holding it up.

"She gave me a turtle playing chess," Reid says with a smile as he holds up a figurine of a turtle wearing glasses and bent over a chessboard.

Just then JJ enters the bullpen, a large stack of files in her hands. "Sorry to break up the fun," she says as she begins to distribute them.

She hands me three files. "The one on top is pretty bad," she says quietly.

"How bad?"

"They don't know which pieces belong to which person yet." I look up sharply, concern etched into my features. "Good luck," she sighs before moving on to Reid.