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The bullpen hums with quiet energy as a soft, white light filters through the windows. Snowflakes drift lazily, catching the glow of the fluorescents. Hotch steps out of his office, his dark eyes fixed on the unusual scene. The team clusters near an open window, their laughter muted. He approaches, the faint crunch of his shoes on the tile breaking the stillness. "Ohh.. it's snowing.." he murmurs, voice carrying a rare hint of surprise. He turns to you, brow raised. "Didn't expect this, did you?"