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"Oh my god," Prentiss covered her mouth with her hand as she moaned at the divine taste on her tongue, staring at Harry in shock and awe. "Where did you learn to cook like this? This is the most delicious eggplant parmesan I've ever had. You have to give me the recipe."
There were grunts of agreement from the other women on the team as they did their best to finish swallowing that first bite of perfection. Harry watched them all with amusement in his eyes, his own food untouched. He always waited until his guests had their first bite before starting to eat. The reactions of other people to his food were something that Harry had grown to love. He loved feeding people, seeing how they enjoyed the things he made. From the reactions of JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia, Harry guessed that they were all enjoying the dish.

"Actually, Spencer made this. Mine is still in the oven." The looks of astonishment had Harry chuckling. "You mean Derek and Spencer didn't tell you that I invited them over early to teach them how to cook?" The question was met with heads shaking around the table. "Spencer made this one, and Derek made the one cooling on the counter. They both told me that they are somehow capable of burning water, so I took it upon myself to teach them how to make something from scratch. No one should live on Indian takeout alone."

Spencer's indignant "I eat other things" was drowned out by laughter from the rest of the team. Even Hotch, who had been quiet since showing up, chuckled, a smile hidden by his napkin as he dabbed away tomato sauce from the corner of his mouth. Harry counted that as a win. He wasn't sure if the older man was always as serious as he'd seen in the week since he'd started working with the BAU or if something was going on in the man's life, but Harry was of the firm belief that no one should frown that much. Getting a smile out of Hotch was enough to make the entire night, including Luna's teasing about 'soulmates' worth it.

"My aunt taught me to cook when I was young. Nothing this elaborate, though. My relatives prefered blander foods to the more flavorful ones. This recipe actually came from a friend of mine, during my training. His grandmother was a firm believer in doing the cooking herself, and Neville had a garden where he grew the best eggplant. I was visiting them on holiday and they taught me how to make it. I've changed things around since, but most of it is their original recipe. Luna grows our eggplant in the garden out back."

"Neville sent the seeds over with us when we moved," Luna chimed in as she fed Albus a bite of the dish, cut up to the appropriate size. "All I have to do is make sure that weeds stay out of the garden and everything else sort of falls into place. Harry likes having the fresh produce, and I enjoy not having to go to the market for everything."

"I wish I could have a garden," Prentiss bemoaned as she cut another bite of the dish. "I miss having fresh vegetables. Anything I buy just goes to waste while we're out on a case. If it isn't frozen, it doesn't make it much past a few days."

"I have some preservation bags that lengthen the lifespan of your produce, if you would like, all of you." Luna smiled serenely when Harry shot her a warning look. He knew that the bags she was talking about were charmed. Giving any magical object to muggles was a risky move. Still, he trusted Luna to know what she was talking about. "We always keep spares around. They'll help your produce stay fresh for up to two weeks. They work great on meat as well."

JJ, Prentiss, and Hotch all murmured awkward thanks at the offer. Each one of them, now that Haley had moved out of Hotch's house, had discovered the inability to keep fresh food with their jobs. Single serve frozen entrees made up most of their diets when they were at home, if they didn't just order takeout instead. For Hotch, who had grown accustomed to Haley being there and having fresh food when he was home, the typical diet of the BAU was a shock to his system. He'd tried to have fresh food in the house, only to come home from this last case and find it all rotted away.

"That's one thing I'm still adjusting to," Harry mentioned. "Back in London, I rarely traveled for the job, so all of the fast food and frozen meals are a shock to my system. I've been cooking things that can be reheated for Luna and the kids, so that they have something to eat while I'm gone. Luna's a good cook, but her recipes are a little adventurous for the kids, especially since James is going through a new picky phase every few weeks. It's best to stick to what we know the kids like for now. When James grows out of the pickiness, I'm hoping to try a few new recipes I've found. I just don't want food to go to waste, so I haven't tried them yet."

JJ nodded her understanding, reaching over Garcia to grab the parmesan cheese, "It took me three months to adjust to the restrictions on my cooking. If I want to make something when we are home, I have to make sure there aren't any leftovers, or they never get eaten. If it weren't for our required gym time, I don't know what I would do. Frozen dinners aren't exactly the healthiest thing in the world."

The rest of the team agreed with her as they ate their food, more focused on the delicious meal than they were on the conversation. There were a few more comments on the meal before Reid looked up, focusing his attention on Harry, who sat just to his right. He watched the smaller man cut up more of the meal for James before licking his lips and speaking. "What is your favorite type of food to cook?"

Taking a drink of water, Harry cocked his head to the side, thinking abou it. Finally, he set the glass down and glanced over at Spencer, green eyes sparkling just a bit. "I'm not sure. I've been favoring Italian as of late, but there are so many different cultures, so many dishes that are delicious. I've been looking into learning some more Eastern European recipes, things that are heartier, for the winter. During the spring and summer I stick to Mediterranean foods, lighter fare so that I don't feel bogged down, but with cold weather coming up, it's high time I start finding something that sticks to the bones just a bit more."

"I would have thought that, growing up in England, you would have quite the collection of hearty recipes," Spencer commented conversationally. "Aren't most traditional recipes hearty?"

"They are," Harry nodded, handing James his plate. "However, I do not like most traditional English recipes. Growing up with relatives who refused to try anything new, I guess I started to resent the dishes that they always had me preparing. I love trying new foods, making new recipes. Anything that I can make using the vegetables and fruits that we grow in the garden is good with me. I love fresh food. Processed stuff just sits heavy in my stomach."

"Have you tried any traditional Spanish recipes yet? They're usually heartier than Greek or some Italian, but they have the benefit of calling for fresh ingredients." Hotch nudged Garcia, nodding his head to the almost empty casserole dish. "Will you pass that over here, please, Garcia?"

"Sure thing, Bossman." Garcia handed over the dish, taking it back from Hotch after he took the last serving and put it on his plate. "I'll just go get the next pan, I think we're going to need it."

Grunts of agreement met her as she made her way into the kitchen, Harry's answer to Hotch's question following her out.

"I have a paella recipe that I want to try. I just haven't found the time to make it yet. We've been introducing the kids to seafood though, so I think that sometime next week, if we don't get a case, I'm going to try it. I haven't looked at any other Spanish recipes yet, but I'll keep that in mind. I was actually considering attempting some Mexican food this week. I've never had it before, but the recipes look easy enough. Are they terribly spicy?"
"That depends on how you make it," Morgan said. "I can show you a few pointers, if you want. I may not be able to cook myself, but I've watched my moms enough times to know what's spicy and what's not. We can go to the store together and I'll give you a spin through the spices you'll need."

"Harry would love that, wouldn't you, Harry? You're so much better at the shopping than I am, after all." Everyone but Harry missed the calculating spark in Luna's eyes as she suggested it. When Harry glared at her, she just winked at him. "It'll be good for you, to go yourself. You know that you learn best in hands-on situations."

"Thank you, Derek, for the offer. Maybe we can trade off lessons. You teach me about spice and I'll teach you how to cook for yourself." Harry glanced over at Spencer. "You too. You're both perfectly capable in the kitchen if you focus hard enough. Look at how much everyone loves what you made. Maybe next week I'll teach you some of the recipes I've made up."

"You make up your own recipes?" Spencer stared at Harry in awe, the excitement of learning something new clearly written all over his face. "What sort of recipes have you made? What's your process when you're making up recipes? Do you experiment with recipes that already exist or do you start from scratch?"

"Slow down, Pretty Boy," Morgan chuckled at Spencer, slinging an arm around his shoulder, "Give the kid some time to answer your first question before you overwhelm him with a million others. Not everyone thinks as fast as you do."

Harry himself was chuckling, and had to take a drink before he could answer Spencer's question, setting down his fork so that he could gesture with his hands. It wasn't something he did often, but when he was talking about cooking, Harry often found himself pantomiming the actions. "I only have a couple that are ready for sharing with other people, both chicken dishes. I like mixing chicken with fruit when I cook. I think it makes it lighter, not to mention the great flavors. One of them, my favorite winter dish, is a chicken with pomegranate sauce. It's difficult to make simply because it's time consuming to get all the pomegranate seeds, but it's worth it. The other one is a fun summer dish. It's pistachio chicken with raspberry sauce. Luna actually suggested it, and I'm glad she did. All of the boys love it. I kept some raspberries frozen, should I decide to make it this winter."

As he spoke, his hands pantomimed the deseeding of a pomegranate and the stirring of sauce, noticed by everyone around the table. Harry had already, in the week that he had worked at the BAU, proven that he prefered to express himself with words over actions, so to see him gesturing so animatedly was new for the team. Every single one of the profilers watched the change in the air around him with fascination. It was like talking about cooking allowed Harry to become someone else, someone more relaxed than what they had seen this week at the office. Luna noted that none of them were more interested than Morgan and Reid, something which pleased her to no end. She loved being right.

"Marry me," Garcia got out before taking another bite of her food. "If you cook everything like this, just marry me now and we'll retire together. I haven't eaten this good since the last time I went home."
Blushing, Harry shook his head, his unruly bangs covering his forehead as he ducked it down. "Actually, I… I don't think I'm so interested in women, Garcia. Sorry. I mean, Ginny, Ginny was one thing, an amazing person, and I loved her, but… well, when you marry straight out of secondary school you don't get much time to figure out what you truly like, do you?" His face was red as he admitted that, his eyes lowered to his plate so that he couldn't see Luna's satisfied look as he said it. "Looking back now, I'm not so sure I would have made the same choices if I hadn't had the pressure I had to marry Ginny. I'm not gay but… I think bi might be more accurate."

"That's okay," Garcia didn't miss a beat. "You can just marry my cocoa pop and I'll move in with you. That way you can still cook for me."

Harry coughed at that, his blush reddening even further. "I-I…"

"Relax, Little Chef, she's teasing you. Aren't you, Baby Girl?" There was just a small hint of steel in Morgan's voice. He was all for teasing his teammates, but Harry was a new addition and they had no idea how much teasing he could take before it became too much. "Usually Garcia doesn't start suggesting I marry someone until the third team date."

"Of course not, Honey Buns. But in two team dates, all bets are off." Everyone laughed at Garcia and at the increasingly red blush on Harry's face. Seeing Harry's blush, Garcia stood up and moved around the table, wrapping her arms around him. "Look how adorable he is when he's blushing. He's just as cute as our Boy Genius. I just want to keep him forever."

"That's enough, Garcia."

At Hotch's statement, Garcia let go of Harry without any more fuss, returning to her seat. She took a sip of water before glancing over at him, calmer this time. "So, Luna mentioned something about you baking? Is it true you make the best chocolate cake in the world?"

"You'll just have to find out, won't you?" Harry grinned at her as he finished his food, setting aside his plate. "I've been baking since I was ten. I'd like to think that I have a few good recipes, but the boys are all fans of my chocolate cake. Teddy says it's better than his grandmother's. I got the recipe from my former mother in law, but I changed a few things around, made it smaller. I don't have nine people to feed on a regular basis, so I don't usually make as much as I did tonight. I had to make the full recipe today, since we have the whole team here."

"If the cake is as good as Luna made it out to be, you might have to marry me," JJ teased. "There are a lot of things a girl will do for a man who bakes good chocolate cake."

Garcia and Prentiss mumbled their agreement as everyone finished their food, all of them sitting back with a satisfied groan. It was rare that the BAU sat down together and took the time to eat a meal this filling, this delicious. Usually their team dinners were around a conference table in a backwoods police station, not in one of their houses. Maybe twice a year they were able to have a barbeque at one of their houses, but sit down dinners like this were rare, rare and treasured. Having the team together like this was why they clicked as well as they did, why they worked better together than most teams in the FBI did.

"I don't know if I could eat dessert after all that food. I might need to go out back and run a few laps in your yard," Derek placed his hands on his stomach in an over exaggerated manner. "If I'd known that something I made could taste like that, I would have learned how to cook right a long time ago. That was delicious."

"We could go out back and have a quick game of football while we digest," Harry suggested, "British football, not American."

"Soccer, dude," Morgan laughed. "I could play some soccer. It's been a while since we got a chance to play a game of soccer together. I think the last time was before Jack was born."

Everyone else nodded their agreement both to the time that had passed and the suggestion, each of them picking up their plates and making their way into the kitchen. It was quickly agreed upon that dishes could wait until after dessert, so once they were in the sink, everyone found their way into the backyard.

Harry's backyard was a thing of pride for the young wizard. Other than the charms around the garden beds, he hadn't used magic in any of the landscaping or remodeling. The sliding glass doors in the kitchen opened onto a wooden patio, flowerbeds built into the sides. The beds were currently empty of growing flowers, though Harry had decorated them with pumpkins and other squash for the fall season. On the deck was a wooden farm table, stained to match the wood of the deck. The table was covered in chalk and kids toys, clearly a place where the boys spent a good deal of time when they were home. Tucked away just below the deck, where the boys couldn't get to it, was a grill, only used once since they moved in. Harry had never grilled before, but it was something that he'd wanted to try. Down the three stairs into the yard brought them onto the carefully manicured grass where a soccer net rested at the end. To the right side of the yard were the garden beds, winter crops planted and growing. To the left was a swing set where Teddy had already led his brothers, carefully placing them on a double swing and starting to push them. Harry picked up the ball and turned to face his team.

"So how are we going to do this? Are we going to elect team captains and split up or what?"

"Captains are good," Hotch said, standing at Harry's side. "You and I will be the captains. Why don't you go first?"

"Okay," Harry nodded, surveying the gathered adults. "Luna, you're on my team."

Luna skipped over to Harry's side and leaned in to whisper in his ear as Hotch took his time picking his first teammate. When he selected Morgan, no one was surprised. Hotch and Morgan were by far the most talented, athletically speaking. Harry quickly selected Prentiss, followed by Hotch picking JJ. With Garcia and Reid left, everyone was surprised when Harry selected Reid. Garcia, though she did not look like it, was quite the soccer player. Still, Harry seemed pleased with his team. Teams set out, the game began.

From the start, the game was far more physical than a friendly game of football should be. Morgan and Harry were the most aggressive, each of them bumping into the other as they rushed to steal the ball. When Harry intercepted a pass between Hotch and Garcia, Morgan ran up and grabbed him around the waist, picking him up and kicking the ball to Garcia. Not even five minutes later, Harry bulldozed Morgan to steal the ball and kick it into the net.

At some point in time, the game became less about the teams and more about watching Harry and Morgan fight each other for the ball. The height difference between them made the physical altercation all the more hilarious, and soon the rest of the team was sitting on the sidelines, watching as Harry and Morgan did their best to wrestle the ball away from each other. Where Morgan prefered to physically move Harry out of his way, Harry would dive down below Morgan's feet, bumping the ball out of the taller man's reach. Both of them were overly competitive, doing their very best to outdo the other one. By the time they finally stopped playing, everyone else had long since moved to the deck with the kids, watching the two men who were panting from their exertion.

No one noticed the speculative gleam in Reid's eyes or the pleased gleam in Luna's eyes as Harry and Morgan joined the team up on the deck. Harry wiped the sweat out of his eyes and held his dry hand out to Morgan to shake. "Good game. We should play again sometime."

"I don't know, Little Chef. You play pretty dirty when you want to. I might have to find something else to beat you at." Morgan wiped his brow on his sleeve, extending his other hand and grasping Harry's in it. "Do you play hockey? I'd love to see you on the ice."

"Harry's an excellent skater," Luna said dreamily. "He hasn't played hockey before but he has an ability to pick up almost any sport with no trouble. You should try it, Harry. I think you would have fun."

"Right then," Harry rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around at everyone, "So who wants cake?"