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❝ EPILOGUE! ❞
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FIVE YEARS LATER. . .

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﹙ APRIL 25TH, 2023 ﹚

     TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK.

     The concept of time is very fascinating. One day, we will have all the time in the world; the next, it's as if it never existed. Time is an allusion we create to supersede the truth that we willingly let life slip past us unnoticed. Sometimes, time is the puppet master of sin.

     Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock.

     To Cara Valentine, it always felt as if the hands of a clock were mocking her—jeering and sneering from where they were positioned above her head. The hands taunted her with their never-ending knowledge of the world and what was in store for her.

     Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock.

     Well, at least that's how she used to feel. Ultimately, time itself changed her mindset.

     Isn't it ironic? How one of her many tormentors became her biggest defender and fan?

     Cara liked to think so.

     A pale white clock was nailed to one of the grey walls of the eight-by-ten interrogation room. The hands clicked with each second, getting louder and louder every time they moved the slightest centimeter.

     Cara listened to the sound of the clock's heartbeat. No other sound existed until the black door was opened. It was located to the left of the two-way glass that reflected Cara's image to her.

     The hollow black metal chair opposite her moved, and a woman with straightened, shoulder-length grey hair sat down. She stared at Cara for a moment before speaking.

     "How's it going?"

     Cara blinked and lowered her gaze. "How'd you know I'd be in here?"

     Emily Prentiss, the BAU's new Unit Chief and previous BAU member, shrugged loosely. "Figured you wanted to go somewhere to hide and decompress. What's on your mind?"

     It was no secret that the brunette was just as stressed out as the rest of the team. The last few months, since September, if one wanted to get specific, had been intense. However, she had a few things consuming her that the others didn't.

     Cara pressed her lips together and sat back in her chair. "The job offer from the D.E.A.," she sighed, watching her friend and superior mimic her previous actions.

     Nothing further needed to be added. Emilly knew exactly what she was referring to. It'd been weighing her down since February, and Cara had until mid-May to decide.

     The entire team knew Cara had been offered a new job at the D.E.A. It'd been something that was tabled as a group after Emily and Cruz delivered the news. Since that discussion in February with Spencer and Matt joining via a joint phone call, Cara hadn't mentioned the offer.

     It didn't need to be said that Cara's possible departure from the BAU and F.B.I. was unnervingly plausible.

     Hotch had returned to law and taken the role of a prosecutor at the Superior Court of the District of Columbia in Washington. After so many years at the BAU, he ultimately decided in the Fall of twenty-nineteen, months before the COVID-19 virus and pandemic took place, that he wanted to focus more on family seeing as Jack was getting older. He didn't want to miss out further than he had. Despite leaving the BAU, he maintained active contact with the team, predominantly Rossi and Cara.

     His resignation led to Emily landing the position of Unit Chief and moving back to Virginia. Penelope had left the BAU in early twenty-twenty and returned two years later, but she would likely prioritize herself and her mental health above being a team member again. Rossi was taking a week off starting two days ago, thanks to Cara, following the unit's most recent and current case that had engulfed Rossi and added to his declining mental health. He'd been drowning in grief since the passing of his third wife, whom he remarried, Krystal, and was now also drowning in hallucinations of their latest UnSub that only Cara knew about. Suffice it to say, he needed a break, and Cara made him take one.

     Matt and Spencer were on assignment together at an undisclosed location. Both left at the end of September last year and were still gone. They came home for the holidays, but that was the most anyone had seen of them.

     Overall, people were beginning to move on and embrace new opportunities. It made sense that Cara might find a new job intriguing, even if she'd only been back at the BAU for a little more than three years.

     "You and Reid have talked about it... right?" Emily checked, raising an eyebrow.

     Cara instantly nodded. "Yes. We have. He wants me to do what's best and choose what I want to do. He supports me regardless of what decision I make. The D.E.A. Headquarters is in Arlington, so we wouldn't have to relocate. I..." she paused and tried to construct a comprehensible sentence. A million thoughts were racing through her head. "I'm hesitant to leave. After everything this team and the F.B.I. have done for me, I've grown attached, and I don't want my taking on a new job to come across as ungrateful because it's not."

     As she spoke, Emily nodded along. "Do you mind if I give my two cents on the matter?"

     "Please," Cara breathed, running a hand through her hair. At this point, she would take any advice she could get. Her therapy sessions with Vanessa surrounding this topic had been both helpful and not.

     "You've been at the BAU and F.B.I. long enough to where people will know if you leave, it's because you were offered a great opportunity, not because you're ungrateful. I believe you should consider taking it." Emily folded her hands. "Also, if you do, you and Spencer can get married without Bureau protocols standing in the way."

     Co-workers dating in the same unit was prohibited at the F.B.I., but Spencer and Cara managed to get away with it for over three years without a hiccup. Nobody at the BAU took an issue with it and minded their business. The only obstacle Cara and Spencer encountered along the way was the topic of marriage.

     With a slice of pepperoni pizza in one hand and a book in the other, Cara lay flat on her back on the couch, chewing silently. The sound of Beethoven playing on the record player echoed throughout the apartment, and she hummed along to the melody.

     All was quiet.

     Across the living room, on the adjacent sofa, sat Spencer Reid, who continuously glanced from his book to the brunette. He'd been so distracted looking at her that he had yet to turn the page. He'd been stuck on page ninety-seven for ten minutes and eleven seconds.

     "Spen?"

     Blinking, he cleared his throat. "Hmm?"

     "Is there any particular reason why you keep staring at me?"

     His face flushed, and he averted his eyes to the page in front of him. "No. No. You just look really pretty," he replied. In his peripheral vision, he could see Cara placing down her slice of pizza and book. She pressed the palms of her hands to the couch cushions and sat up.

     "Thank you, but out with it." Their eyes locked. "How many times do I have to tell you I know when something is up?"

     "Uh... enough times until I stop second-guessing what's on my mind? Or until you stop kissing me after every time you ask?"

     "Hilarious. Cut your cheeky shit and speak."

     Sighing, Spencer set the book aside and got up. Cara watched inquisitively as he came and sat next to her. Taking her hands in his, he squeezed softly. Immediately, she returned the gesture.

     "This... us," he motioned between them, "this is what you want, like, forever, right?"

     Cara nodded, growing heavily concerned about where this was headed. "Yes."

     Taking a deep breath, Spencer mentally and emotionally prepared himself for her reaction. "As a kid and adult... I... I was never sure if I was going to get married or want to..." Cara's brows raised significantly high, and her heart paused. "I thought I might with Maeve, but I was unsure. I didn't know for certain that marriage was something I wanted or saw myself realistically having... until you."

     A tense silence filled the apartment. Neither spoke for six seconds.

     Spencer opened his mouth to continue. "These last... T-These last..." Cara watched him struggle to get the words out. It was obvious that he was nervous and intimidated to have this conversation with her. So she leaned forward and kissed his nose and chin, hoping it would aid in calming him a bit. It did. His shoulders sank, and he relaxed. There was nothing to worry about.

     "These last four years, even before that, have been amazing. Better than anything I could ask for. You are better than anything I could ever ask for. I want this... us... you—"

     The sentence and thought were never finished as Cara had placed her lips over Spencer's, silencing him completely. This was the only instance where she cut him off from talking—whenever she wanted to kiss him. And Spencer never cared when she did because it was one of his favorite things.

     Cara moved closer and cradled his face in her hands. Immediately, he embraced her touch and forgot what he was even talking about. Slowly, the pair fell into sync, their lips moving slowly.

     Before either got too carried away, Cara forced herself to reel back. She didn't want Spencer to get the impression that her kissing him was her way of dodging the topic of marriage and ignoring his thoughts and feelings.

     "Yes," she whispered, tucking strands of curly brown hair behind his ears. As she went to address the topic, he chased after her lips and kissed her. A giggle escaped, and she broke into a smile, effectively breaking off the kiss. "Yes, Spen."

     Spencer tilted his head, etching the image of her smiling at him into his brain. "Yes, what?" he asked, impulsively kissing her nose and chin.

     Nearly every time she cut him off with a kiss, he forgot about their previous conversation. It was winsome.

     Cara's face blanked, and she gave him a 'are-you-serious-right-now' look. Spencer blinked. "I've never seen myself married or having a family for obvious reasons. It never seemed realistic until the last few years... with you," she said, observing how quickly he blushed. "We have Purple and Wentworth, practically live at each other's apartments, work as one unit, do nearly everything imaginable together... I can't and don't imagine a life or future without you. So, yes."

     The speed of Spencer's heart rate quickened. "Yes to... to marriage?" he stammered, wanting to make sure he understood her correctly. If he misinterpreted her words, they would be on two different pages, and he didn't want that.

     Cara nodded, absentmindedly tracing his jaw with her thumb. This wasn't a conversation she anticipated having today, but she welcomed it nonetheless. It wasn't a subject or idea she hadn't considered over the years. She'd given it a lot of thought but never shared her views until now.

     "Due to our shared profession, it will have to wait. F.B.I. protocol regarding romantic interpersonal relationships in the same unit and whatnot. When the day comes, though, I will say, "I do." As long as it's something you want, too. I'm all in. I always have been."

     It'd been a year since they had the marriage talk and a year since they decided to get married once one of them no longer worked in the BAU unit. By Cara taking the D.E.A. position, they'd finally be able to.

     However, as far as she knew, neither had told their friends about this decision or development. It'd been a mutual agreement that the news would stay hidden until the time came. Only Rossi knew since Spencer consulted with him prior to the discussion, but Cara knew Rossi hadn't told anyone. So, how did Emily know?

     When this question crossed Cara's mind, Emily added, "It doesn't take a genius with an I.Q. of one-hundred-and-eighty-seven to figure out that the two of you have been more than ready to take that next step for a while now. Also, you've been wearing that shiny ring on your right ring finger instead of your left for, what, ten months?"

     Cara glanced down at her interlocked hands. A gold band decorated with alternating blue and clear diamonds sat on her right ring finger. Spencer had surprised her with the engagement ring two months after the discussion. They collectively decided Cara would wear it on her right ring finger. It would only be switched to the left when one of them decided to leave or left the BAU.

     "Uh, yes, ten months is correct... Do you pay that much attention to my hands?" Cara asked, lifting her stare.

     Emily snorted. "I only noticed when you brought me donuts that one day."

     "Ah, yes. It was the day of your first meeting with Davis, and you came back from it pissed as hell."

     The last name Davis was in reference to Attorney General Louise Davis—also known as one of the biggest thorns in the F.B.I., BAU, and Emily's side. Not many people had a favorable opinion of Davis, and most had a lot to say about her. Subjectively, Cara respected the woman but didn't give two shits about her or her orders. Everything she did was so heavily politically motivated that it almost made her seem inhuman when it came to allowing the BAU to operate effectively and successfully help victims and families.

     "And I continue to come back from them pissed as hell," Emily said, nodding adamantly. "Davis is the gift that keeps on giving."

     "I'd like to give her away, to be frank," Cara replied.

     "Just like the Director."

     "Oh, yes. Him, too. I'd love to give him away."

     "If only Gold Star would take him out."

     There it was.

     "Speaking of Gold Star..." Cara started, receiving a look she didn't often get—it was one telling her to tread lightly. Both women knew where this was headed. Out of the entire team, the only ones with the nerve to say something directly to Emily were Rossi and Cara. "Em, you missed Penelope's birthday party. Morgan and Hotch did, too, but they were out of town. Listen, I've endorsed your pursuit of Gold Star and helped; regardless, stop allowing it to consume you. Please. We are all watching as it's slowly choking the life out of you. Don't lose yourself finding Gold Star."

     Emily pressed her lips together and glanced away. "I have to find him, Cara."

     Inhaling deeply, Cara frowned. "And you will," she said, eventually catching her eye. "Don't rely on anger and vengeance to fuel you. Find him because he's a serial killer and rogue government assassin, not because you have a bone to pick and a guilty conscience."

     Nothing further needed to be added. Both of them knew what she was referencing. Better yet, who—the deceased Deputy Director Douglas Bailey.

     "So, how is Spencer? I haven't been able to get in touch with him much since the holidays."

     The quick change of topic didn't go unnoticed, and Cara gave her a pointed look that was ignored.

     "He's consumed by the assignment he and Matt are on," Cara answered, allowing the switch to happen. It wouldn't do anyone any good if she kept pressing the issue. "From what he's told me, it's been intense, and I have no idea when he'll be back. The only time I get to speak to him is on Tuesday during lunch over the phone. We try to keep in touch via text, too, but it's difficult."

     "You two will figure it out, and he'll be back before you know it," Emily responded, giving her a tiny smile. "Speaking of lunch, Luke should be back with ours by now."

     Cara rolled her eyes, standing up. "He better fucking be. He left over an hour ago."

     "Traffic can't be that bad."

     "On a Tuesday at twelve-seventeen, it shouldn't be."

     The pair left the interrogation room, and Emily closed the door. She was about to walk away when she paused, her hand hovering above the doorknob. Flashes of Elias Voit and Director Madison's conversation repeatedly played in her brain. Flashes of her and Bailey's last conversation appeared.

     Unbeknownst to her, Cara was experiencing similar flashbacks. A frown was tugging at the corners of her lips.

     The BAU was struggling to keep its head above water and would fight until it couldn't do it anymore. It was just a matter of when and how much more could everybody take.

     "It won't do us any good reminiscing on the scintillating conversation those two fuckheads had," Cara sighed, breaking the silence.

     Emily blinked and briefly looked at the ceiling, regrouping. "No, it won't. Let's go."

     At that, she turned around and walked out of the waiting room. Cara followed.

     Shortly, they arrived in the BAU lobby and headed toward the bullpen. As they approached the closed glass doors, Cara remembered that Spencer never responded to her text from yesterday, asking if their lunch date was still happening.

     "Hey, Em," she called, falling behind. Emily looked over her shoulder and saw the brunette standing in the center of the empty lobby. "I'll meet you inside in a minute. I'm going to call Spencer."

     A set of thumb-ups was sent her way. "Sounds good. Tell him we miss him."

     Once Emily was out of earshot, Cara pressed number one on her speed dial and brought her phone to her ear. Her foot began tapping on the foot anxiously. The call rang for eight seconds before it stopped.

     "Ara, hey!" Spencer answered breathlessly on the other line.

     "Hey!" Cara said, subconsciously smiling. All it took was his voice to brighten her mood drastically. "I-I know you've been especially busy these last two weeks with the assignment. I just... I wanted to touch base on lunch today."

     A car honked in the background, and Spencer cleared his throat. "Yeah, yes. I saw your text and was going to reply. I got carried away with what's going on over here. We're still good for lunch today! I'm really looking forward to it."

     Cara's smile grew, and she looked at her loafers. "Me, too. I miss you. Everyone here misses you, too."

     "I miss you and everyone so much." There was an awkward lull of silence, and she thought the call dropped for a second. "Hey, uh, I'm out right now. I'm so sorry, Ara. Can I call you back at our scheduled time?"

     Immediately, she nodded and lifted her head. "Yes, of course. Be safe."

     "You, too!"

     The call's duration stared at Cara and she sighed. Well, twenty-six seconds was better than zero. At least she knew their lunch date was a go. That's all she was looking forward to.

     Until then, it was time to review files regarding Elias Voit's wife and children with JJ.

     So, she put one foot in front of the other and pushed the glass doors open. There wasn't a second to breathe or locate any of her teammates. Penelope appeared out of thin air and grabbed Cara by the arm without warning, dragging her to the kitchen.

     "What the hell are you doing?!" Cara exclaimed, ripping her arm away. "Are you in one of those moods where you miss—"

     "Don't say his name," Penelope hissed, glancing around the bullpen to make sure other agents weren't listening. There was no one there, most agents had left for lunch. "But yes, I am in one of those moods. That's why I gathered all my lovely ladies."

     Earlier that year and earlier in the Sicarious case, Penelope started "accidentally" seeing Tyler Green—a material witness in the Sicarious case and now a consultant with the BAU. Recently, she had to cut things off with him for good and was trying to move on. However, that was proving difficult with him now being a consultant.

     Smoothing out the sleeve of her dress, Cara glanced up to see JJ and Emily with them. Both were holding cups of coffee. Someone was missing, though...

     "Where's Tara?"

     "Bathroom," JJ answered, brushing her hair over her shoulders.

     Cara grimaced, having an idea of what was going on. "Rebecca?"

     "Yeah... The whole "working-with-your-ex-girlfriend-while-being-mature-and-acting-like-you-don't-love-and-miss-her" thing isn't going great," JJ sighed, sharing a knowing look with the other women. "It's killing her knowing Rebecca's in the same building as her."

     "It'll get easier. It just takes time," Emily said, checking the time on her wristwatch.

     Penelope caught the movement and nodded. "Mm-hmm. I noticed it, too. Luke is late with lunch again." All attention swiveled to her. "That's, like, the third time in two weeks!"

     Furrowing her eyebrows, JJ tilted her head. "Have you been keeping track?"

     "Uh, yeah," Penelope said, nodding again. "I notice when my food is cold before it even graces my presence. This is about to be the third time, and he knows it."

     A smirk pulled at Cara's lips, and she folded her arms over her chest. "You know what could help you move on from Tyler?"

     There was a gasp; Penelope was appalled. "Rose, I said don't say his name!"

     Cara rolled her eyes and ignored her response. "You and Luke need to get things over with and kiss already. That would help," she shrugged, also ignoring how offended the analyst was.

     In the background, Tara quietly entered the bullpen wearing a satchel with her heels in one hand and a bouquet of golden yellow daffodils in the other. A mischievous gleam was in her eyes and she was grinning. After all the bullshit she and the team went and were going through, one of them deserved a moment of happiness. Tara was glad it was Cara.

     JJ noticed Spencer walking silently and slowly into the room after Tara, a smile also on his face. She briefly made eye contact with Emily and rolled her lips together to keep from smiling and ruining the plan.

     "I cannot... You... T-That would never happen," Penelope gasped, adamantly shaking her head. A furious blush took over her face at the mere thought of her and Luke kissing. "We tried going on a date, and it was so super duper awkward and weird. It's not right! Besides, even if we did, it could ruin everything, and by everything I mean everything."

     Tilting her head, Cara squinted her eyes. "That's a little hyperbolic."

     Penelope was quick to disagree. "No. No, it's not! Like, like, if we dated, we couldn't be on the same team or unit. You and Spencer make it work, of course, but I couldn't do it and this team needs me. Without my kick-ass ninja hacking skills, everyone would be SOL. Who else can do what I do? Nobody, that's who. And what about Luke?"

     "You've really done some serious thinking on this, huh?" JJ remarked, pivoting toward the analyst.

     "Of course, I have," Penelope said dismissively, as if that should be common knowledge. "Luke could get in so much trouble or lose his job—"

     "Okay, that's a little extreme—" Emily was cut off.

     "His reputation could be ruined somehow and I don't want that to be because of me. He can ruin it on his own accord, but I won't be part of that. Also, if we kissed or dated and things ended terribly, our friendship would be ruined and I actually cherish our friendship."

     Maybe Cara should've kept that thought to herself... She accidentally unlocked Pandora's box.

     JJ, Emily, and Cara blinked with blank facial expressions. Penelope was talking at a rapid pace, her words almost strewn together.

     "Obviously, he doesn't know that, but why should he? I like our dynamic how it is. Kissing or dating or any of it would ruin that!"

     "You already said that last part," JJ pointed out, but she was ignored.

     Cara exasperatedly dragged a hand down the side of her face. She should've known her comment would bring about a tangent. Now, she was regretting it and getting a mild headache.

     Unfortunately, Penelope kept going.

     "What's even worse is that if it ended terribly, he might hate me! I don't like people hating me; I like being on neutral, preferably good, terms with people. We know this."

     Behind the four women, Tara and Spencer watched with amusement. Spencer had his lips pressed together, trying not to laugh at how irritated Cara was becoming. Meanwhile, Tara rolled her eyes and put her shoes on the ground. Off to her right, Luke was doing his best to enter the bullpen without making a sound. He was carrying five bags of food from different restaurants and a coffee tray with two to-go cups.

     Quickly, Tara placed the bouquet of daffodils on a desk. She tiptoed around Spencer and helped Luke set everything on a nearby desk. Then, she returned to her original spot and picked up the bouquet.

     "So, yes. Yes, a kiss would ruin everything," Penelope finally sighed, practically out of breath.

     Over her and Cara's shoulder, Emily made eye contact with Spencer. As discreetly as she could, she nodded.

     That was the cue to go ahead.

     "I need an Advil," Cara grumbled, massaging her temples.

     Creases broke along Penelope's forehead. "Why?" she asked, oblivious to her best friend's aggravation.

     "'Cause you're making my fucking head hurt!"

     She gasped, placing a hand on her heart. "What?! How?"

     Before Cara could respond, her phone started ringing. Thank God. She pulled it out and saw Spencer's name flashing across the screen. Her eyebrows drew in, confused, and answered.

     "Hey. It's not one-fifteen yet."

     Feet away, Spencer held his phone to his ear. "I know," he said a little louder than usual. "I was thinking we could have our lunch date early today."

     The sound of Spencer's voice coming from behind made her freeze and her breath hitch. Her heart rate sped up, running faster than it had in years. There's no way... Inhaling sharply, she hung up and slowly turned around, eyes wide.

     Penelope broke into a smile and grabbed onto JJ's arm for support, who was also smiling. Emily leaned forward and wordlessly took Cara's phone out of her hand. It was their job to stall for time, and they did perfectly.

     It was silent in the bullpen and Spencer could hear his heartbeat clogging his ears. The sound of it progressively got louder and louder, making him more anxious. Letting out a shaky breath, he smiled softly.

     The sight of Spencer smiling snapped Cara out of her temporary shock. "You..." she trailed off, speechless. There was not a single thought in her mind—it was blank.

     "Hey," Spencer said, tucking his phone away.

     Involuntary tears blurred her vision, and Cara quickly ran to him. Thankfully, she didn't have to go far for he met her halfway, pulling her to his chest and spinning her around. She laughed and held onto him tighter when her feet were back on the floor. Their arms stayed wrapped around each other, and she buried her head into the crook of his neck.

     He was there. He was home.

     "You're here."

     Spencer nodded, letting out a sigh of contentment. "Yes. Thank goodness. I missed you so much. You have no idea."

     "I think I might," she whispered, kissing his neck twice. Everything in the world felt right. "God, don't ever leave again."

     Blushing, he kissed the side of her head. "I don't plan on it," he replied, running his fingers through her hair. Suddenly, there was a quiet sniffle. "Are you crying? Ara, what's wrong?"

     Cara felt him squeeze her, silently reassuring her that he was right there. "Nothing. Nothing at all," she said, shaking her head. "I'm happy. These are happy tears, Spen."

     A wave of relief washed over him, and Spencer nodded again. "Oh, okay. Good. I got worried for a second."

     "Nothing to be worried about, I promise. I'm very happy right now."

     "Me, too."

     Pulling out of the hug, Spencer dipped his head and caught her lips in his. A hum came from Cara as their lips moved together in slow motion. Both of his hands were cupping her face and he smiled. "I'm going to need, like, a million more of those when we go home," he murmured, breaking off the kiss and brushing away her tears.

     Grinning, Cara brushed her nose against his. "Oh, you'll get billions."

     "I can't wait," he said, engraving the image of her smiling at him into his brain. He soaked in every millisecond of her presence, grateful he made it back to her. And that's when he remembered. "Oh! I brought you some stuff!"

     Cara's eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

     The couple separated and Spencer took the bouquet of golden yellow daffodils from Tara. He turned and held it between him and Cara.

     Immediately, her face turned bright pink and she was taken aback. Golden yellow daffodils are her favorite. "Spen, you didn't—"

     "I know," he shrugged, stepping closer.

     "They're beautiful," she said softly, taking the bouquet. "Thank you."

     Spencer tucked her hair behind her ears, wearing a doting expression. "You're welcome. They're not as beautiful as you, though."

     There was a not-so-subtle "aww" in the background that came from Penelope. She was fanning herself and holding onto Emily and JJ with excitement. JJ playfully rolled her eyes at the theatrics.

     "You always say the cheesiest shit," Cara muttered, blushing more due to the gesture and Penelope's reaction.

     Spencer didn't deny it and chuckled. "You love it."

     "I do," she nodded, staring at him happily. "Thank you for the compliment."

     There was that all too familiar glimmer in her deep blue eyes and it made Spencer's heart race when it became a gleam. It was how she always looked at him; he'd never grow sick of it.

     "You're welcome. Also, I got Luke to grab us food from Dolan Uyghur and Petit Café."

     Dolan Uyghur was Rossi and Cara's shared favorite Chinese restaurant. Rossi introduced the place to Cara years ago a few months after she first joined the BAU team. Ever since then, it'd been in her top five favorite restaurants.

     Another grin spread across her lips, and she couldn't think of anything else that would make this better. This was perfect—he is perfect.

     "Oh, my stars. You two are so stinking cute. It makes my heart physically hurt," Penelope gushed, smiling as well.

    In unplanned unison, the couple glanced at her. Spencer blushed while Cara jokingly rolled her eyes.

     "Let's give the lovebirds some space," Luke spoke, passing a bag of food to Spencer, along with the to-go drink carrier. Spencer nodded appreciatively. "Garcia, I got you food from Robiolina!"

     Gasping, Penelope let go of Emily and JJ. "Robiolina as in Robiolina Italian Cuisine?" Otherwise known as her absolute favorite Italian restaurant, aside from Rossi's cooking. Luke nodded proudly, holding up a paper bag. "Oh, my gosh! Oh, Luke, sometimes you're a Godsend. Bring it, bring it, bring it."

     At that comment, Cara, JJ, and Emily deadpanned and shared a look.

     "Ruin everything" their ass.

     Tara rubbed Cara's shoulder as she walked past her to join the others. They shared small smiles. Luke headed to the kitchenette, too.

     "You two, don't even mind us," Emily called, waving at the pair. "Go sit down and be... you."

     Laughing, Cara gave her a two-finger salute. "Copy," she said, gently grabbing Spencer's free hand after he put his satchel on. She walked around him and he followed her lead. She slowly pulled them toward her desk and continuously glimpsed over her shoulder at him. "You're the best. You know that, right?"

     His response was automatic: "Yes, I do."

     Cara snorted. Their fingers disconnected when they arrived at her desk. Spencer placed his satchel on his desk, which was directly across from hers, and pulled his chair to the edge of Cara's desk. Thankfully, nobody packed away his things while he and Matt were gone.

     Silently, Cara rearranged the files on her desk and placed the flowers on top of her current book. Then, she took Spencer's drink carrier and plastic bag and put them on the right side of her desk where it was clean and clear. As she did that, he pulled her chair out for her.

     Noticing movement behind her, she saw Spencer holding out her chair. A sweet smile pulled at her lips. "And they say chivalry is dead."

     Spencer lightly rolled his eyes. "Hilarious. You're hilarious."

     "Thank you. I know," Cara mused, winking at him.

     It wasn't until they were both seated on the right end of her desk at the corner that Spencer responded.

     "I'll have you know that Jim Butcher once said, "For me, chivalry isn't dead; it's an involuntary reflex." I live by that."

     Cara's eyebrows pulled in. "Who's Jim Butcher?" she asked, grabbing the coffee cup marked 'C.'

     "He's an American author," Spencer answered, placing his cup to the side. "He wrote the contemporary fantasy The Dresden Files, Codex Alera, and the Cinder Spires book series. The quote I recited is from Summer Knight, the fourth book in The Dresden Files."

     Ah.

     "What is The Dresden Files about? Have you read all of them?" Cara gratefully took her food from Spencer and opened the styrofoam box to see he'd gotten their favorite dish—pumpkin Kawa Manta. It was vegetarian steamed buns stuffed with pumpkin, green and red bell peppers, and onions, and seasoned with house spices.

     Spencer nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I have! I read Butcher's works while on assignment and finished last week. It was difficult to find the time, but I made it work." He passed her a pair of chopsticks and napkins.

     "Good," she sighed, unwrapping the utensils and setting a napkin on her lap. "I know that brilliant brain of yours needs more stimulation than solely work-related activities."

     The instant the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Making off-handed comments wasn't her thing today.

     Spencer raised an eyebrow and a smirk began forming.

     "Stop it."

     "Stop what?"

     Cara's face dropped, and she glared at him. "You know what."

     "No, I don't, actually," he said, placing both arms on his thighs and leaning forward. He wore a shit-eating grin. "Enlighten me."

     Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she shifted toward him more. "Spencer Reid, I will throw this scolding hot cup of coffee at you," she threatened, pointing her chopsticks at the pale pink to-go cup from Petit Café.

     "It's not scolding hot anymore, Cara Valentine. Very warm at best."

     Cara turned the chopsticks on him, annoyed. "Don't full-name me."

     "Don't full-name me," Spencer mimicked her, raising his voice an octave.

     "Do you want to be single?" she retorted, tilting her head to the right.

     "No," he said, dragging out the 'o' with a goofy smile. "I do want to hear your thoughts on what other stimulation you think my brain needs, though."

     The response was automatic and said without thinking: "You'll find out at home."

     Spencer's eyebrows skyrocketed and his jaw slackened. He was taken aback, but not surprised. It'd been months since they last saw each other and the bold and brash comments were expected. However, he wasn't expecting them this soon.

     Taking a bite of her food, Cara chewed quietly. She ignored his shell-shocked expression and swallowed. "Anyway, you never answered my question," she said, changing the subject. "What is The Dresden—"

     It appeared she was never going to have her question answered.

     Spencer had grabbed the bottom of her chin and tilted her head up before leaning in and kissing her. Instantly, her eyes shut and she sighed, content. All thoughts were erased from her mind. Letting go of her chin, he placed his hand on her cheek and ran a thumb across it. The pair fell into sync, their lips moving slowly.

     "I... really..." he whispered between kisses, "missed... you..."

     "I really... missed... you... too..." she replied, saying each word between a kiss. Then, she pulled back and rested her forehead against his. "I'm only saying this because of how tense things have been here..."

     Spencer moved until he could see Cara's entire face. He stared at her questioningly, still running his thumb across her cheek.

     "We should keep the kissing and PDA to a minimum. Davis has been breathing down Em's back during the Sicarius case and heavily scrutinizing the BAU. Now we're forced to work with Voit and have the Director visiting more often, running shit. There's also Gold Star. The last thing we need is one of us getting caught or fired. Usually, we're fine with the quick, simple, and subtle things, but right now..."

     "Yeah, I remember what you told me last week about the Director's conversation with Emily..." Spencer muttered, and she nodded. "Don't worry. It stops now."

     Of course, he didn't know the full extent of what the BAU and his friends had been going through, but he knew enough to understand why Cara told him that. He knew enough to know things weren't going well.

     Cara's shoulder dropped in relief. "Thank you," she whispered gratefully, wearing a small smile.

     Scooting until the sides of their legs touched, Spencer pressed a kiss to her temple and simultaneously interlaced their fingers. He watched Cara use her other hand to continue eating with a smile of his own.

     Finally, he was home, and he could tell her.

     "I have something exciting to tell you," he rushed out, leaning against the side of the desk. He let go of her hand and reached for his coffee, taking a large gulp. Cara gestured for him to go ahead. "I'm back."

     Those two words made Cara freeze and almost choke. However, she caught herself and grabbed her coffee to wash the food down. Once she was good to go, she cleared her throat.

     "Like back back? Here-at-the-BAU back?" she questioned, not quite sure what his ambiguous statement meant.

     Spencer hummed a yes. "Mm-hmm. The assignment wrapped yesterday. That's why I didn't answer your text. I was flying here and didn't want to spoil the surprise."

     There was no stopping the beaming smile that took over Cara's face. She was smiling from ear to ear. This was the best news she'd gotten in months.

     "No way."

     "Way."

     She blinked quickly, regrouping. "So, does that mean Matt is back, too?"

     Spencer was nearly mesmerized by her smile and almost missed her question. "Yeah. He's on the way to his and Kristy's place to drop his luggage off before surprising her at work," he said, watching his girlfriend practically glow at his response.

     "Kristy's going to be thrilled," Cara restrained herself from squealing like an idiot. "I had dinner with her on Sunday. She's really missed Matt."

     Spencer tilted his head, intrigued. He hadn't expected her and Kristy to become friends. Sure, they were acquaintances due to Matt, but never close. "You had dinner with Kristy?"

     "Well... yes. She's the only person going through the same as me when it comes to..." She gestured to his sitting frame, and he nodded. Kristy was the only one who truly understood what Cara was going through. So, naturally, they leaned on each other here and there. "She's nice and good company."

     Spencer couldn't help but smile as he looked at her. Pride swelled in his chest, seeing how she was stepping out of her comfort zone and making new friends. He didn't need to express his approval; the look in his eyes said it all, and Cara understood perfectly.

     "Good. I'm glad," he said softly.

     Cara's lips curved into a gentle smile. "Me, too." A comfortable silence settled between them before she added, "Thank you."

     "You're welcome," he replied warmly. He nudged her knee with his own, a playful gesture accompanied by a tender smile. "I've been thinking about this nonstop—coming home and seeing you. It's all I've wanted since September."

     "Same," she admitted, her eyes never leaving his face. It was nearly indescribable how relieved and elated she was that he was there.

     Spencer leaned in slightly, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Matt and I have been working like crazy to make it back, you know?" Cara nodded, wordlessly telling him to continue. "It wasn't easy—both the case and being away from you. It's only confirmed what I already knew to be true."

     A hint of mischief sparkled in Cara's eyes, and she mused, "And what's that, Pretty Boy?"

     His lips twitched with amusement at the nickname. It never got old. "That I can't be without you for extended periods of time." Cara couldn't help but crack a smile at his words, adoration dancing across her features. "Also, my mother can't be without me for extended periods of time."

     The mention of his mother seemed to shift Spencer's thoughts and he shifted in his seat. Cara noted the movement. His expression softened with bubbling concern. "Speaking of which, how is she? My mom?"

     The question hung in the air, a reminder of the responsibilities and worries that lingered just below the surface of their reunion. The topic of Diana Reid and her state of health had become an area of concern in recent years. Cara was more involved than she thought she would be. With all the changes and developments in her relationship with Spencer, things took a more serious tone when it came to his mother.

     Diana and Cara got along amazingly well, and Diana took a liking to her, which Spencer loved. So, when he left for assignment and Cara volunteered to keep Diana company and assist in her care, Spencer was comfortable with it. However, after all the months of being gone, he'd missed out on a lot and felt guilty.

     "Better! Better," Cara assured him, her tone softening. "She was upset when you left for the assignment again after Christmas, as you know." Spencer nodded, a flicker of guilt sweeping over his face. "But she's doing good now. I see her every Wednesday and on the weekends when we don't have a case. I've found that keeping a consistent visiting schedule with her helps the most. It gives her something to look forward to, and we've started a little book club."

     "A book club?" he echoed, furrowing his brows in surprise and intrigue.

     Cara nodded in confirmation. "Yes, with some of the other residents at the facility. We meet every Sunday morning at nine and spend an hour or so discussing our current book. Right now, we're on The Scarlet Pimpernel."

     Spencer's eyes lit up at the idea. "That sounds like a lot of fun. Do you think I could join?"

     "Of course," she replied, breaking into a small smile. "I was counting on it, actually. George and Rachel, two of the other residents, want to meet you. Your mother speaks very highly of you to everyone. So do I."

     A mix of emotions flashed across Spencer's face—gratitude, affection, and lingering concern. He rested his thigh against hers again. "Thanks... Has she been taking her medication regularly?"

     Cara's hand found his arm, and she squeezed. "As far as I can tell, yes. Her nurse keeps me updated throughout the weeks. I've been checking in with her via text between the days I see her, just like you asked. She talks about you a lot, you know."

     He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He put his coffee back on her desk. "I should have called her more often. It's just—"

     "Hey, don't do that to yourself," she interjected gently, her hand still on his arm. "You were on assignment. You couldn't. She understands."

     "Does she?" Spencer's question was tainted with doubt. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing enough for her."

     Suddenly, Cara's voice took on a firmer tone. "Spen, look at me." She waited until his eyes met hers, her gaze steady and reassuring. "You're doing everything you can. Your mother knows that. I know that."

     He nodded yet the worry didn't fully fade. After a moment, he spoke with finality. "I'll visit her tomorrow. First thing."

     "Do you want me to come with you?" she offered, raising an eyebrow.

     A gentle smile pulled at Spencer's lips. "Always."

     A comfortable silence settled between the pair. Spencer reached out and took her hand, intertwining their fingers. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to both of them.

     "Now, will you tell me what is The Dresden Files about?"

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     THE DRIVE TO CARA'S APARTMENT WAS QUIET. It was the comfortable type where it welcomed people with arms wide open. It often spoke volumes without saying a word. The one time anyone spoke was when Cara and Spencer greeted the security officers at the front gate of the apartment complex.

     It was nearing close to six o'clock now.

     Spencer had spent the rest of the workday at the BAU. He flipped between reading and watching Cara and Tara work. JJ and Luke didn't stay long for they left to go speak with Elias Voit in prison where he was being kept in solitary confinement. Penelope was tucked away in her lair and Emily in her office. Since he wasn't officially working again at the BAU, given he returned much sooner than anticipated, Spencer had nothing of his own to focus on yet.

     Fortunately, it went by in a blur and he didn't have to wait too long because before he knew it, the doors of the elevator dinged open. The couple had arrived at the fifth floor of Cara's apartment complex, the gentle hum of city life below them.

     Cara and Spencer stepped out of the elevator with their fingers intertwined. In Cara's free hand, she clutched the bouquet of golden yellow daffodils whose bright petals provided a cheerful contrast to the neutral tones of the hallway.

     When they reached her door, she let go of Spencer's hand to unlock it, and he took the flowers with a smile. It took a few seconds until they heard the familiar click of the lock. Instantly a smile was brought to both of their faces. Finally, they were back together and would be at home together.

     Stepping in, Cara flipped on the lights and moved aside so Spencer could roll his suitcase in. Once he was inside, she shut the door and flipped the three locks, deadbolting it twice. It wasn't until recent years that she decided to go from eight separate locks on her door to three. With her paranoia gone and her fully trusting her surroundings, she didn't see the need for eight. For now, three was more than enough and helped her feel safe.

     Off to the side, Spencer removed his shoes and hung his satchel on the coat rack. The smile on his face had yet to disappear. From the moment he left after the holidays, he'd spent every night dreaming about being home with Cara. Now, it was finally a reality and he couldn't be happier.

     And even though they weren't at his apartment, he still considered Cara's home. After all, he primarily lived there.

     Given their situation at the F.B.I. and BAU, they couldn't officially live together and have the same address on file. So, they maintained their separate apartments. It was an arrangement that worked well for them, spending most of their time at Cara's place while keeping Spencer's as a backup.

     For the last five years, Spencer always prioritized Cara's need for control over her environment. He understood the importance of her having a space she could truly call her own. Still, they both knew it was temporary. Plans for a house of their own were already in motion, and would hopefully happen later that year.

     Making his way to the kitchen, Spencer's muscle memory guided him as he flipped on the lights and opened a cupboard to grab a vase. This routine was familiar: fill the vase with water, unwrap the flowers, trim the stems, and add the packet of plant food that came with the bouquet. In the past, every Saturday, he and Cara would go to the local farmer's market and buy each other flowers. It was an event he always enjoyed and looked forward to.

     Meanwhile, Cara was securing the apartment. The extremely expensive security system she had installed years ago when she first moved in was still intact. Initially, it had been programmed to sound out an alert any time every door or single window in the apartment was opened and send a notification to her phone. Nowadays, the security system was simplified—only the front door and windows trigger the alarm. It was a definite sign of the progress she'd made in balancing safety with comfort, and she was proud of herself.

     Cara's keys clinked after she dropped them into the matte black bowl on the table by the door. She hung her purse next to Spencer's satchel on the rack and shrugged off her blazer, draping it over her arm. Her eyes fell on Spencer's suitcase, and she grabbed the handle, wheeling it towards the kitchen.

     As Spencer dried his hands with a dark grey towel, he spun around to find Cara positioned near the hallway next to the kitchen. She was lightly leaning against his suitcase and watching him with that gleam in her eyes that never failed to make his heart skip a beat.

     She looked beautiful.

     His smile grew and he tossed the towel on the kitchen island without looking. He crossed the room with his arms outstretched and Cara giggled. She let go of his suitcase and met him halfway, melting into his embrace. For a second, they stood there with their eyes closed and savored the simple joy of being together again.

     "Welcome home," she murmured into his chest.

     Spencer's reply was soft but filled with gratitude. "It's good to be home."

     The peaceful moment was promptly interrupted by a chorus of meows.

     She should've known.

     Pulling away, Spencer's face lit up when he saw Purple and Wentworth, their two-year-old cats, racing into the room. Without a second thought, he dropped to the floor and motioned for them to come over.

     For Christmas in twenty-twenty, Cara had gifted Spencer a dark grey Burmese male kitten. Spencer ended up naming the kitten Purple after his favorite color and as a nod to Cara's childhood cat, Blue. It was an odd name choice that Rossi and Morgan teased him about for a while, but it eventually grew on everyone.

     Then, on Cara's thirty-seven birthday in twenty-twenty-one, she was gifted a brown, orange, white, and black-haired Manx male kitten by Spencer. Cara decided to name the kitten Wentworth after one of the main characters in Persuasion by Jane Austen.

     Thankfully, the two got along very well and never fought. However, they were very attached to their respective owners, so when Spencer left for assignment, Purple was sad for a bit. The same happened again when he left for assignment after the holidays. Purple gradually got over it, but Cara knew how much happier and alive he was going to be now.

     "Hi, darlings," Spencer cooed, scratching behind their ears and under their chins. "Oh, I've missed you guys too."

     Cara laughed, watching the reunion. From where she stood, she could hear Purple and Wentworth both purring. "They've missed you a lot. I keep finding them curled up in your sweaters when I come home."

     "Oh really?" Spencer retorted, glancing up at her. "And here I thought you were the only one who liked stealing my clothes."

     "Shut the hell up," she muttered, jokingly nudging him with her shoe. "I'm going to take your things to our room and change. You catch up with those two attention seekers. I'm pretty positive they're sick of me by now."

     "What?! Who could ever be sick of you?"

     "Them."

     Cara grabbed the suitcase handle and rolled it down the hall with her. In the background, Spencer's voice drifted behind her. It was a mix of coos and playful questions that were answered with meows. The sound made her smile widen and a wave of emotions washed over her. It also filled a void she hadn't fully acknowledged until now.

     When she reached their room, she closed the door and leaned against it. A breath of relief escaped her and she felt her heart swell with ease, joy, and a profound sense of peace.

     Everything was right in the world. Everything was right in her world.

     During Spencer's absence, she maintained all of the same routines, continued staying consistent with therapy and medication, spent time with Diana, kept an eye on Rossi given everything that happened, invested far too much time on the Sicarius case, excelled at work, and kept their home running smoothly. It was a lot and she never once complained. It was her life by choice and she loved it. Yet there had been an undercurrent of longing—a quiet ache that made itself known in the stillness of nights and small, everyday moments.

     The apartment, usually a haven of comfort, had felt slightly off without Spencer's presence. In her mind, it was his home too, and not having him there left a void.

     But tonight, the empty space in their bed would be filled. Their shared morning routine, a cherished time of shared kisses and gentle teasing over coffee, would resume. The evening cuddles with the cats, discussing their days and random topics, would once again be a duet rather than a solo performance.

     Another breath of relief echoed in the quiet room, and she blinked.

     Right. Change clothes and then unpack.

     As Cara changed into her pajamas, black shorts and Spencer's slightly worn-out grey button-up, she smiled to herself again. This particular top had been a source of comfort during the lonely nights and days. He wore it on their first official and proper date, and it remained her favorite. Maybe it was because of what memory she had tied to it, maybe it wasn't. She loved it nonetheless. Today, though, it didn't feel like a major comfort but rather a celebration knowing he was right down the hall.

     The sudden sound of Spencer's laughter punctuated by enthusiastic meows floated through the door, and Cara felt a warmth spread through her chest.

     God, she loved him.

     Pulling her hair into a messy bun, her mind drifted to all the little things she had missed: how adorable Spencer's sleepy smile was in the mornings, the sound of his fingers tapping on his notebook as he worked, the way his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth when he was reading or intently focused, and the way he absentmindedly hummed Patsy Cline while cooking. These were some of the threads that wove together the tapestry of their shared life, and having them back made Cara feel whole again.

     The light in her closet turned off and she walked out, heading for Spencer's suitcase. Grasping the handle, she wheeled it to the edge of the bed. Under her breath, she hummed Never No More by Patsy Cline and swayed from side to side.

     Just as she was about to lift the suitcase onto the bed, the bedroom door closed softly. Before she could turn, a pair of arms encircled her waist and halted her movements.

     A smile lined Cara's face when she felt Spencer's presence behind her. "What're you doing?" he whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine.

     Leaning against his chest, her hands found his. "I was about to put your suitcase on the bed and start unpacking," she murmured, the volume of her voice low.

     "Mmm," he hummed, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck. "Not anymore."

     "Why's that, wise guy?"

     One of his hands left her torso, and he pushed the suitcase away from the bed and toward the closed window blinds. Cara chuckled.

     "I'll do it tomorrow."

     Warm, soft lips met her neck, and her heart began to race. "Are you sure?" The muscles in her shoulders and upper back relaxed as a trail of kisses was left along the side of her neck.

     "Very," Spencer said, his lips brushing against her ear. "Unless you're absolutely sure that you'd rather unpack tonight."

     Inhaling sharply, she held her breath. "Mmm, I can be persuaded otherwise," she choked out, feeling him nibble at the skin underneath her ear.

     Raising an eyebrow, he started to smile. "Yeah?"

     Cara turned her head and nodded, glancing at his lips. "Yeah."

     "Good."

     Spencer leaned around her shoulder and repeatedly kissed her lightly. It lasted for five seconds and each kiss was filled with a tender intensity that made Cara's head spin. When he pulled away, much to her dismay, his forehead rested against hers. Their breaths mingled in the quiet of the room.

     After a few seconds, Cara grew increasingly uncomfortable with how she was standing and spun around to face Spencer directly. Her hands found his tie and crawled up to the knot, beginning to undo it. Slowly, she peered up at him through her eyelashes and dropped the tie to the floor.

     Swallowing harshly, Spencer stepped closer and slipped his hands under her clothes. He began to draw random shapes on her bare skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps across her waist. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and lingered for a few seconds. Then, he left another.

     Next, her hands found his blazer and unbuttoned it. Nothing needed to be said. Spencer slid it off and let her unbutton his vest next, also sliding it off and letting it hit the floor.

     Cara stood on her tip-toes and tilted her chin an inch, causing their lips to graze. Unable to help it any longer, she closed the gap and felt him stop drawing on her skin. Instead, his fingers spread out, and he pressed his palm to her back. He brought them closer until there was hardly any space left.

     Breathing in deeply, she began to move her lips against his. They fell into a quick yet smooth rhythm.

     A few seconds passed, and Cara stepped back, intending to move toward the bed. She kept going until the back of her thighs hit the end of the mattress. Spencer followed her lead, slowly unbuttoning a few buttons on her top. His feet moved with a mind of their own, and he felt them do a one-eighty. Suddenly, he was pushed onto the bed, and before he had time to react, Cara was straddling his lap and putting her lips back on his. Immediately, his hands landed on her thighs while her arms draped over his shoulders.

     Tilting her head to the right, she traced his bottom lip with her tongue. Immediately, Spencer tilted his head and parted his lips. Pressing his thumbs into her hips, he guided her until there was barely any room left.

     Neither of them was thinking; they just moving. All that mattered right now was being together and as close as possible. Yes, right now, they were close but it was nowhere near enough.

     Knotting her fingers in his hair and tugging, Cara added pressure to the kiss. In response, Spencer inhaled harshly and moaned. His chest was rising and falling against hers. Their tongues danced, and he squeezed her thighs.

     When he found an opening, Spencer took the chance to do one of her favorite things. He latched onto her bottom lip and rolled it between his teeth, sucking. Cara's back arched, and she instinctually pulled at his hair. After, he tugged lightly and released it.

     The second hair tug made Spencer groan and pull away to catch his breath. Both of them were feeling light-headed from the lack of oxygen yet Cara kept going.

     Her lips latched onto the skin of his neck and she closed her eyes. She'd done this a million times by now and she still wasn't sick of it. Truthfully, she believed she never would be. It felt too good. He felt too good.

     Spencer's eyes shut instantly at the feeling of her teeth going from his neck to latching onto his ear lobe and tugging. God, he missed this so much. Every move she made felt heavenly. Her tongue brushed against the skin next to his ear and he inhaled sharply.

     One last kiss was left below his ear before she switched to the other side of his neck. She repeatedly kissed the soft skin under his jaw in different places while she began unbuttoning his shirt. Spencer was too entranced by her touch to notice his shirt was gone and on the floor. Cara slowly kissed down his throat, leaving love bites here and there.

     With her eyes still closed, she reached for his belt and undid it with ease. Once it was gone and hit the floor with a light bang, she slid one of her hands up his chest and curled it around the base of his neck. The latter held onto his torso.

     Spencer's eyes remained closed, and he gulped. His lips were parted, and uneven breaths tumbled out.

     "Cara..."

     "I know."

     Light scratch marks were left on his back and she dragged her tongue up his neck, leaving behind random hickeys. Spencer felt every breath, every bite, every brush of her tongue, every movement of her jaw and lips on him, and moaned.

     "Shit."

     "I told you that you'd find out at home," she whispered against him, referring to their conversation earlier that day at lunch.

     "Yo-You did," he choked out, his breathing pattern becoming ragged. He was too entranced by every sensation to speak properly.

     Bringing her head back up, Cara caught him off-guard by reconnecting their lips. It took him a second to gather himself and his hands moved to her hips. He squeezed firmly, silently telling her to wrap her legs around him. Her legs easily looped around his waist and their lips never disconnected as he slipped off his socks and stood up.

     Spencer walked around the edge of the mattress and brought them to the other side of the bed. He pushed back the comforter, and Cara let her legs drop to the floor, standing face-to-face with him.

     In a matter of four seconds, his fingers found the buttons of her shirt and finished undoing them. As he did that, she unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor at the same time he discarded her shirt. Before she knew it, her pants were gone too, and they were under the covers with her on top of him.

     Their breaths came out in short gasps between kisses, each of them running out of air but too addicted to separate. The air was growing hotter, causing them to push the comforter off in unplanned unison with only the bed sheet left.

     Suddenly, Spencer gasped, accidentally breaking the kiss off when he felt Cara's hand run over his boxers. His eyes shut and he swallowed harshly again when she began kissing along his jawline. Her free hand was holding the right side of his neck and her thumb was rubbing along his throat.

     "God, I missed you so much..." she murmured against his neck, feeling his hands running all over her body.

     Spencer broke into a breathless smile. "I missed you more."

     "How much more?" Cara asked, shifting upward and raising an eyebrow with a lop-sided grin. Their eyes locked and she glanced at his lips.

     "I'll show you."

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﹙ APRIL 28TH, 2023 ﹚

     THE IDEA OF THROWING A 'WELCOME HOME' PARTY WAS BETTER IN THEORY THAN EXECUTION—ESPECIALLY WHEN ONE OUT OF THE THREE PEOPLE WHO PLANNED IT WASN'T PRESENT. Cara, Penelope, and Kristy had begun planning a surprise party not twenty-four hours after Spencer and Matt returned to Virginia. Since then, the last three days have been spent planning and orchestrating everything while working simultaneously and keeping the two men oblivious.

     The party was being hosted at Rossi's mansion for the man insisted. In his words, he had nothing better to do while he was forced into time out.

     However, for the surprise party to remain a surprise, Kristy wasn't able to meet at Rossi's with everyone else to help set up. Instead, she was keeping Matt preoccupied and "taking him to dinner" late that night. In reality, Luke would pick them up and drive to Rossi's without telling Matt where they were headed.

     As for Spencer, he was under the illusion that he, Cara, and Rossi were having dinner at Rossi's place. What he also believed was that the entire team, minus Rossi, was stuck in a meeting with Director Madison and getting their asses handed to them. That meant Cara was going to be late to dinner and he would see her when she arrived at Rossi's. Dinner was scheduled for seven, and it was six-eleven now.

     In actuality, the entire team (minus Luke) was present at Rossi's, including JJ's kids and Will. Hotch, Jack, Morgan, Savannah, and Hank would be there soon. The only person missing was Blake, but with it being such short notice, she couldn't make it.

     Everyone was working together to set everything up and finish cooking.

     Presently, Cara was working with JJ's sons, Henry and Michael, in hanging up a Welcome home! banner. They were outside on the back patio where they just finished setting up string lights everywhere. Henry, now fourteen, held one end of the banner above the left side of the double-door doorway while Cara balanced on a chair to secure the right side. Michael, only seven, watched silently from behind.

     At the sound of a phone buzzing, Michael's ears perked. Curious, he walked to the glass coffee table on the patio a few feet away and picked up Cara's phone. Pushing his glasses up with his pointer finger, he glanced at the caller ID.

     "Hey, Aunt Car?"

     Cara, focused on evening out her side of the banner, didn't turn. "Yeah, Mike?" she asked, squinting at how her side still didn't match Henry's.

     At this point, it might just have to be crooked.

     "Uncle Spencer's calling you," he announced, holding her phone in the air.

     Cara blinked in surprise, momentarily thrown off balance.

     Oh, shit.

     Immediately, Henry glanced at her with a hint of panic in his widened eyes. "Do you think he knows?"

     Meeting his gaze, Cara replied, "He shouldn't. Are you okay if I step away for a minute?"

     Henry nodded. "Yeah! Go ahead and hang your end where it is. I'll get mine to match up."

     "Thank you, Ry." With a grateful smile, Cara taped her end of the banner to the brick wall and hopped off the metal chair she borrowed from the outside dining table. When she reached Michael, she ruffled his hair with a lop-sided smile and took her phone. He quickly swatted her hand away, and she snorted.

     "Hello?" she said, answering the incoming call. She slid her free hand into her back pocket, and her back was to the boys.

     Spencer's breathless voice came through. "Hey! Ara, there's a stray spider in the apartment."

     "Hey!" Cara's eyebrows furrowed in confusion after she processed what he said. "Wait, what?"

     Spencer continued, his words tumbling out rapidly. "Also, for the record, I'm not calling the spider homeless because he/she/they very much so has a home—ours."

     A laugh escaped Cara, and she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "Spen, you're going to have to come up with more creative excuses other than a spider invading our home to validate me stepping out of a meeting to answer a phone call."

     "I-I know. I know. It's just that it's past six now. Is everything okay? How bad is it going with the Director?"

     "Well, it's certainly not going great, I'll tell you that." Cara glanced over her shoulder and saw Michael attempting to help Henry. He was telling him the banner was even when it, in fact, was not. Cara subtly shook her head at Henry when he looked her way for confirmation. "I'm hoping it'll be over soon, and I can meet you at Dave's by seven for dinner."

     "All right, that sounds good," Spencer replied, and she could hear something shutting on his end of the call. It was likely a door. "Would you like me to bring you a change of clothes or shoes? You've been at the BAU since seven, and I bet your feet probably hurt."

     The offer to bring her comfortable clothes and shoes made Cara blush. "You're the best, you know that, right?" she asked, smiling down at her loafers.

     "So I've been told," he said cheekily. "Do you want me to?"

     "No. No, it's okay. I have my loafers in my car that I'll put on. Thank you, though."

     "Of course."

     In her peripheral vision, she caught a flash of movement. Lifting her head, she saw Henry waving at her. "And there goes Emily knocking on the window, telling me to get my ass back in there," she sighed, beginning to walk forward. "I'll see you soon, Spen."

     His response was automatic: "Drive safely when you do, okay? I love you."

     "Always do," she reminded him. "I love you."

     Nowadays, those three words come to her naturally, a stark contrast to her past struggles with the phrase. It was a massive step forward in her healing journey, which she'd been working on tirelessly, and still was. It took time to become comfortable with expressing her love verbally. Eventually, though, she got to where she wanted to be and where she knew she could be.

     The phrase that had once been so difficult to say had become a natural expression of the love and trust she now felt secure in giving and receiving. It was a true testament to her emotional growth and strength.

     At Christmas in twenty-eighteen, the first person she'd said those three words to was Rossi. It had been awkward, and she'd struggled and stumbled over the words, but Rossi helped her through it, shedding a tear at the milestone.

     Spencer had been the next recipient of those words, a year and a half into their relationship at the end of twenty-nineteen. He later admitted that he wanted to tell her he loved her sooner yet was waiting until she was at a place where she could authentically return the sentiment and it didn't make her uncomfortable. Now, the phrase flowed easily between them, and neither got sick of saying it.

     As time passed, Cara slowly got to a point where she told more of her family and friends. It wasn't all at once but at her own pace.

     Cara found the courage to tell Hotch and Jack on their annual beach trip from the comfort of Rossi's pool during the COVID-19 pandemic in mid-twenty-twenty. It was another tear-jerking moment that was met with hugs and gratitude.

     The following year, in the fall of twenty-twenty-one, Cara visited Blake at Harvard and stayed with her and James, Blake's husband, for a few days. During the visit, Cara and Blake shared a sentimental moment. As they reflected on their journeys, Cara thanked Blake for everything and, with some struggle, managed to say, "I love you." And for the second time, she saw Blake tear up when she returned the phrase.

     In the spring of twenty-twenty-two, Cara told Morgan. It was in the middle of her and Spencer helping him paint a house he was renovating. His response was typical and expected: "I know, Pretty Girl." There'd been a sparkle in his eyes and he didn't have to say it back. Cara knew he loved her, too.

     Lastly, she had a breakthrough on New Year's Eve in twenty-twenty-two and told the rest of the team she loved them. Out of JJ, Penelope, Emily, Tara, Luke, and Matt, Penelope and JJ had the biggest reactions. Penelope broke into tears and smiled brighter than the sun as she held onto Cara tightly. Meanwhile, JJ was in tears and quickly fanning herself, trying to keep it together. Everyone else was proud and echoed the phrase back to her.

     It was a moment that'd been a long time in the making.

     Cara ended the call and spun around with an endearing smile lingering on her face. It disappeared when Henry and Michae's bickering reached her ears, though.

     "Car, can you please tell Michael that this is not even, and he obviously needs better glasses?" Henry asked loudly with a huff, ignoring his brother's protests.

     Cara looked to the right and her eyes widened. The banner was nearly a foot too low on the left side. "Oh. Oh, wow," she said, pressing her lips together as Michael glared at her. "Mike, buddy... That is so fuc—" She managed to catch herself before she could finish. "That is so crooked."

     "Were you about to say a bad word?" Michael asked, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

     "Yes," she and Henry deadpanned in unison.

     Cara quickly redirected her attention to the oldest of the two and walked to them. "Ry, I got it. See that divet between the two bricks right above where the banner is hanging?" Henry stared at the wall until he found what she was talking about. He nodded. "Tape it there. That should fix it."

     As Henry followed her instructions, Michael threw up his hands defensively. "Hey! I could've told him that!"

     "No, you couldn't have," Henry grumbled.

     Cara ruffled Michael's white-blonde hair with a sad half-smile. "You did your best, kid."

     Once Henry was on the ground and the chairs were put up, Cara went to go inside. She only made it three steps from the dining table when she spotted a seventeen-year-old Jack Hotchner running through the living room toward the opened back door.

     "Aunt Car!" Jack called out.

     A grin broke onto Cara's face and she met him halfway in the doorway, going straight for a hug. They swayed side-to-side, hearts racing. "Oh, it's so good to see you," she muttered, eyes closed.

     "You, too," Jack replied, pulling back with a bright smile. "I brought something for you! My dad's holding onto it."

     Cara gave him a pointed stare and corrected her posture. "Jack... we've talked about this. You need to quit giving me stuff."

     "We have, and I don't care," he retorted. "You're, like, one of my favorite people and one of my biggest supporters."

     "Oh, I know I am," Cara smirked, her cheeks burning pink. "I'll show more support for you than your father and Morgan when you go to college for art and pottery rather than law or criminal justice. Hell, I'd pay for it myself."

     Jack laughed. "Oh, yeah. I know you will and I know you would," he agreed, nudging her with his elbow.

     In recent years, Cara had come to play a unique role in Jack's life and become someone he valued. She showed him unconditional support that differed from the kind he received from his dad; it meant a lot.

     "Well, I'm going to check in with everyone else and see your father," Cara looked at Henry and Michael, who were arguing again. "Boys, you need anything?"

     Instantly, the two stopped and looked to the left. Shaking his head, Henry shot her a thumbs-up. "No. We're good."

     "Jack!" Michael exclaimed happily at the sight of his friend.

     "Michael!" Jack exclaimed with just as much enthusiasm.

     Taking that as her cue to leave, Cara shot Jack a final smile and entered the living room directly. She strode across the carpet toward the connected dining room and kitchen.

     Her footsteps echoed through the living room, growing louder as she neared the kitchen. The conversation between Hotch, Tara, Will, and JJ became audible. Finally, she reached the kitchen and approached the island, adopting a mock-serious expression as she faced Hotch.

      "You need to tell your son to quit making me shit," Cara declared, placing a hand on the counter.

     Will snorted and Tara chuckled at the blunt statement. JJ, with a raised eyebrow, patted Will on the shoulder. "And that's my cue to go check on our boys."

     Within a matter of seconds, JJ was gone and out of sight. Tara and Will walked off to give the other two some privacy to talk.

     Hotch turned to Cara with a resigned sigh. "I've tried."

     "Well, try harder," she snapped jokingly. "I love him. He doesn't need to keep giving me gifts, though. It's making me feel bad."

     Hotch's chin upturned; he was confused. "Why is it making you feel bad?"

     "I don't, I don't know," she stammered, growing flustered. "It just does, okay? Make him stop."

     "He does it because he admires and looks up to you," he laughed, giving her a look.

     Cara raised her eyebrows. "Evidently, he needs better role models. Is everything okay at home? Why won't he idolize you?" She gestured to him, and he rolled his eyes. "Better yet, he babysits Hank and spends a lot of time with Morgan and Savannah. He should look up to one of them—a doctor and home renovator. What isn't there to love?!"

     Hotch chuckled, shaking his head. "You treat and speak to him like a person, not a kid. You're also always honest with him about everything, despite my attempts to get you to be a little gentler with your words." Cara tipped her head to the side and shrugged, not denying it. "He values your opinion and values you. Not to mention your unrelenting support for him."

     It was quiet for a moment.

     "Fair enough, I suppose," Cara finally responded. "It still makes me uncomfortable."

     A high-pitched squeal cut through the air, and Cara immediately recognized it as belonging to Savannah Morgan. She glanced behind her to see Penelope and Tara enveloping Savannah in a group hug in the hallway.

     "Cara! Come over here!" Savannah waved, still in the embrace and sandwiched between Penelope and Tara.

     "I'm good." Cara shook her head and raised a hand. "Group hugs aren't my thing."

     Hotch patted her on the shoulder before leaving the kitchen. He headed to the living room where Emily and Rossi sat on the floor at the coffee table, deep in conversation over case files that should be at the office.

     Penelope pulled out of the hug, spinning to face Cara. "That is so not true," she argued. "You have definitely been in a group hug with us before."

     Tara looked surprised, glancing at the three women. "She has?"

     "Oh, yes," Savannah confirmed.

     Morgan, who had been observing the exchange from the entrance of the hallway, pointed at Penelope. "That is true. I distinctly remember Christmas of, what was it, twenty-thirteen? Almost ten years ago?"

     At the question, Cara shot him a glare.

     "Yes! Exactly! Thank you," Penelope beamed.

     Morgan returned the smile. "Of course, baby girl."

     "It's all right," Savannah reassured everyone. "A solo hug is just as special." She made her way to the kitchen with her arms extended, grinning. Cara jokingly rolled her eyes and accepted the hug.

     Along with saying, "I love you," Cara had worked extensively on her trauma associated with physical touch. It took years until she reached a point where she accepted physical touch when she wanted to and no longer flinched at it. The gestures, actions, and touches that once made her uncomfortable, uneasy, tensed, and defensive had become a symbol of trust. Each physical act she shared with her friends and family was a reminder of the bond she shared with them, and she enjoyed it.

     Cara and Savannah separated as Morgan joined them. "Where's Hank?" Cara asked, glancing between the couple.

     Morgan's response shifted the conversation smoothly, and he placed two packs of beer on the counter. "Already outside with the other kiddos," he explained, nodding towards the back patio.

     Her gaze followed the direction of Morgan's nod, and she took in the sight of the kids playing together. Jack had Michael on his shoulders while Henry was running around with Hank. A feeling of satisfaction spread throughout her chest at the pure and innocent joy the four radiated. They didn't have a care in the world.

     "So, how's it having Pretty Boy back? I know the two of you have been missing each other," Morgan commented, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. There was a mischievous glint in his dark brown irises. It was obvious why he was smirking so hard.

     Cara turned her head and narrowed her eyes at him. "It's good, it's good," she said slowly, the repetition emphasizing her relief. "I'm just happy the assignment's over, and he's home."

     Savannah easily picked up on the underlying emotions. "Lonely?" she asked, a slight frown creasing her brow.

     Cara loosely shrugged. "That, and I was worried about him. None of us knew what the assignment was about, but I know it wasn't easy."

     Morgan nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I heard it wasn't. I know Reid's definitely a lot happier now that he's home and with you."

     A tiny smile spread across Cara's lips. "Me, too," she replied, her tone soft and filled with warmth.

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     IT WAS HAPPENING ANY MINUTE NOW. According to Luke's iPhone location that he shared with Penelope, Luke, Matt, and Kristy should be arriving at Rossi's any minute. And according to Spencer's text to Cara, he should be there any minute as well. Which meant the house was a flurry of chaos and shouting as everyone scrambled to turn off the lights in and outside.

     A few people moved with their phone flashlights on, trying not to crash into anything. JJ and Savannah were attempting to corral the kids outside on the patio with Hotch, Morgan, and Will. Eventually, they hid themselves in the shadows and quieted down.

     Meanwhile, Emily, Rossi, and Cara crouched behind the L-shaped living room couch with confetti poppers in hand. Penelope and Tara took their positions near the light switch panel in the corner of the dining room connected to the living room. They, and the kids, held pop-out streamers.

     Everyone was ready to go.

     A minute of whispering passed by until there was a car honk. Immediately, everything stopped and it was quiet.

     The front door unlocked and a series of footsteps entered the house. The overhead light in the foyer turned on and its rays peaked through the hallway leading into the kitchen.

     From the living room and patio, everyone could faintly hear Spencer greet Matt, Kristy, and Luke. "I had no idea you guys were coming tonight. I thought it was only going to be Cara and I with Rossi."

     Matt responded with confusion, "And I thought we were going out to dinner?"

     "Wait, why are the rest of the lights out? Rossi?" Spencer called out, perplexed.

     "Maybe he's in the kitchen," Luke suggested casually, and Penelope rolled her eyes.

     Kristy innocently added, "Let's check."

     Subtle. Real subtle.

     Multiple footsteps walked toward the group, and everyone held their breath. Cara and Emily made eye contact in the dark and tried to suppress their laughter. Nothing was funny about this yet they wanted to laugh.

     When four shadows appeared in the kitchen and wandered to the living room, that was the cue.

     Just then, Penelope flicked on all the lights, flooding the space with fluorescent yellow hues. Everyone jumped out from their hiding spots and shouted, "SURPRISE!" Cara, Emily, Rossi, Penelope, and Tara popped off streamers and confetti, joined by the over-excited kids.

     Matt and Spencer were taken aback, their expressions a mix of shock and delight. Both of their jaws slackened.

     "Woah! What?!" Matt exclaimed.

     "Woah! Oh, my gosh!" Spencer gasped, eyes wide.

     Matt turned to his wife with amazement, almost speechless. "Did you know about this?"

     Kristy grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not."

     Still in awe, Spencer scanned the room and took in all the familiar faces pouring in. Eventually, he located his girlfriend. Cara stood with Emily and Rossi and was trying to brush pieces of confetti out of her hair. His heart swelled at the sight.

     No time was wasted and he went to her, a growing smile on his face. "Did you orchestrate all of this?" he asked once he was closer, gesturing to the party.

     Cara met him halfway, beaming. "Yeah. Kristy, Penelope, and I did with some help. It was Rossi's idea to host the party here. Surprise!"

     Without hesitation, Spencer grabbed her face and kissed her quickly. Cara giggled as he pulled away, planting kisses on her nose and forehead.

     "You had me totally fooled on the phone! I really believed you were in a meeting," he breathed, shaking his head in disbelief.

     "Good," she grinned, running her hands up his chest. "This was very last minute, considering you and Matt surprised us by coming home out of the blue."

     Spencer looked around, taking in the decorations and the smiling faces of their friends and family. "Well, thank you," he said sincerely, feeling her fingers fidget with the buttons on his cardigan.

     Cara's eyes sparkled as she responded, "You're welcome."

     Unexpectedly, someone interrupted them. "Spencer!" Rossi shouted happily, having just hugged Matt.

     "Rossi!" Spencer cheered, kissing Cara's forehead before leaving to greet the man.

     Shortly, Cara and Kristy locked eyes and shared triumphant smiles. It worked. They walked toward each other and stood proudly, watching everyone interact around them.

     "We did it," Kristy said, nudging the brunette playfully.

     "Fuck yeah, we did," Cara replied, high-fiving her.

     A few feet to the left, Matt noticed the two women talking and excused himself from his conversation with Morgan and Savannah. He backpedaled and walked over. "Cara," he called, grabbing Cara's attention. "Thank you," he said earnestly, reaching the pair.

     A grin tugged at Cara's lips. "Of course. You made sure Spencer made it back in one piece," she replied, opening her arms for a hug.

     Matt stepped into her embrace and rubbed her back. "He also made sure I made it back in one piece," he added, pulling away and wrapping an arm around Kristy.

     "And thank God he did," Kristy said, returning the gesture.

     Then, it dawned on Cara that another group of children was missing. "Where are the kids?" she asked, referring to their kids.

     "Babysitter," Kristy answered quickly, letting out a breath. "I figured it might be best considering the number of kids here already. Don't want to give Dave a heart attack when one of them inevitably damages or breaks something expensive."

     Cara pressed her lips together and squinted slightly. "That's probably best. Smart move," she nodded.

     The party shifted as drinks were eventually passed around, and the group moved outside. Each adult held a glass of champagne, the bubbles reflecting the twinkling lights strung across Rossi's backyard. The night air was filled with light chatter, laughter, and the soft clink of glasses.

     Then, an unexpected clearing of the throat cut through the air. All the mini conversations floating through the backyard came to a halt, and heads spun toward the porch patio. Rossi stood with a glass in his hand and wore a heartfelt expression.

     "I'd like to say a few words," he announced, briefly meeting Cara's expectant stare. Both he and her knew he was about to give a love-filled, cheesy speech. "This team, members new and old, has gone through a lot of changes in recent years. Some for the better, some for the worse. And despite everything—leadership changes, COVID, Krystal..."

     A solemn shadow cast over everyone at the inclusion of Rossi's late wife. Cara inhaled sharply, and the sound made Spencer's ears perk. Glancing down, he noted the frown forming. So he reached out and grabbed her hand; their fingers were stretched and loosely wrapped around the other's. It took a second for Cara to notice. When she did, she slowly spread his fingers apart, overlapping them with hers.

     "The health scares, kidnappings, the goddamn Sicarius case, Bailey, the Director, and his bullshit—we're still standing. We're still here, fighting the good fight as a family." Rossi's gaze softened as he took in the faces of his favorite people. He disregarded the playful looks of disapproval Savannah and JJ gave him for his language. "I'm grateful for every single one of you."

     With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he added, "And I want to give a special shoutout to figlia mia, who's been with me nearly every day, making sure I don't go too far off the edge."

     At the comment, Cara snorted and rolled her eyes. Subconsciously, she leaned into Spencer's side. A few heads turned to her. "I've actually encouraged you to go off the edge a few too many times, and gotten us in trouble..." she said with humor laced in her tone. Emily nodded in agreement, sending the pair a knowing stare. "So I don't know how much I've helped, honestly."

     Everyone erupted in laughter, especially JJ, Tara, and Luke, who truly knew the extent of what Cara was referencing. The amount of trouble Rossi and Cara got in during the Sicarius case was absurd. They'd broken protocol more times than they were caught for. In their defense, though, the job got done and Elias Voit was arrested.

     To wrap up his impromptu speech, Rossi said, "Now, I will end with this: I love everyone here, and I'm so glad to have Spencer and Matt back with us, safe and sound! Welcome home!"

     In unison, the group, including the kids, raised their drinks.

     "Hell yeah! To family and Spencer and Matt!" Penelope shouted, momentarily forgetting children were present. Savannah and JJ shot her disapproving glances. "Oh, shoot! Oops. My bad, so sorry."

     A second wave of laughter rippled across the group and they clinked their glasses together.

     As people began to disperse, Spencer and Cara found themselves standing together, sharing a moment of quiet in the bustling party. Their peaceful interlude was cut short by Jack joining them.

     "Hey..." Jack said shyly. There was a noticeable tinge of nervousness within that one word.

     Spencer broke into a smile and stood taller. This was his first time speaking to him that night and seeing him since the holidays. "Jack, hey! How are you?"

     "I'm good, how are you?" Jack replied, his eyes flickering between the couple.

     "I'm good, I'm good. What's up?" Spencer asked, sensing there was more to his approach.

     Jack hesitated for a moment before turning to Cara. "Well, I... Can I show you what I made?"

     Cara nodded, secretly a little curious as to what he made her this time. "Sure."

     Without a word, Spencer took Cara's drink from her hand, earning a grateful smile in return. He watched the two make their way into the house and toward the kitchen, a fond expression on his face. The relationship Cara had created with Jack was one he admired and it made him happy knowing Jack had another person in his life rooting for him.

     While Spencer stood there, lost in thought, Hotch walked over with a glass of champagne. "Congratulations, by the way," he said, a hint of a smile on his usually stoic face.

     Spencer blinked, looking at him with confusion. He hadn't detected his old boss's presence. "For what?"

     Hotch raised an eyebrow, surprised by his reaction. "The engagement," he clarified, nodding at the brunette woman. "I'm happy for you two."

     At the explanation, Spencer's eyebrows furrowed. A flicker of panic crossed his features. "Engagement?"

     "Yes..." Hotch replied, now equally confused. "Cara's wearing a ring on her ring finger. I assumed..."

     "You mean on her right ring finger?" Spencer asked, hoping there was a misunderstanding. His mind and heart were beginning to race.

     Hotch shook his head, beyond perplexed at this point. "No, her left."

     Oh.

     Spencer's eyes widened as realization dawned on him. The engagement ring being on Cara's left hand could only mean one thing—she decided to take the job offer. The deal had always been clear: she wouldn't change the finger the ring was on unless one of them decided to leave or left the BAU.

     Hastily, his gaze snapped to the kitchen where Cara and Jack stood at the kitchen island. From where he was, he couldn't see her left hand. His heart was pounding with a mixture of shock, euphoria, and a touch of anxiety. This was a monumental step forward, and one they hadn't discussed recently.

     Spencer took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He knew he needed to talk to Cara, to confirm that she took the job offer and that's why the ring was switched. But for now, all he could do was watch and wait with the uncertainty gnawing at him.

     In the kitchen, Cara kept her mouth shut as Jack unzipped his backpack. He reached inside and retrieved a carefully wrapped object covered in newspaper that was approximately a foot tall.

     "My teacher gave us this pottery assignment last month," he started steadily despite his apparent anticipation. "We had to create a soup or cereal bowl, coffee mug, or vase that resembled an element of nature using only two colors of our choosing. I chose dark blue and white and made a vase." Cara nodded, listening intently. "Some of my favorite memories include you. Specifically, our annual beach trip with my dad and Rossi."

     A smile cracked her serious expression at the mention of the annual trip.

     "I know that the ocean, not the beach, but the ocean is one of your happy places," he continued, his words careful and thoughtful. "The waves help with your anxiety..."

     Silence took hold of the conversation. Cara watched him unwrap the newspaper and place it to the side. As it was revealed, her eyes widened and her breath hitched.

     Before her stood a foot-tall vase, its base small and gradually widening as it rose. Halfway up, the clay formed waves that wrapped around the vase, painted in various shades of blue and white. The waves curled in on themselves, capturing the essence of the ocean's movement. The base started as a dark blue, fading into lighter shades before turning white for the waves. Dark blue streaks and white highlights on top added depth and gleam to the piece.

     It was beautiful.

     Cara was speechless, her jaw slackening while she took in all the intricate details. Jack waited nervously for a reaction.

     Finally, she blinked rapidly in an attempt to clear the tears that had gathered in her eyes. "It's, uh, it's beautiful, Jack..." she managed, her response thick with emotion. She swallowed harshly and cleared her throat. "This... Wow. Jack, I don't know what to say..."

     Relief flooded through his nervous system, and Jack let out a breath. He was worried it was too much or not enough and she wouldn't like it. But he should've known better. Cara had yet to dislike a single piece of art he'd made.

     "I hope you know some of my favorite and happiest memories include you, too," Cara said after composing herself. Their eyes locked and he shuffled forward, embracing her. She returned the gesture and inhaled deeply. "Thank you. Never forget how important you are to the people in your life. You're invaluable, Jack."

     She prayed he never forgot that.

     "Thanks," Jack replied, withdrawing from the hug. "So are you."

     Cara ruffled his hair affectionately, holding back tears. "Thank you. I'm going to put this in the downstairs guest bedroom, that way no one knows where it is and doesn't have a chance to break it. I'll see you outside."

     At that, the conversation ended. Jack nodded and headed outside to find his dad, his heart lighter from her surprise and words.

     As he approached his dad, Hotch raised an eyebrow in question. "Did she like it?" He was no longer standing with Spencer; instead, he was on his own.

     Jack nodded excitedly. "I think I made her cry!" Seeing both of his dad's eyebrows shoot up, he quickly clarified, "Well, she teared up and said to never forget how important I am to people."

     A smile appeared on Hotch's face, aware of how much Cara valued Jack. "Wise words," he said softly. "You are important to people, Jack."

     Returning the smile, Jack felt a surge of pride. "Thanks, Dad."

     Inside, Cara was near the front of the mansion, still on the first floor. She exited the guest bedroom and closed the doors, ensuring the vase was safely tucked away and out of sight. If it was out for anyone to touch, particularly the other kids, it could break and that's the last thing she would want to happen.

     Under her breath, she hummed along to the melody of 'Walkin' After Midnight' by Pasty Cline and strolled down the brightly lit hallway. Right as she came around the left corner, she was startled by Spencer's sudden appearance. He was breathless, eyes wide with an unspoken urgency.

     "Ara, hey," he rushed out, his voice slightly shaky.

     Cara tilted her head in confusion, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. "Hi..." she replied cautiously, wondering what had him so worked up.

     "I-I was looking for you."

     "Well, you found me," she said, a hint of amusement detectable to balance out the obvious stress. "What's up?"

     Spencer blurted out, "The ring."

     Immediately, Cara's lips twisted to the side, failing to suppress a smile. Finally. Stepping forward, she let out a breath and began fixing Spencer's tie. "I was wondering when you'd notice."

     "Does that..." His eyes flickered between her face and the hands on his tie. Her touch was light, gentle, and welcoming. A blush rose to his cheeks. Blinking, he forced himself to refocus. "Does it mean that you're taking or took the job offer? 'Cause we agreed the ring would switch to your left hand when one of us decided to leave or left the BAU."

     It took a fair amount of self-control to restrain herself from smiling wider than she ever had and kissing him senselessly. Instead, she kept her composure, and answered, "I turned in my two-week resignation notice today." Spencer's eyes widened again. "The only people who know so far are Dave and Em. Emily was there when I handed in my resignation letter and I told Dave earlier before everyone got here. If the transfer goes through smoothly, I'll be working part-time at the D.E.A. by the end of May."

     "W-What made you decide to take it?" he stuttered, his mind struggling to catch up. The feeling of her hands on his chest wasn't helping either, but he wouldn't dare to tell her to stop.

     "Since Voit's arrest, it's begun to feel like it's time for me to move on," Cara shrugged. "I know there's the whole Gold Star manhunt, working with Voit, and politics of it all, but I also know the team can handle it without me. If they do need me, they can easily reach out."

     Spencer's brow formed a jagged line as he re-processed what she said. "Wait, part-time? I thought the position was full-time."

     "It was," she confirmed, moving her hands to fiddle with the collar of his shirt. His blush darkened. "I spoke with the recruiting manager and explained that I would only take the job if it was on a part-time basis. It was approved. I want to take the opportunities the universe is presenting to me and take further steps to create the life I want, which means still working but living more."

     Nodding in understanding, he reached up and grabbed her left hand. The tips of his fingers ran over the band of the ring absentmindedly.

     This meant...

     "That includes taking the next steps in our relationship..." Cara added, almost reading his mind. "I want us to finally and officially live together without having to commute from one apartment to the next. I want to get that cute house we toured on Sedgewood Road during the holidays—it's still for sale. And I want to get married... sometime this year..." There was a trace of vulnerability laced within that final sentence, along with some uncomfortability.

     Averting his gaze, Spencer locked eyes with her. There was a smile growing on his face yet she still felt a twinge of anxiety. "What are you thinking?" she asked quietly, silently hoping he was on the same page as her.

     Spencer stepped closer, diminishing the distance between them. "I'm thinking..." he sighed, letting go of the ring and snaking his arm around her waist, "about how in love I am with you. I'm thinking that I am ready for the next steps in our relationship, too. I want all the same things."

     Thank God.

     "I didn't realize you wanted me to take the job so badly," she teased, tempted to giggle at how red his cheeks became.

     Spencer's jaw slackened. "I-It's not that I wanted you to take it," he stammered, trying to argue against her very true statement. "I love working with you so much. We get to be together, and I wouldn't have it any other way, but this... this job... It allows us to be us without protocol, and we can move forward." There was a lull of silence before he admitted, "Truthfully, I've been considering teaching full-time at the F.B.I. Academy."

     Cara's eyebrows bunched together. This was news to her. "When did that start?"

     He shrugged awkwardly. "I began exploring the idea during the assignment but didn't come up with a plan until the joint phone call in February. If you didn't want to take the D.E.A. position and decided to stay at the BAU, I was going to leave, transfer out of the unit, or take the teaching position Cruz has been offering me for years."

     Stunned, Cara's response was barely above a whisper. "What—Spen, you didn't and don't have to do that."

     "I know," Spencer said softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "But I want to. It's worth it to me... You're worth it to me."

     A canvas of bliss and utter adoration decorated her face. Over the years, Spencer had come to recognize every nuance of her facial expressions. More than ever before, he deeply understood her emotions and thought process. The same applied to her with him.

     And even though all of that was true, he still repeated her question from earlier, "What are you thinking?"

     Mimicking his previous actions, Cara stepped forward until they were chest to chest. "I'm thinking..." she traced every feature on his face with her eyes, etching the image into her brain, "about how in love I am with you."

     Using his free hand, Spencer lightly grabbed the bottom of her chin and guided her face up to his. Connecting their lips, he smiled when he felt her relax and lean her body against his. Her arms draped over his shoulders and she opened her mouth against his.

     With a soft moan, he returned the action. Shivers ran down his spine as he felt her play with the curls by the nape of his neck.

     Their lips moved in tandem, melding together perfectly.

     Neither pulled away for a few seconds until Spencer murmured against her lips, "I love you."

     Cara's stomach twisted and she smiled shyly. "I love you," she whispered, kissing him a final time.

     "Should we tell everyone?"

     A giddy smile awaited her when they fully separated, and she almost smirked. It didn't need to be clarified what he was talking about. She knew. "Are you sure? This is a welcome home party," she pointed out, running her fingers through his hair.

     "Precisely why it's the perfect time to," he argued, squeezing her side. "What better way to celebrate my return than by announcing we're engaged? Matt's also announcing something later."

     "It's not another kid, is it?" Cara deadpanned, stopping all movement.

     Spencer laughed and shook his head. "No. No, it's not. It's something else," he reassured her, pecking her on the lips. "Besides, Rossi, Emily, and Hotch know we're engaged." The other day, Cara had informed him that Emily figured it out.

     At the mention of Hotch, Cara's eyebrows drew in. "Aaron knows? Since when?"

     "He's the one who pointed out that the engagement ring was on the correct ring finger."

     Oh. Interesting.

     "Well..." she started, nodding slowly. "If he noticed, it's only a matter of time before everyone else does too."

     Spencer hummed in agreement. "Exactly."

     The brewing excitement on his face was too adorable to say no to, and she didn't want to say no. So she gave in. "We can tell them tonight if you want. It's up to you. I don't mind either way," she said.

     The reaction she predicted was immediate.

     "Tonight!"

     Cara laughed at his enthusiasm, the sound cut short as Spencer suddenly dipped her, still holding her by the waist. When he brought her back up, his lips were on hers. She shifted to cradle his face with her hands.

     Then, he pulled away much to her disappointment. "Tonight," he repeated, beaming with joy.

    Nodding, she kept her eyes locked on his golden brown ones. If she'd known a decade ago that she'd meet the love of her life and chosen family in a police precinct, she would have laughed. She would've cackled at the idea of ever leaving the Red Scorpions and finding happiness. And on any given day, she would've taken a bullet to the forehead rather than entertain the very notion of betraying the Red Scorpions.

     Thankfully, she ultimately chose to do exactly that. And when she opened her big fat mouth and painted a bright red target on her back, everything changed for the better. Regardless of the pain, loss, torture, and tears she suffered from. All of it led to where she stood right now in Spencer's arms, tucked away from the welcome home party with people she now considered family. She was happy and free—two things she never thought she'd be.

     "Tonight."

     The word slipped off her tongue with little to no effort. It was seamless and natural, and that's how she knew she was making the right decision.

     Cara Valentine was no longer lost and alone. She found paradise and didn't plan on leaving.

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epilogue:              𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃
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❛ This having learnt, thou hast attained
the sum of Wisdom; hope no higher,
though all the Stars thou knew'st by
name, and all th' ethereal Powers...

❛ By name to come called Charity, the soul
Of all the rest: then wilt though not be loth
To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess
A paradise within thee, happier far. ❜

──     ( XII. 575–587 )
john milton.      /      ♱
paradise lost.

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     hey everyone!! i hope you all enjoyed the epilogue!

     (special graphics + layout for the epilogue <3)

     AND EVERYONE LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!!! (for the most part, if you ignore the plotlines from the show lmao)

     i hope this is what everyone wanted and more <3 these characters mean a lot to me and it was important that i wrap this story up in the way i wanted to and what makes sense to me as the author.

     anyway! i want to start this final author note with a tremendous thank you.

     writing ❛ 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ❜ has been a six-year journey and a tumultuous experience at times. at one point, i was unsure if i would ever finish this book. however, i am proud that i did and am happy it's finally completed!

     whether you've been here since 2018 or yesterday, thank you for reading. i hope you've enjoyed it!

     BOTTOM LINE: thank you. i appreciate and am incredibly grateful for those of you who have commented, voted, and shown me so much kindness over the years. it means more than i can put into words. i hope this story has in some way, shape, or form, helped or taught someone something, big or small, or entertained you. thank you for following cara valentine's journey and showing her so much love!

     (NOTE NO.1: in criminal minds: evolution, there isn't a set or clarified timeline for when it takes place. it takes place two years after season 15, so presumably at the end of 2022, given the weather shown throughout season 16. for this book, the epilogue takes place halfway through the second episode of season 17 (the current season airing on paramount+, and the episode placement isn't perfect but it works well enough), in april 2023, but with its own twists/plotlines. it's not 100% canon to the show in terms of the year and month, but i don't believe it matters all that much. this is just a book.)

     (NOTE NO.2: penelope's birthday date is not known and the show never says when it is. all that is shared throughout the entire show is that she was born in 1979. for the purposes of this epilogue, her birthday is set mid-late april. ok! final side note over!)

     edit no.1 ━━ screencaps for the epilogue/what cara looks like now!!

     edit no.2 ━━ cara's engagement and wedding rings!

     lastly, thank you again for reading, and stay safe! <3

     all the best, grayson.

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