They say every good story ends with a wedding and I am happy that mine does too. I loved writing this fic, especially Maeve, who is a wasted opportunity if I ever saw one. I hope you liked it too. Let's end this with the cheesiest epilogue of all times.

You shall neither have wife, nor bind any woman to you in troth, until your time comes and you are found worthy of it. (J.R. , Lord of the Rings)

Spencer couldn't be more grateful that Rossi, Blake and JJ took charge and organized his wedding for him. He and Maeve did give them limits and they had veto on every detail, but their three friends did most of the hard work.

And they did a good job, Spencer thought as he looked at Rossi's garden, the same place JJ and Will got married at. It looked very similar, but there were a few more people. Maeve's family, for example, her parents and a few cousins. Both Spencer's parents came and of course the whole team. JJ and Blake were nowhere in sight, they were probably with Maeve and her mother, getting the bride ready.

Spencer checked that Morgan, his best man, had the rings, and was told that he's showing some obsessive symptoms. He wanted to go and check something else, but stopped when he saw a familiar face in the crowd.

"Emily!"

"Hey, Reid! How are you?" Prentiss pulled him in a hug. "I'm sorry, the plane was late, otherwise I would have been here sooner."

"I didn't know you were coming," Spencer smiled widely.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world! I can't wait to meet the girl who is mad enough to marry Spencer Reid!" Prentiss clapped him on the shoulder. "Is the baby going to be here?" she craned her neck to see if she can spot Joanna.

"Yes, she is with the ladies upstairs. JJ and Blake promised to look after her during the service. What are you doing here?"

"She is one of my wedding gifts," said Rossi.

"What is the other?" Spencer asked.

"I think that would be me, right?" A woman with short dark hair came up to him. "Good to see you again!"

Spencer stared incredulously at Elle Greenaway standing right in front of him, grinning widely. A man with a boy who had to be about two years old stood right behind her and even though she was wearing a loose dress, she couldn't hide the fact that another kid was on the way.

"You look like you've seen a ghost. C'mon, you knew I was alive and well," Elle laughed. "This is my husband Marc and our son Alex."

"Pleased to meet you," Spencer nodded to Elle's husband before turning back to her. "I just didn't expect to see you... ever again, actually." He hugged her. "Thanks for coming."

"When Hotch called, I couldn't say no. Besides, he told me that you have a baby and there's no way I'd miss seeing you as a dad. Hi, JJ, Hotch!"

JJ greeted Elle and turned to Rossi. "We are ready."

"Not yet," Rossi shook his head. "Our guest of honor isn't here yet."

"He is," said Hotch and looked somewhere over Spencer's shoulder.

Spencer turned around and saw Jason Gideon standing there with that little wistful smile of his, looking like he never left.

"I thought you disappeared without a trace," Spencer folded his arms over his chest, glaring at his mentor.

"I left Aaron a way to contact me," Gideon smiled.

Hotch showed them a little card with a phone number and a short note: In case of a funeral or a wedding. G.

"You didn't show up for JJ's wedding," Spencer accused him.

"No, I didn't. The message didn't reach me in time and I am deeply sorry for my absence," he turned to the woman in question, but JJ was too busy for apologies.

"So that's everybody, right?" she asked Rossi. "Good. Can we start now?"

"Why are you so stressed?" Spencer frowned. "It's my wedding, isn't it?"

"You," JJ pointed to him, "there," she pointed to an arch of flowers where the big event was supposed to take place, "no comments."

"When did she become so bossy?" Elle shook her head.

"It's dealing with this lot for the better part of ten years," Emily said. "Maybe it's a good thing we left."

"You two," JJ lifted her finger menacingly, "to your seats. Now."

Rossi leaned to Spencer and whispered in his ear: "I liked her better when she was the bride."

But JJ hadn't been a media liaison for nothing and she got everyone in place in five minutes. The service went without a glitch, if you don't count Joanna, who chose the exact moment of her parents exchanging vows to start screaming. The women in charge of the baby had a short whispered argument about who will take her away because nobody wanted to miss anything. Luckily one of Maeve's cousins volunteered when she saw that JJ and Blake were seconds from pulling out guns.

Garcia was sobbing into Blake's tissue, JJ was clutching Will's arm like she was watching a suspense movie while looking incredibly proud, Emily and Elle, who bonded fast, were whispering and giggling, and Rossi shushed them. Hotch, who came with Beth, seemed to be busy keeping Jack in his place and Morgan almost lost the rings, which earned him a reproachful look from Spencer. Gideon just sat back and smiled like he had been expecting something like this for years. Given his reputation as a genius profiler, it might have been true.

The service turned into a dinner and the dinner turned into a party. About halfway through Gideon found himself standing in a quiet corner with Rossi. The men clinked their glasses and watched the crowd for a moment.

"He came a long way, didn't he?" Gideon said.

"You know what they say. Every good story ends with a wedding," quoted Rossi.

"I hope it's not true," said Gideon quietly. "I hope this is a beginning."

They both watched Spencer laugh at something Morgan said and Maeve slap Morgan's arm, trying her best to look offended. The newlyweds looked like a textbook image of happiness and so did the family around them. Elle was having a heated discussion with Will, Garcia was teaching Mrs. Reid some silly dance, Emily was gushing over Joanna, and Blake and JJ were playing volleyball with one of the balloons.

"We could never do it," said Gideon, gesturing towards the couple. "Have a normal life, normal marriage. Do you think he can?"

Rossi looked at Maeve, who seemed to be teaching Hotch how to dance rock'n'roll,

"I think she won't let him have anything less than a perfect life."

THE END