"Big plans for the weekend?" Agent Derek Morgan asked Jennifer Jareau as they walked through the hall, each carrying small cardboard flats filled with cardboard coffee cups.

"Will's finally got a weekend off." J.J answered.

"Alright." Derek teased. "So a little alone time, then?"

"Taking Henry apple-picking and shopping for a Halloween costume." J.J responded dryly, pushing open the door to the BAU bull pen.

"Look who I ran into." J.J said to Spencer Reid and David Rossi, who sat talking quietly to one another at Spencer's desk.

"Brought you coffee." Derek indicated the cardboard flat, which he set on a desk, picking the cups out of their holders and distributing them. "Hey, Reid, how's Avery doin'?"

"Uh, good." Spencer nodded. "She's seeing her therapist less and the nightmares seemed to have stopped, for the most part."

"How d'you like living with her?" Derek asked. Spencer cocked his head to the side in confusion. "J.J told me." Derek confessed.

Spencer looked over his shoulder to J.J, who simply shrugged.

"It's fine." He thought a moment. "She keeps forgetting where she put her keys." He said seriously, looking to Derek as though he should understand the doctor's confusion and annoyance.

Derek tried not to grin and J.J stifled a laugh. "Yeah, well," she said in a tone of overdone empathy "Well, bare with it. Living with someone can be a big adjustment."

"What ho, Crime fighters?" Garcia chirped, joining the team at the desk, a stack of folders in her hands. "Ooh, coffee! Did you bring me some?"

"No, I did not." Derek said "Because I brought you something better."

"Oooh!" Garcia wiggled with excitement as she took the cup from Morgan and lifted the travel lid.

"Hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon." Derek informed her.

"Just how I like my men." She looked at him meaningfully.

"Careful," Derek warned. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

Garcia just laughed. Aaron Hotchner appeared in the doorway, glancing to the others as he headed into the conference room.

"That's right." Garcia said in response, holding up the folders in her hand. "There will be time for our steamy love affair, but it is not right now. You've got a case."

The team filed into the conference room, J.J handing Hotchner a cup of coffee before taking her seat. Penelope Garcia was last into the room.

"Pack your bags, adventurers. You're going to Galveston, Texas." She announced, taking her place at one end of the table.

"What's in Galveston?" Derek asked.

"Aside from, I assume, a whole lot of barbeque and republicans? A double homicide." Garcia continued "Three days ago, 36 year old Juan Vasquez and 27 year old Amelia Hope were found murdered in an apartment building that was under construction. Workers found them. Both poisoned, though Hope also had a gunshot wound to the abdomen."

"Poison, that's unusual," Derek said "But why are we being called in for a double homicide?"

"The staging." Hotchner responded. "The scene was elaborately staged."

"How elaborately?" J.J asked.

"The unsub painted the room."

Rossi raised his eyebrows.

Garcia nodded, pressing a key on her computer and casting images of the crime scene onto the screen behind her.. "Both families failed to identify the clothes Vasquez and Hope were wearing, leading P.D to believe they were redressed. Also... well, see for yourself."

The staging was obvious and extensive. The couple, strangers in life, lay intimately intertwined. Both were well dressed and clean. Hope's ashy blonde hair and makeup were styled immaculately. The walls of the room had been painted a vivid teal.

"I know." Said Garcia uneasily. "Weird. Also weird is the fact that local P.D can find no connection between Juan Vasquez and Amelia Hope. Nothing that would indicate they had any kind of personal relationship, or even knew each other."

"With that amount of staging," J.J said, blown away as she read through the case reports sent up from Texas "do we think the unsub's playing out a fantasy?"

"We'll find out." Hotchner said. "Wheels up in thirty."

Gradually, the team filed out of the room, each to their own desk to call loved ones, cancel appointments, and otherwise get ready to leave. Spencer rose from his chair, crossing around the desk to Garcia.

"Garcia," he began tentatively. She looked up.

"Can you do something for me?" He asked "And don't tell the others?"