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A/n hey all... Here's the last chapter. Many thanks to my beta for giving me the idea for this story in the first place. Thanks to all for all your support and kind reviews.

Sergio's Sixth Sense

Reid knotted his tie, pulling it straight over the buttons on his white dress shirt. He pulled on a white and black sweater vest with silver pinstripes and buttoned it over his tie. He surveyed his face in the mirror and decided that the dark circles were less pronounced then usual because he'd had two, glorious, headache free days.

"Let's see if we can make it three." He said to his reflection.

"Great… I'm talking to myself."

A meow from the region of his ankles startled him. "Hey Sergio… I can't play. I have to go to a funeral."

The cat looked up at him and meowed again, clearly agitated. "All right… But just for a minute."

The cat ran ahead of him as he hurried into the living room and sat down on the couch. Sergio leaped into his lap and lay down. Reid stroked the cats head for a minute as the cat flipped over on to his back offering his stomach to Reid.

Sergio liked this game. He liked to grab at Reid's fingers with his paws. Reid dangled his fingers over the cats belly and Sergio grabbed on with is claws and his teeth.

"Hey watch the teeth." Reid scolded as the cat stared up at him with baleful eyes.

"Why are you so upset this morning?"

Sergio jumped down and ran to the door. He scratched at it and then sat there staring in a way he hadn't done for a couple of days.

"Are you still waiting for Emily?" Reid got up and reached for his messenger bag. "She's not coming back buddy. I wish she was."

Sergio scratched at the door and meowed at Reid. "I gotta go. I'll be back soon."

The cat meowed again and left the door to wind between Reid's legs. "Alright, but you have to behave."

The day was as sunny and bright as it had been on the day they'd laid Emily to rest in this very same cemetery. He was a little disconcerted when he heard they'd be coming here for Violet's mother's funeral. Garcia said it was some odd quirk of fate that both Emily and Marion would rest there. He didn't know if he believed in fate. He didn't like the idea that his life wasn't in his hands, that some all-powerful force led him around by the nose.

He parked his ancient Volvo behind Garcia's caddy. Violet's mother had a Will, which surprised Reid because of how she treated her daughter in life. Then, he realized that it was still all about her. Marion hadn't wanted a funeral, just a short graveside service. He sighed. It didn't matter that his mother was in a sanitarium. At least their relationship had survived the trauma of her illness. He knew what she wanted and why she wanted it.

The over hanging branches of a large, leafy elm tree provided shade on the cool April day. He rolled down his window and looked back over his shoulder. "Be good and I'll be back in a little while." He said to Sergio in his carrier.

The cat hissed at him, but he didn't know if that was because Sergio hated the carrier or if it was because Reid was leaving him alone in the car. It didn't matter because Reid needed to get to the gravesite.

He hurried up the sloping, grassy hill following behind Violet, Mary and Garcia. There were a few cars that unloaded people dressed in black that headed in the same direction. He threaded his way around white and grey marble headstones that lay in long rows. Some of the headstones were so old; he couldn't read the dates on them because of weather damage. He shivered in the warm breeze that lifted his hair. He didn't want to lie in the ground when it was his time. He already specified in his Will that he wanted to be cremated and he'd left it up to Garcia to decide where to scatter his ashes. He smiled a bit as he hurried to catch up with the other mourners. He trusted her but he knew she'd be irritated with him dumping that decision in her lap.

Most of the people collecting around Marion's gravesite were strangers. The way Violet surveyed the gathering told him that she didn't know any of these people. She held tight to Garcia's hand as they made their way to the front of the mourners and closer to the casket.

Reid held back and watched the two from nearer the back. The sudden overwhelming sense of loss that filled him at the sight of Marion's coffin nearly knocked him to the ground. It all came back in an instant, the funeral service, carrying her coffin to its final resting place, and placing a rose on the polished wood. He could still smell the slight perfume of the flowers and the familiar scent of newly mown grass on the wind. The sun on his neck felt like a hot iron, rather then the soothing warmth of life giving light. Tears welled up in his eyes as he sidestepped away from the people collected around the grave. He wiped furiously at the tears. This was about Violet, not his grief over Emily and her death.

He squared his shoulders and turned his attention to the pastor reciting the 23rd Psalm. It was his favorite scripture even though he didn't know if he could agree with "Yea though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will fear no evil." Against his will, his thoughts returned to Emily. Had she been scared when she was impaled and bleeding on the floor of that warehouse? Did she know she was going to die?

Tears ran down his face as the pastor began the Lord's Prayer. He couldn't stop them because it was every word of Emily's service all over again. He barely noticed when the service ended and everyone began to leave. He finally looked up to see Garcia with her hand in Violet's as the young girl walked away from her mother's casket. He hastily wiped at his tears and put on his sunglasses.

"Hi Violet…" He squeaked.

"Hi." She said softly.

"How are you baby cakes?" Garcia asked.

"I'm fine. I brought Sergio." He blurted out.

"I think that's the best idea you've ever had." Garcia said.

"He's in the car."

They walked back to the car and Reid let the cat out of his carrier. Sergio went to Violet who picked him up and stroked his neck. "Hey Sergio…" She quavered and then she began to cry.

"I didn't mean to make her cry." Reid hissed to Garcia.

"It's okay. Sergio has a way with grief stricken people." She winked at him and he finally smiled a little.

"Can we go?" Violet asked. "I don't want to be here anymore."

"Of course," Garcia looked at Reid as he took the reluctant cat.

"I'm going to stick around for awhile." He told her.

"Alright… Please stop by when you're ready. I have ice cream."

He managed a smile. "I can't refuse ice cream."

"Thanks for coming." Violet said.

He gasped in surprise when the teen suddenly hugged him. "Um… you're welcome." He stuttered.

He watched Garcia drive away with Violet in her convertible until he couldn't see the bright orange car anymore. He glanced down the hill to Emily's grave, which was uncomfortably close to Marion Strong's gravesite. He didn't believe in signs from a supernatural being that might be in charge of the universe, but he did admit that he needed to go down and see Emily's grave. If something pushed him to go there or brought him close because of Violet, he didn't know.

"Should we go see her?" He asked the cat.

Sergio only stared at him.

Reid sighed and lifted the cat into his arms. "People say the dead know if you visit their graves. I'm not sure I believe that."

Sergio's bright eyes fastened on his face, but he didn't give any indication he understood what Reid had just said about Emily.

Reid sighed again and walked down the gentle sloping grass to Emily's grave. Her head stone stood out new and bright among the other graves. He blinked his eyes behind his glasses. The date, carved into the face of the gravestone, was like an accusation to him.

"She's here and she's not coming back Sergio." He said to the cat. "What do we do now?"

Sergio meowed loudly, jumped out of Reid's arms and ran up the hill. "Sergio come back here."

The cat was out of sight by the time he topped the hill above Emily's grave. He called for the cat feeling more ridiculous by the minute, but the cat didn't show his face or his tail. "I'm going to leave if you don't come back." He shouted the threat.

Something black dashed past the corner of his eye, forcing him to turn back toward Ms. Strong's grave. "What are you doing?"

He walked back up to the grave, which still had fake green grass covering the dirt that would fill the grave. Flowers surrounded it, and the green tent over the chairs set up around the site was still there but empty. He didn't see anyone, but the cat that sat there looking at the grave.

"What are you doing?"

He picked up the cat and stroked his back. "I wish you could talk and tell me what's going on with you."

Sergio meowed and tried to get out of his arms. He held on tight and took the cat back to his carrier. Sergio did not like this turn of events and he made his irritation known as Reid bundled him back into the towel and into the carrier. As he wrestled with the cat, he wondered at Sergio's behavior. Why did the cat run away from Emily's grave and go sit next to the grave of Violet's mother? Did the cat know something like maybe…? No! He refused to see that thought through to its conclusion. He was tired and he was letting his imagination get the better of him.

"We're going to see Violet and Garcia." He told the cat as he pulled away from the curb. "Then we're going home and I'm going to take a nap. I just need sleep."

"Where to," The ticket agent asked the woman standing at the head of the line.

"Washington DC," She responded flawlessly in French.

"I hope you enjoyed your stay in Paris." The ticked agent said.

"It was… fruitful."

The blond agent gave her the stamped ticket. "Please visit us again."

The woman only smiled at her. "Thank you."

She placed the ticket in her carry on bag and headed to the security check in. The line was long enough that she had time to ready her passport for customs. She flipped it open and gazed at her face with someone else's name. Soon… She'd be with her family and she'd begin the process of being Emily Prentiss again and this time, forever.

THE END

A/n dun, dun, dun... Possible sequel if the muse says so, if not, then you'll have to use your imagination as to what happens next.