Author's Note: Alas, the end. Quite frankly, I don't have enough Muse Motivator left to extend RtD to 40 chapters like I initially planned. Sure, there's always the possibility of baby geniuses with all the fixings but I think that deserves its own story.
Besides, I'm a woman of my word and I said that I'd end the story when the latest season ended and I am curious about tonight's (2 HOUR!) finale. Going off of my info bar in Comcast, Emily is leaving, not dying so I'm wondering who else didn't sign their danged contract.
And I'm saying it: I love them all but I really, really, really hope it's not Reid on the chopping block. I don't think my poor heart could take it, especially after the Spartan kick In Plain Sight's series finale gave it last week. I was happy to see that the promo had him away from the impending mayhem but y'all know how cruel and unusual CM can get with their finales. We shall see.
Going back to RtD, I want to thank you all for reading, reviewing, alerting, and just enjoying my impulse Reid/Prentiss scribble on the wall and I hope to return to this fandom and pairing in the near future. With love, ~*CMW2*~
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
4 Months Later…
"Derek Xavier Morgan, I swear to God if you put me in that pool, I'll be putting you in with me!"
"Okay."
Spencer laughed as Morgan leveraged a squealing Garcia into the water and laughed harder as the blonde started hitting him. Morgan obliged her for 5 hits and then caught her left fist, pressing a kiss to it, right near the diamond solitaire ring. A light pink flush colored her cheeks and she smiled at him, kissing him sweetly but thankfully PG-13.
According to Derek, while he had bought the ring shortly after he and Emily had gotten hitched, Garcia had used "The Reid Method" in proposing. Of course, they were mid-coital instead of post but it got the job done. They were planning a June wedding in Chicago, the Lincoln Park Zoo gardens to serve as a backdrop. Due to his and Emily's "Come to Jesus" interventions, they were best man and maid of honor and Reid had been trusted with the main logistics. Desiree and Sarah Morgan Skyped regularly, becoming fast friends with Emily and Fran Morgan now made it a habit to send him homemade snickerdoodle. They tasted best with vanilla ice cream licked off of his wife…
Leaving the lovers to their "lifeguard practice", Spencer retreated back inside and took her in. Emily was curled up in the bowl chair, immersed in a Janet Evanovich book and using her foot to pet a snoozing Sergio. On the black cat's back were two calico mix kittens, Ophelia and Calphurnia, his daughters with Chairman Meow. There were 2 more kittens, Hamlet and Capulet, boys and maine coonish that lived with Ursula James. Ursula was a sculptor and just as amused at their cats' antics as they were. She had suggested joint custody with weekly visitation for both parties.
"Morgan put her in the pool?"
"Morgan put them in the pool. Her hair's ruined but I don't think she minds that much. Immersed in the misadventures of Stephanie Plum again?"
"Yep. I swear she should either just stick with Ranger or sew it shut. Morelli's no damned good for her. I don't get why she stays with him."
"I think it's a minor case of Stockholm's Syndrome combined with a low self esteem. Until she realizes that she deserves better than Morelli or some other Burg approved person, she's gonna be miserable."
"Damn right… wait, did you just profile my brain candy?"
"I did and it's our brain candy, now. I read the first 17 books this morning. It's more addicting than pistachios."
"Wow…" she drawled mockingly.
Instead of coming up with a retort, he just rolled his eyes and kissed her until she purred.
It was a near foolproof move.
He knew he'd be using it for years to come.
He looked forward to using it for years to come.
FIN.