Chapter One:

August 22, 2012

The dark movie room of David Rossi's home was filled with the BAU men. What had started as a low stakes poker game had quickly devolved into a movie night when the older men had found out that Spencer Reid had never once seen The Godfather trilogy. David Rossi, a longtime fan of the classic mob movies, positively aghast, demanded that the poker game end and that they watch the first Godfather movie. No one was completely sure if Rossi was just trying to end his horrible losing streak, or if he was just genuinely shocked that the resident genius and bibliophile hadn't seen one of the best movies in the world.

One movie down and Rossi could call it a night. Spencer seemed to have his mind blown by the genius of part one and now it was time for real talk. With a flip of a switch, the lights were back on and Dave had some unanswered questions that Spencer had been avoiding all night. Spencer had strategically managed to go the entire night without once revealing any sort of particulars when it came to the wedding plans that never seemed to be discussed. Spencer had zigged and zagged his way through cases and the bullpen, always finding something else to talk about other than his personal life.

"So have you and Gwen set a date for tying the knot?" Dave asked. After going through three rounds of poker without a word of weddings and nuptials, Dave was now taking matters into his own hands, seeing as Derek was willing to let the matter lie.

Spencer yawned and checked his watch. "We've talked about it," he answered vaguely. "We haven't gotten any closer to figuring it out though. That hasn't really stopped Gwenevere's mother from dropping off a new wedding magazine once a week. I'm sure that if we don't make a decision, she'll make it for us."

"Just don't elope, kid," Morgan chuckled as he leaned against the wall that led into Rossi's dining room. "If you do, everyone will have your head on a stick, and Garcia will be carrying it around."

Spencer cringed slightly at the mental images the thought provoked. The last thing he wanted was Penelope Garcia angry with him. He glanced at his watch. The gesture wasn't so much because he needed to know what time it was, it was more to drop the subtle hint to his teammates that he actually didn't want to talk about the wedding. "I should go home. Gwenevere is in Berkeley, so Lizzie and Greg are at the mercy of Walter."

Morgan, suddenly struck with a new thought, pushed himself off the wall and crossed the room so he was closer to Reid. "Are you guys going to find a new place? When you get married, you'll all be living together under one roof. I've seen both places, I'm pretty sure that you can't fit that much stuff in a three bedroom condo."

Spencer loosened his tie. He just wanted to get away from all the questions. There was still a lot up in the air, actually, everything was up in the air. "We haven't really talked about it," he answered with a gulp. They had only been engaged a couple months and both were busy with their jobs. Spencer waved good-bye before he quickly made his way to the front of Rossi's mansion, hoping that he wouldn't be followed and questioned further.

As Spencer stepped out into the warm August air, he took a deep breath and made his way to his old Volvo. As he unlocked the door and climbed behind the wheel he thought about his upcoming, but not immediate, nuptials to one Gwenevere Thompson, college professor and journalist.

After a hectic year with its ups and downs, Spencer knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Gwenevere, so he did the one thing that seemed logical. Spencer Reid proposed, and obviously, Gwenevere had said yes. Hence his current and constant state of unanswered questions.

He was almost certain he would have more answers for his friends and family once Gwenevere came back from California. She had been there for the past couple weeks working on some sort of project with an old professor as she waited for her job at Georgetown to start. Spencer, meanwhile, was traveling just about every week to work on a new case. Because they never managed to be in the same place at the same time, they never really sat down to talk about the wedding. They still talked daily, short, ten minute bursts of "how are things?" "I miss you," "I love you," and "don't forget this!", but they never managed to talk about their engagement. Spencer wondered that if things kept up like this if there would be no wedding.

Before turning the engine over, Spencer pulled out his phone and saw he had a text message from Gwenevere. Don't forget to email Dr. Donovan and give her an update on your headaches.

Don't forget that you have an appointment with Dr. Goldsmith tomorrow at ten to discuss possible texts for your class on the Victorian period. Spencer texted back.

He got a quick reply back. I knew I was forgetting something.

Spencer turned the car on and backed out of the driveway slowly. He wouldn't be going to his condo in D.C.. Instead, he would just go to Gwenevere's place where he had been staying for the past couple of weeks, make that months. It was only a few short blocks from the BAU, so he didn't really have to take the train as much, a godsend to his wallet, and as much as he hated to admit it, Gwenevere's condo seemed to work better than his own. Spencer never thought that would happen, but the small sounds were what really made Spencer feel comfortable. He liked listening to Lizzie's frustrated sighs as she worked on Chemistry or math, or the dull, thumping sounds of Greg's music as he worked on homework in his room. It was a nice feeling knowing that he wasn't really alone at any given time and there was a special kind of calm that took hold of him amidst the daily controlled chaos that was the Thompson family home.

Twenty minutes later, Spencer parked next to Gwenevere's mini cooper in the empty business parking lot that was hidden behind Espresso Shot! and the assorted law offices that occupied the building. Spencer didn't even have to worry about trying to get a spot now that the offices and the café had been closed for several hours. If he wanted he could have parked in any of the 18 parking spots.

Spencer climbed out of his car and made his way to the tall staircase the led up to Gwen's front door. He unlocked the door and stepped in to find Gwenevere's niece and nephew playing the wii.

"Greg! STOP!" Lizzie shrieked as one of the boxing characters was knocked out.

"Lighten up, sis. It's just a game," Greg laughed.

"I'm so done," Lizzie said dropping her remote onto the couch with a huff. It was then that she noticed Spencer. "Hey Spencer. How was poker?"

"I won two hundred dollars. Where's Walter?" Spencer asked, looking around and finding the tall lumberjack figure missing from the main living area.

Walter was one of Gwen's best friends from childhood, and he lived in a studio apartment downstairs and as such was often times called in to babysit the two teenagers when both Gwenevere and Spencer were gone. Although, Gwenevere often times had to clarify that it wasn't so much babysitting as it was just making sure that both teens ended up getting to school and making sure they ate three meals a day.

"Bathroom," Greg answered. He turned off the TV and turned to Spencer with a smile. "I know you're busy planning a wedding with Aunt Gwen, but I want to build another robot. This time for a competition in Berkeley this spring."

Spencer didn't really have to think about it. "Sure!" he said. He had built a robot with Greg last year and it had permanently put Spencer in the position of coolest guy to date "Aunt Gwen" in a long time. Currently that robot was in Greg's closet and it had the function of tossing a ball for a friend's rather hyper dog. Also, Spencer just liked to make robots. "Do you have any ideas of what you want to build this year?"

"Robot butler," Greg answered with a smirk.

"I'm sure Gwen will love that," Walter chuckled as he came from the hallway. "Just be sure to program it right this time."

"WE FIXED IT!" Greg growled bitterly. "And I apologized for breaking Gwen's bedroom window. It wasn't supposed to go that high."

"Easy tiger," Walter laughed, holding his hands up in a placating manner. He glanced at Spencer. "How was poker?"

"Good, how was everything here?"

"Calm," Walter answered. He clapped his hands together and nodded at Spencer. "Now, I'm going to go work on my book reviews." He made his way to the door after mussing up Greg's shaggy brown hair and giving Lizzie a tight hug.

"Have a good night," Spencer said. "Thanks for everything." He sat down on the couch tiredly and blew out a sigh. He heard the door close and mentally made a note to lock it before he went to bed. He closed his eyes as Lizzie sat down on the couch next to him.

"So you're going to help me with my AP Physics this year, right?" Lizzie asked.

Two more days, Spencer reminded himself of when Gwen would be returning. Maybe then, he could actually sit down and start planning that wedding thing. "Of course. And you're applying to colleges this year, too."

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Author's Note: I confess, when I said I would have a sequel out, I didn't think it would take me three months… But then the chaotic life of living on my own happened, and school started, and I haven't really had time to sit down and write. However, I'm determined to change that. . . Because let's be real. I miss writing for fun. And I can manage my time well enough now to a point where I think I have it figured out.

Anyway, I'm on a rampage to get these written and posted. So… maybe you'll get another chapter before the semester ends… Well, you will get another chapter. And hopefully you won't have to wait so long.

Ren