AN: Hi everyone. I hope you enjoy this little story. As usual, I don't own a thing. (I really wish I did!)...

Picture Perfect Memories by Kricket Williams

"Okay, everyone!" the overly enthusiastic photographer cried out. "Say 'Stinky feet!'"

"Where the hell did they dig this girl up from?" David Rossi asked, his grin still plastered on his face. He was standing exactly like he was supposed to be, lined up behind his assigned bridesmaid.

"It's Pen's cousin," JJ replied from next to Dave. "They must've gotten a deal."

"I thought they got her from the pits of hell to torture us," Emily remarked between her clenched teeth.

Reid let out a small laugh. "She's not that bad."

As if on cue, the photographer knocked her tripod over.

That earned him Prentiss taking a slight step back to jam the point of her heel on Reid's toe.

"Oww!"

"The things we do for love," JJ said softly.

"And we all do really love them," Prentiss added with a smile.

The photographer frowned, looking at her camera. "Oh, we need to retake that. The flash was only at a four and we needed a five. Stay just like that! Don't move a muscle."

"We're a captive audience; what does she expect?" Rossi said out of the corner of his mouth. "That lucky Hotch-he gets to walk Kitten up the aisle, so he only had to be in usher pictures."

"That sounded jealous," JJ remarked.

"Of not standing here?" he questioned incredulously. "Hell, yes."

"Oh, settle down; you can deal," Prentiss said, laughing slightly at Dave's petulant tone.

"I am exhausted!" Seaver groaned, letting the smile come off of her face for the first time in forty minutes. "How many takes has that been? Twenty-five?"

"Twenty-seven, plus three retakes," Reid replied quickly.

"You've lost your smile," Mick commented to Ashley, a teasing grin on his face. "Chin up, stay positive."

"That was very British of you, Mary Poppins," Emily clipped, rolling her eyes. There was a touch of love/hate animosity still brewing between Prentiss and the only member from Penelope's other team in the wedding party. "Keep a stiff upper lip and all that."

"Sweetheart, you want to see something stiff," he remarked dryly. "I can show you after the reception."

She turned to glare at him. "In your dreams, Rawson."

Mick's grin was positively lascivious. "I guarantee: naked, you wouldn't be calling me Mary Poppins..."

"God, this is a chatty bunch," Desiree, Derek's sister, remarked, standing in front of her husband, Mark. "Penelope warned me, but I didn't quite believe her."

That got the group to turn and look at her.

"Garcia warned you?" Reid asked, looking somewhat surprised.

"Mmm hmm," Desiree said. "She said that you would all probably be bickering like family."

"Well, I wouldn't quite say-"

"It isn't that-"

"Actually, the term relates more to-"

"Bickering? We don't-"

The bright flash caught them all off guard.

Weeks later...

"This is still my favorite picture," Penelope said, her finger lovingly touching her team in the botched picture. She was sitting in her favorite spot, on her husband's lap, looking through their wedding album. "Stasia took a wonderful candid shot."

Looking at all of them, it was pure magic. Reid's hands were poised mid air in explanation. Emily's hands were on her hips and her eyes were flashing fire at Mick- and then he was returning the look with urbane appeal. JJ's had a half grin as if she were about to say some cheeky and perceptive comment. Rossi had a sarcastic quirk to his mouth...and Des and Mark were looking like they were all crazy.

It was their family in a nutshell.

Derek chuckled. "She was creative, I have to give her that."

"It's adorable," Pen gushed, "but I like the formal one, too."

"Wanna know my favorite?" Derek asked.

She turned to look at him. "What one?"

Turning the pages, he stopped on one of her alone in the chapel. The stained glass windows were a colorful silhouette behind her, a bright contrast to her ivory satin dress and fair skin. Her shoulders were bare and her golden hair had been artfully arranged in a coiffure of perfect, yet touchable, curls. The dim lights from the candles burned low all around her, illuminating her skin and hair with a faint glow, and her perfect, gentle smile as she looked at the bouquet of white roses and calla lilies she carried, all contributed to making her look ethereal.

"That one...you look like an angel," he murmured, his voice husky as he met her gaze. "Just like you do now."

"With a slightly crooked halo," she said, smiling softly as she cupped his cheek in her hand. "Come to earth, just for you."

He placed the book aside, and then stood, carrying her in his arms. "Come, my angel. Let's go make another picture perfect memory."

And as he carried her down the hall, they both knew they would be doing just that.