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Hello all y'all amazing people! Y'all are all special, and unique, never forget it! And you are all my Amazing Lovelies!

To my reviewers, and followers, may I introduce, the next STORY! For those of you who don't know: I have received a challenge. it contains multiple scenarios of library fix-its involving CM and DW, and the evolution is up to me. I intend to turn each base into a multi chapter story. I will update as often as possible, enjoy! I would love constructive criticism, if you don't mind. OH! And The Doctor is Reid and Reid is him, so he shall be referred to as Reid. -Fly On, Fly Strong, Fly Forever, Fly High, Fight Hard, Live Free

CH:1

The phone on Reid's desk rang stridently, distracting the entire team from their paperwork. He snatched it up quickly. "Doctor Reid."

"Doctor Reid, there's someone here to see you."

"Send them up. Who is it?"

"It's a Professor Song."

"Excellent," Reid's face broke into a broad grin as he hung up the phone. The team who'd only heard Reid's side of it stared at him curiously as he hurried over to the elevator and waited, completely ignoring them.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, offering the team a quick glimpse of a blonde woman, before to the immense shock of the entire BAU, not just his team, Reid took her hand, pulled her close, and kissed her soundly on the lips. She responded enthusiastically, pulling him even closer. When they eventually broke apart for air, he tapped her on the nose and murmured something too low for them to catch. She whispered something in his ear, before saying aloud, "Hello, Sweetie."

She was British. A British woman in FBI headquarters. That was new.

Now everyone could see her properly. She had her long, blonde, curly hair pulled back in a tight braid; she was wearing a pair of shorts, a fitted tank top, and a pair of strappy sandals. Despite the fact that she was dusty and seemed to be wearing a fine layer of dirt, she looked like a lady, exuding an aura of elegance. She had a messenger bag much like Reid's, a suitcase, and a duffel bag, which were all just as grimy.

What shocked everyone the most was the gleaming gold wedding band she sported along with a brilliant blue sapphire engagement ring.

"Sorry to just turn up like this, my love, but it was an emergency evacuation. It's been pouring rain, and while the dig location is secure, the camp was in danger of mud slides, so they shipped us out with no time to call. The flight was an anti-cell phone airline, but hey, it was long enough for the mud to dry."

"Excuse me, Ma'am, but why didn't you just go home?" Agent Rossi asked.

"Well, I would, except, I left my keys with my husband, because I have a bad habit of losing them on digs. Hence why I took a bus to meet him here." She snaked an arm around Reid's waist, which caused everyone to release that he now sported a good amount of dirt as well. When he caught everyone's looks, he glanced down and groaned.

"Ri-veeeer, why?"

"I don't recall you complaining, Sweetie," she shot back with a wicked smirk. She kissed his cheek. "How long until your lunch break?"

"An hour, why?"

"Well, I figured, once I'm clean again, and I've had enough coffee to beat the jetlag and make me feel somewhat human again," she winked as if that was some inside joke, "we could go grab some lunch."

"Sounds like a brilliant idea, however, why don't you stay here, there's a shower in every bathroom in case of emergency, you can clean up here, and I won't have to worry about you getting in trouble."

"Oh you know I can always find some kind of mischief," her eyes danced with an impish gleam. "Where's the ladies'?" He directed her there, then settled into his desk. He became aware of all he eyes on him.

"What? What's up with you guys?"

AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.