The latest addition to my series of Reid/Emma stories. This one follows directly after 'Do You See What I See?"

Any comments and/or suggestions?

Prologue

"Smoke and mirrors," the unsub thought as he sat at his workbench putting the finishing touches on his latest device. "After I check the emergency response team's response times to this diversion, I'll be able to finalize the plans for my statement to the world. And, when I am done, they won't forget me – Ever!

His cell phone rang and he checked the screen before answering. "Jeremy, My Boy! Checking in?"

"What about the others, are they ready also?" he inquired solicitously.

"Oh Yes. This drill will provide an excellent opportunity for the emergency response teams to get some practice," he assured his caller.

"Of course I have everything ready and in position for your team," he was starting to sound testy. "All you boys have to do is arrive at the prearranged site and carry out our plan from there."

"Okay, Great! I will be meeting all of you at our rendezvous point afterwards, My Boy. Best of luck!"

After closing up his disposable cell phone, the unsub carefully put it in his pocket. He might need to use it again before he gave it a final toss into the river. "Fools! Both them and their parents!" was his mantra as he carried the hardware out the door and carefully packed it into his van before setting out to the drop site.

And, the story begins - -

It was the weekend of the yearly Sci-Fi Con and Garcia and Sam arrived at Reid's apartment early on Saturday morning, dressed and ready for the event. They had both chosen to dress as the Eleventh Doctor from the Dr. Who franchise, and were now standing in Reid's living room helping each other adjust their bowties and fezs. Reid, who had chosen the Fourth Doctor as his model, was alternating between adjusting his wig and nervously winding and rewinding the long scarf around his neck.

"Relax Reid!" Garcia told him. "You look just fine! You did a magnificent job of knitting that scarf!"

Where's Emma?" Sam worried. "We don't want to be late. We'll miss the opening panels!"

"Here I am," Emma's voice heralded her arrival into the room. "All dressed up and ready to go. Blame the delay on the wig. I should have forgone it and just dyed my hair red. It would have grown out eventually."

Sam looked over as she came through the door, and his mouth involuntarily dropped open. "Um – m – m," he stammered.

"Do I look okay?" Emma worried. "If you can't guess, I am supposed to be Amy Pond."

"Yeah – You look – Fine," Garcia noticed the very short denim skirt Emma was wearing, along with the white open necked shirt, jean jacket, and ankle boots.

Reid just stared openmouthed at his maybe wife.

Emma was too busy fussing with her small shoulder bag to notice the effect she was having on both Sam and Reid.

"And, I will have you know I got a new camera," she announced cheerfully looking up. "Sam, thank you so much for helping me! I took your advice and got the model you recommended. We'll have to take lots of pictures. Once you help me figure out how it works, that is."

She looked around at the others. "What?" she asked.

"You can't go out dressed like that!" Reid blurted out. "Everyone will see you!"

"Spencer," Emma smiled at him. "That's the reason you dress up for a Con! However, I am sure there will be people there dressed much more exotically that this. No one will notice me."

"You have legs – I mean - I know you have legs," Reid was stuttering.

"He probably means that he is more used to seeing you in trousers or jeans," Garcia interpreted Reid's ramblings.

"That is too short!" Reid was emphatic. "That skirt - You can't wear that!"

"This is the way Amy Pond dresses," Emma told him defiantly. "I've watched all the episodes she was in and I never once saw her wearing a shroud. She did wear her wedding dress, but that is terribly impractical – You know I can't wear white, I just get it dirty!"

"But – You're – "Reid started again. "We're – You can't go like that!"

"I'm what and we're what?" Emma demanded. "And what do you mean telling me whether I can or can not go? I am dressed and I am going and that is that!"

"Now," she continued, ignoring him and speaking calmly to Garcia and Sam. "We had better get moving if we don't want to be late. There are some early panels I would like to attend."

Holding her head up, Emma walked out the front door followed by Garcia and Sam, while Reid trailed reluctantly behind.

Once they were out in the parking lot Emma turned to Garcia. "Penelope, I think you had better drive," she told her friend. "Spencer can sit in front next to you and sulk. And, if you don't mind, I'll take Sam in the back seat with me so he can show me how this new camera works."

Garcia already had her car keys out. "Works for me!" she declared as she headed towards her classic car.