"Yo, Reid. Need a ride today?" Morgan called across the bullpen to his friend. The BAU had finally finished their paperwork for the evening and were making their way towards the elevators to head home. It was surprisingly early for them to be getting out, and they were quickly making plans to go out for a few drinks. "You're on my way, if you don't want to join us."

"No thanks," said his younger friend easily. "I've got one today, actually."

"Oh yeah? You got here on your own this morning, too, I remember. Who's picking you up?"

"My girlfriend."

At this, Morgan, Prentiss, and Garcia all stopped in their tracks just outside the building. "Girlfriend?" they all exclaimed, almost in perfect sync.

Reid, who had been the only agent to continue walking, stopped now and turned back. "Um…yeah?"

"Since when do you have a girlfriend, Wonder Boy?" Garcia asked, well aware of how rude she sounded but unable to stop herself.

"A few months now, I guess. Why?"

"Why didn't you ever tell us, Reid?" Prentiss asked. "Whenever we asked you what you were doing, you always said you were reading or watching a movie or something."

"Well, I was. You only asked what I was doing, not if I was doing it with anyone. It didn't seem important."

Morgan blinked. "Huh. Fair enough. Well, good for you, man. I'm happy for you. A few months, huh? You really like this girl?"

The young genius smiled widely. "I really do. I've never really believed in the institution of marriage, considering it's derived from religious tradition and I don't believe in religion, but she does, and I'm really considering asking her. She's wonderful." Prentiss and Garcia both squealed like little girls.

"Reid that's so great! We have to meet her, can we? Please? Please?"

"Well…sure, I guess. She ought to be here any minute."

The two girls and Morgan stuck their heads together and Reid stuck his into a book. "Alright," Garcia said. "What do you think she's like? You know she has to be brilliant, or Wonder Boy would be too bored all the time."

"And I'll bet she's really quiet, like him," chipped in Prentiss. "Probably a good girl, you know anything else would probably give him a panic attack." Both girls looked towards Morgan, waiting for his contribution.

"Hey, now," he said, holding up both hands. "I agree with you, but don't ask me what I think she's like. I have no idea the kind of girl he goes for." Garcia shrugged.

"Lots of pretty dresses, I bet. A cute little compact car, maybe a minivan. Something safe and sensible." The three continued murmuring, ignoring the sound of a motorcycle coming towards them. They didn't even look up until the engine came to a stop and a bright voice called out their colleague's name.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, I got a little held up at work. I hope you weren't waiting long."

"Not at all. I actually have some people who want to meet you. Guys? This is my girlfriend, Lynn Jones. Lynn, this is Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and Penelope Garcia. They're all a part of my unit."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, surprised. "It's so nice to finally meet you! Spencer talks about you all the time, I've heard so many good things!"

The three could only stand and stare as they took in the sight in front of them. The girl had dismounted from a large red motorcycle and pulled off a matching helmet, shaking out long auburn hair that fell down her back in waves. As she tucked a strand behind her ear, they could see a bar running through the top of her right ear and a small rose tattooed just behind it. They could see another tattoo peeking out on her wrist from under her leather jacket. Under the jacket she wore jeans, a red shirt and a grey vest, and black Converse were tied securely to her feet. And most baffling of all, this creature stood there, holding Spencer Reid's hand and looking at him like the most wonderful thing she had ever seen, a look he was happily returning.

Morgan was the first to regain composure. "Yeah, nice to meet you too, Lynn, was it? I've got to say, Reid hasn't really told us much about you. No offense."

"Oh, no worries," Lynn smiled breezily. "We were both keeping kind of quiet about it until we were sure it was going to work out. He just met my friends the other night. You know, Spencer thinks it's silly that I feel like this, but I just wanted to thank all of you. You do so much good and protect so many people, it's really admirable. I've been really looking forward to meeting all of you." Again, the three were taken aback.

"Thank you so much," answered Prentiss. "What do you do, Lynn?"

"I'm a behavioral therapist, working mostly with children with developmental disabilities like autism. I also give music lessons in my free time. It's not much, but working with the kids is so fulfilling, and I get to really feel like I'm helping the world be a better place. I absolutely love it."

And right in that moment was when the BAU agents realized what had drawn Reid to this girl who was so very different from him. They could see the naked honesty and passion in her face when she talked about helping people, which is exactly why Reid had come to work for the FBI. And they could once again see in their colleague's eyes the affection he held for this girl. Morgan noticed that the hand not grasped in hers was fidgeting in his pocket, and had a feeling that he wasn't just considering marriage; he was getting ready to propose, and soon.

"Girls, why don't we get out of here and let the happy couple be on their way? I'm sure they have plans tonight." Morgan winked at his friend, who nodded a quick, understanding 'thanks'.

"It was so good meeting you; I can't wait to get to know you all better," Lynn smiled, swinging a leg back over the motorcycle as Reid stored his bag in the rear compartment and climbed on behind her. The other three agents returned the sentiment, and Lynn and Reid waved before placing on their helmets. Lynn gunned the engine, and the two sped off. Morgan, Prentiss, and Garcia all stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. It was finally Garcia who broke the silence.

"Oh. My. God. Did you see them together? I'm telling you - Prettiest. Babies. Ever."