A/N 05/2017. Got rid of the kitschy 1st-person POV switches and fixed the marriage date.

"The fact of the matter is that there is absolutely- what is it, Dennis? I'm in a meeting." Hermione frowned. Dennis Creevey, her assistant of several years, was not usually one to interrupt.

"I know; I scheduled it." He wasn't wrong. "There's an emergency with a Mr. Spencer Reid, and he has you listed as his next of- where are you going, boss lady?" His first day, that little rascal had called her "boss," and had been completely serious, but now he only said it to pick on her.

Hermione rushed out of the conference room and back into her office, searching for her mobile phone - the call had to have come on my mobile, the Ministry didn't have phones - with no success. She felt around on her desk, shuffled and flipped papers, and slammed drawers open and closed until she felt a light hand on her shoulder. She wheeled around, mouth open and ready to go off, and Dennis handed her the mobile phone.

They're still on the line, he mouthed. She nodded.

Thank you, she mouthed back. Holding the phone gently to her head, hand shaking slightly, she said, "Hermione Granger speaking, how may I help you?" It was her telephone voice, which she had put special effort into developing over the years. Warm and polite, with a firm undertone regardless of the situation.

"This is Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner with the FBI. Are you the next of kin of Dr. Spencer Reid?" Ah, yes, she'd heard of Agent Hotchner before from Spencer. His ornery but well-meaning boss. Someone who should not be calling her.

"Yes," she said stiffly, "he's my husband." Dennis turned quickly in disbelief, knocking over the stack of parchment brochures he had previously been attempting to reorganize.

"I'll be there as soon as possible," Hermione Granger said. Her voice, though initially firm, had grown less so over the course of our conversation. A click and then silence told me she had hung up, and Aaron Hotcher snapped his cell shut.

"That the right girl?" Morgan asked, doubtful even though he had heard his boss's side of the conversation. That she had a UK-formatted number had thrown them all.

"Yes, it was the right girl." How had none of them known Reid was married? It was unnerving. Hermione Granger must be one hell of a woman, to be married to Reid, Hotch thought. To be secretly married to Reid.

"How is she related to him?" Prentiss asked, brows raised. The whole team had been curious as to which of Reid's relatives was living in Britain.

"She's his wife." It got exactly the reaction Hotch had expected, exactly the reaction he'd had inside. "They've been married since 2001."

"Reid's been married for seven years? How did we..." There was no need for Prentiss to finish her question. They were all wondering the same thing.

"Well," Morgan said, "it explains why Reid never goes on any dates. If she's been living overseas this entire time, though, he is one hell of a faithful guy."

A nurse stuck her head out a set of double doors. "Agents?" All heads swiveled in her direction. "Dr. Reid is out of surgery and stable. You can see him now, but he's still a little out of it." We didn't care; we all stood and rushed to follow her to his (private) room. Once inside, with the others crowded around Reid - who was still groggy from the anesthetics, just as the nurse had said - she pulled Hotch to the side so his back was to Reid. "Agent Hotchner, I have a bit of paperwork-"

"His wife is on her way," he said. "Does it have to be filed before tomorrow?" She shook her head. "Then I'll let her- I'm sorry," Hotch said more loudly, peering over the nurse's shoulder. She spun around to face an intruder. "Who are you?"

The visitor, a frazzled-looking young woman who now had the attention of everyone in the room, stood on the tip-toes of her patent leather flats in order to get a better look at Reid. "I'm Hermione Granger. We spoke on the phone, I believe." She cast a glance at me, then continued to peer through the group of agents at Reid. "May I see my husband, please?"

"Hermione?" Reid called faintly from his bed. "'S that you?"

Pushing past the nurse and Hotch, and squeezing past the hospital bed to get to Reid's other, less crowded, side, Hermione Granger said, "Yes, Spencer. It's me; I'm here." She knelt down to stroke his cheek, and his hand found its way into hers. "I'm here."

"I missed you at Christmas," he said quietly, oblivious to the looks the couple was receiving from the rest of the team - indeed, oblivious to the rest of the room entirely. "Did you get your present?"

She nodded, smiling, still stroking his hand. "It was beautiful. And did you get yours? The mail in and out of the Ministry has been iffy, but it's better than..." Hermione Granger glanced over to the team, an action that seemed to bring Reid back to the present. "Well, you know."

Reid looked about himself, as though startled. "Oh, Hermione, you need to be introduced!" He repositioned himself to face the rest of the room, hand on hers all the while.