Amy struggled with the baby seat over one arm, juggling her purse and two shopping bags in the other. Giving up, she put the bags down and rummaged through her purse looking for her car keys.

"Hey, could you use some help there?" a feminine voice asked. Startled at first, Amy gasped but her eyes took in the friendly looking dark haired woman in front of her.

"It's okay, I got it. Thank you though," as she found her keys and pushed the remote button to open the car door. She picked up the bags and tossed them into the car. The woman was still standing next to her and Amy felt a little uncomfortable. As she turned to her right to say something, she felt a sudden sharp pain to the left side of her head and fell unconscious to the ground. The car seat, with blond baby Stephen aboard, was wrenched from her arms and spirited away by the woman and her unseen accomplice.

Several minutes later, Amy regained consciousness and discovered Stephen missing. Hysterically, she groped through her purse for her cell phone and called 911. Ambulance and police soon arrived, the former taking her to the hospital for treatment, the latter following to take a statement and start an investigation.

Somewhere nearby, Nancy cradled little Stephen in her arms as her mysterious male accomplice worked on his computer. The baby was well and unharmed. She rocked him gently as she listened to her partner confirm a deal for him.

"I just wanted to thank you again for Saturday night. That was so much fun, I'm just really sorry I fell asleep before the episode ended," Dorian Loker spoke into her cell phone and moved the headset from her surveillance equipment off one ear so she could hear better. As awkward as she felt about falling asleep, she smiled at the recollection of awakening in Spencer's arms the next morning, both still laying entwined on the sofa in her apartment.

Reid laughed, and quickly looked around to see who was in earshot. His eyes took in SSAs David Rossi and Derek Morgan, both poring over paperwork at Morgan's desk. Reid lowered his voice anyway, almost to a whisper and replied, "It's okay Dory. Ten consecutive hours of Dr. Who would put almost anyone to sleep. Thank you for indulging me."

She glanced at her surveillance equipment; it was all still very silent. Her suspects were obviously not in the building. "I need to go out and get a coffee, Spencer. Can you believe I forgot to pick some up this morning? I'm gonna be here all night, I'm gonna need coffee." She picked up her purse and headed out the door. "Spencer?"

"You're going out for coffee?" He tidied up some papers on his desk and picked up the pink plastic flamingo. "What the-" he muttered, under his breath then he replaced the offending toy back on the desk and a smile crossed his face as its origin occurred to him. He shot an appreciative look up in the direction of Garcia's office and returned his attention to his cell phone. "Dory, are you walking?" He slung his bag over his shoulder and left the office. "I'm just heading home now myself. Can you do me a favour, Dory? Can you. Will…. Will you please text me and let me know you made it back there safely?"

Touched by his concern, as unnecessary as she thought it was, she replied as she walked confidently past the other pedestrian traffic on her way to the coffee shop. "If it'll make you rest easier, yes, I will. I'm indulging you again, Dr. Reid."

He smiled, and she could hear the relief in his voice as he thanked her. "And you can indulge me too, Spencer. Dinner. Friday night? I'll get out of here early. I'll even cook! How's that?"

"That sounds wonderful, Dorian," he answered as he dodged other commuters walking through the transit concourse. "Um. We still meeting for coffee after work tomorrow?"

"Absolutely!" came her enthusiastic reply. "I can only take so much cold coffee. In takeout cups. By myself. It'll be nice to share again."

"Right. Okay. Remember, please text me when you get back."

"I will. Love you. Goodbye," she hung up as he opened his mouth to speak. Dorian jammed her phone into her purse, opening the door to the coffee shop with her other hand.

Reid walked down the stairs to the subway platform, staring at his phone and wondering if he'd heard right.