~~~ I don't know the exact schooling for how long it would take in order for Lucy to be a CSI and Henry to be a profiler, but for simplicity's sake I'm making it five for each of them. I've also decided they get June-September off. And the thing with Emily's and JJ's vacation days may not happen in the FBI, but I do know it does sometimes happen in real life, or at least where I live.

So, now that that's done with, enjoy! ~~~

Lucy returned home early Sunday morning ever-so-slightly hungover. She unlocked the door of the house and crept in. It was six o' clock and she didn't expect anyone to be up, but wasn't altogether surprised to find that her father was.

"Hey, Luce. How was the big weekend?" he asked quietly, so as not to wake Lindsay or Jake.

Lucy smiled. "Fun." she replied honestly, "I'm going to go shower now, and get dressed." she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, no makeup, her hair not even brushed, and reeked of sweat and beer because she hadn't showered since Saturday morning and they had spent all Saturday evening partying.

She made her way upstairs, emerging an hour later feeling fresh and clean, wearing a long-sleeved tight black scoop-neck shirt and a pair of jeans that flared at the bottom, her hair combed and hanging long, gold hoops dangling from her ears.

"There's my girl," said her dad when she came down, "Guess I'd better wake up your mom. If one of the team calls, give 'em the deets for me, ok?"

Lucy nodded as she made her way into the living room and flicked on the TV. The team that her dad referred to was, obviously, the CSI team that Lucy worshipped, loved, and looked up to.

Her godfather, Mac, was the head of it all. When she was five, Lucy had been the flower girl at his and Stella's wedding. They didn't have any children together, but they always spoiled Lucy, and Stella was one of those awesome adults - the kind who taught Lucy how to put on makeup, who took her shopping for her first pair of heels, and who let her look at evidence whenever Lucy was brought into the office.

Then there was Don, who always insisted Lucy use his first name and never his last like the team did, because that way it felt less like he was taking care of a victim or a suspect (or so he claimed). He was the closest to the family - coming over for dinner, or to watch the game with her dad and Jake - probably because he didn't have any family of his own. No wife, not even a girlfriend that Lucy could remember, and no child. When she'd asked her mother why that was, Lindsay had told Lucy because sometimes things just worked out that way. It had been Stella who explained to her that, just after Lucy was born, Don's girlfriend - another cop - had been killed. It had broken his heart, and she theorized that he was too scared to love anyone again, in case they were killed too.

Adam had a family, though - a son, Arthur, who was the same age as Jake. Adam had broken the pattern of forming a relationship with someone in the field and ended up meeting, dating, and marrying a woman two years younger than him named Ellen, who was a writer. At one point Adam and Ellen had had a daughter, Selene, but she died inexplicably at six months old. Cot death, Lucy heard people call it.

Hawkes - Lucy called him by his last name like everyone else did - had two daughters, Anna and Jacqueline. They were both much younger than Lucy was; ten and twelve. Anna and Jacqueline's mother, a woman named Lizabeth, had divorced Hawkes about five years earlier. It was later learned (although this was never told directly to Lucy, she eavesdropped) that Lizabeth had been having an affair.

When Lucy said she would celebrate her birthday with her family, that's what she meant. Jake, Mom, Dad - plus the team, their spouses, and their children. They were all going out for breakfast, and then probably to Central Park, although it was only early May and not quite warm enough yet to comfortably spend the entire day there.

There was one member of the team and her "family" that would not be attending, though, and that was Sid. He'd lived long enough for Lucy to remember him - up until she was fifteen - and then caught pneumonia, ultimately dying. Not only had the team been saddened, but Lucy had cried and cried. Sid was like an eccentric grandfather, with all these strange facts stored up in his mind, and when she was a child he always had candy for her.

The team was getting up there in age. Mac was old enough to retire, but it shocked no one that he didn't. Lucy's parents were about the same age now than Mac had been when Lucy was born. Lucy figured that everyone was just waiting for someone else to do it first. Once her father retired, for example, Don likely would too. Maybe Adam and Hawkes would hold out for a few more years - they were a bit younger - but eventually they would go. Sid had died while still employed. Lucy couldn't imagine why anyone would want to live their whole life working, but she imagined it was for the simple fact that the job was addictive.

While flipping channels, Lucy waited for the phone to ring, but it never did. By eight thirty, her mother and brother were both up and dressed, and ready to go in order to be at the restaurant by nine.

The Monroe-Messer family still lived in NYC, but in a small two-floor condo. There was three bedrooms, two bathrooms (but only one had a shower/tub), a kitchen and a living room. It was small, but it was enough room for them to live comfortably, besides which Lucy planned on moving out just as soon as she was finished with school.

"Lucy," said her mother, "You want to open up your present from us here, or at the restaurant?"

"The restaurant," Lucy replied easily. Her mom had short brown hair, but she'd had to dye it brown for a couple years now ever since it had started going grey. Lucy was taller than her mother, and always took it as a compliment when people said she looked like her.

"Alright kid, time to go." her dad said as he walked into the room. When she was younger Lucy could remember him wearing contacts, but now he wore glasses again. His hair, which had always been brown/blonde in colour, was now showing the occasional strand of grey. Lucy was only slightly shorter then him. Jacob had the same brown/blonde hair and the same blue eyes, but was the tallest in the family at exactly six feet. Sixteen years old, he had every girl at his high school chasing after him, for not only did he get his father's looks but also his humour, brains, and kind-heartedness.

The family headed outside, hailed a cab, and were at the restaurant in about twenty-five minutes due to the traffic. Mac and Stella, who were always the first to arrive, were already there and had taken a seat at their reserved table-for-thirteen. Don showed up next, followed by Hawkes and his two girls, then, lastly, Adam and his family.

The table broke out into chatter. Jake and Arthur began debating about the Xbox versus the Wii; Anna played hangman on the back of her paper-placemat against Jacqueline and Mac; Hawkes, Don, Danny, and Adam discussed basketball; Lindsay inquired about Ellen's next novel; and Stella turned to Lucy.

"So, twenty. A real adult. How do you feel?" Stella asked.

"I'll feel much better in three years when I can be solving crimes like you and my parents and the rest of the team." Lucy admitted, and Stella laughed.

"I remember when your mother was in the hospital. We were walking around, and she was so nervous she was going to be a bad mother. I think she did ok." Stella smiled, and Lucy grinned back.

"Of course," Stella added with a chuckle, "She swore that she'd never have another child, and obviously she didn't stick to her word there!"

"I wish she had. Then I could be an only child, and not have to deal with Jacob-the-annoying!" Lucy joked.

After the waitress had came and gone with their food, crepes were ordered for everyone because it was decided that it was too early for cake. This was fine with Lucy, as she actually enjoyed crepes much more.

Then came the presents.

"Thank you so much!" Lucy exclaimed to each one she received, whether it was a gift certificate or a pair of earrings or a fifty dollar bill.

Eventually she got to her parents gift (separate from Jake's, as he had given her three vanilla-scented candles, her favourite) which Lindsay Monroe-Messer had deliberately been saving until the end.

"Ok sweetheart, here it is," said her father, handing over the small, elegant black box with the purple ribbon and bow. Carefully she opened it to find a long silver chain with a silver, circle-shaped charm hanging off of it. On the back was engraved Happy Twentieth, Love Mom & Dad but on the front there was nothing, just a shimmery, silver surface.

To some girls, it might not have been enough. They might have demanded rubies, or gold. But to Lucy it was beautiful and she stared down at it in wonder until, gingerly, she picked it up and handed it to Stella, turning her back to her and pulling up her hair. "Will you put it on for me, please?" she asked. As Stella did the clasp, Lucy turned to her parents. The whole table was waiting in silence for her reaction.

Lucy's face broke out into a grin. "I love it! Thank you so much!" then she got up from her seat in order to kiss both mother and father on the cheek. "Thank you so much."

~~~***~~~

Henry had been born in November, the day after Remembrance Day, and that was winter enough for him. Yes, he was a winter baby - but he hated cold weather.

May wasn't, in his mind, supposed to be cold. It was spring, and spring meant flowers blooming and sun shining. April showers bring May flowers, and all that. But instead there was a cold chill in the air as Henry walked down the streets of Quantico, Virginia, his coat zipped up all the way and his numb hands jammed into the pockets.

Naturally, being raised by FBI agents had inspired his own dream of becoming one. When he was really little, he told people he wanted to be a genius, which to most made him sound a little stuck-up but made sense to those who knew Henry's connection to Spencer Reid. At around the same age that little girls realize in order to grow up to be a princess they need to marry a prince, Henry realized that an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187 was not something you could just obtain.

A profiler seemed like the job for him, so he had taken a few courses that Hoch had mentioned he might need. But in the end, Henry found himself going to school for law, just like Jack was.

Jack wanted to be a lawyer, as his father had originally been, and as his grandfather had been. Henry didn't really want to be a lawyer, but knew it upped his chances of becoming part of the FBI and, in due course, the BAU. Now that he was two years into it, law was actually more interesting that he thought it would be, but that didn't sway him from his overall goal.

Henry pushed the door open to his apartment building, climbing the stairs to the third floor before pulling out his keys and entering his apartment. The button on the phone was flashing, so Henry checked the messages.

"Henry," it was his father, "Come over for dinner tonight. Your mother has something she'd like to tell you." the message clicked off, and Henry rolled his eyes, slightly irritated. His father wasn't very good with detail. An easygoing man, he always assumed that everyone else could, like him, drop everything in a moment's notice. Henry checked the time. Six twelve. He'd better get going.

So, although he had just gotten back, he went down the stairs once more, this time into the garage to get his car. His parents' house - the house where he'd grown up - was fifteen minutes away if he drove, nearly half an hour away if he didn't.

His father let him in when he got there and Henry could smell lasagne and hear voices coming from the kitchen. When he walked in his mother exclaimed, "There he is! What took you so long, Henry?"

"I didn't get the message until -"

"Message!" his mother squawked. She turned to her husband, "You said you reached him!"

His father, unconcerned, shrugged. "I lied." he admitted easily.

Everyone laughed and JJ served her son some of the pasta, reheating it first. He, apparently, wasn't the only one invited over. Emily was there too. She was about the same age as his mother, only a few years older, and had never gotten married or had children although she'd had three serious boyfriends since Henry had been born.

"What'd you have to tell me?" Henry asked his parents after saying hello to his second godmother of sorts.

"Well, actually," his mother replied, "It's more Prentiss's news." she made a face, "Emily's news, I mean." his mom always did her best to refer to her colleagues by their real names when they weren't out working, but sometimes she'd slip up.

All the same, Henry turned his attention to Emily. "What is it, Aunt Emily?" he asked.

"Well, I've accumulated so much vacation days that I've actually been forced in to using them or else I forfeit them all. So, I'm taking the entire summer off and spending it in New York City. It was the one place I didn't get to go to as I child that I always wanted to visit, and whenever I go with the BAU, well, there are bigger thing on my mind than touring."

"Ok…" said Henry, not quite understanding.

Emily shot his mother a look, and JJ asked, "Would you like to go with her, Henry?"

Henry's eyebrows shot up to the top of his head. "I…um…why?"

"Because the situation is the same with me. So many vacation days, I'm being forced, and I don't want to give them up. Since it's more or less mine and your father's twentieth year of marriage, we decided to go to France for the summer. We realize you're an adult now and living on your own, but Emily is willing to take you to NYC with her, and we're willing to foot the bill if you want to go."

"Now how can you say no to an offer like that?" Henry's father asked him.

Henry shrugged. He supposed he couldn't. A summer in New York City would be pretty cool, especially if he didn't have to pay a thing, and if his parents would unworriedly let him because an adult they knew would be watching out for him. That really rocked!

"Yeah, ok." he agreed, with a nod. "That sounds pretty great. Thanks."

And just like that, his summer was set.

~~~ The first two chapters were so you'd have an idea how the future is like. The next few would get more into the romance. I'm not updating until I get a review (anonymous or otherwise, and HerMyatt, Flinchymcflinchster, you two don't count) because that way I know people would actually like to read this. Thank you for your time! ~~~