He had never anticipated that he'd be so nervous about getting married; sure it was a huge commitment but he'd already made one to his soon-to-be wife and his god-son. He wanted this. He did. But the thought that he might turn out like his mother; a schizophrenic, or his father; a man who abandoned his family, kept gnawing at the forefront of his mind. What if she didn't actually want to marry him and just said yes so that she wouldn't hurt his feelings? The genius started pacing back and forth in his dressing room – it was lucky he was alone or he'd be getting a major lecture for being stupid right now by the others. His attire was the simple tux – white shirt, black trousers and blazer with a standard black tie. They'd taken their time with getting married – 7 months. That was enough time right? She seemed excited but then again she was good at acting.

"I'm really sorry JJ. Maybe I should've just given you the tickets. You could've taken someone who understood it better or didn't talk too much. And then there was that kiss-cam. I'm so sorry." Spencer told her, with a crestfallen and sulky expression. Her heart broke for him, it really did. She couldn't tell him that his company wasn't the best at the Red Skins game, but she couldn't exactly lie either. Could she?

"It's fine Spence. I had a good time. People kiss people on the kiss-cam, hence the name." She tried to make him less displeased by smiling to no avail. He was too stubborn. She decided to kiss him on the cheek and say goodnight instead. "Goodnight Spence. Thanks for today and for dinner. It was good to just hang out with you. I really did have a good time." With that she left him, the door now a barrier distancing them from one another.

As he walked away from her and to his own apartment, the words 'hang out' began to haunt him. He really liked her and she thought of him as a friend. Typical. No-one ever really liked him, no-one ever fought to say goodnight to him or wished to be the one to be with him. No-one ever really looked twice at him; people either hated him or thought of him as nothing more than a friend. Was he really destined for a lonely life? What could he possibly have done to deserve that? He contemplated all of these things as he got into bed that night until he fell asleep, without an answer.

It was Monday and Derek was harassing him about his and Jennifer's date. He wasn't in the mood to be made fun of so told him that it was 'top secret'. She said she had a good time, that's something right? Truth be told, he had avoided her calls all weekend and only realised this morning that he'd have to deal with the backlash today. He knew she'd be with the bubbly, colourful blonde, Garcia so headed for her office to 'talk'.

"It was ok, I guess. I don't know." JJ was telling Penelope something and Reid felt mean just listening in and was about to knock when he realised what they were talking about. "I mean, he's a sweet guy but between the millions of statistics and me having to explain the rules of the game to him, it just got a little too much. He was the perfect gentlemen though, he even took me for dinner."

"That bad?" Garcia asked, he could hear her wincing from behind the closed door. Was he really that bad?

"Yeah, it was. I feel terrible about saying it but it was. I still don't think he understands the rules, or the game at all actually."

"What did you tell him? I hope you brought him down gently, Jayje." The communications liaison sighed dramatically to which Pen 'aww'ed.

"I told him I had a good time, thanked him for dinner and kissed him on the cheek. We had to kiss 'cos the kiss-cam landed on us and I literally just had to grab him to do it. You can tell he hasn't had any experience. Oh god, that sounded so mean." He'd heard enough and so slowly backed away before turning and hurrying back to the bullpen and back to the safety of his desk. For the remainder of the day he focused on the case, only talking to her when he had to. She had lied to him, he could've faced the truth. Yes it would've hurt but he would have gotten over it, it hurt more hearing her tell Garcia than it would have if she'd said it to his face.

The memory dissipated as a knock echoed through his mind. "Hey man, how you doing?" Morgan asked, entering without Reid's go ahead. Trailing after him were Hotch and Rossi.

"I'm fine. Just, nervous I guess." He sighed at the pathetic whine in his voice. He sounded like the equivalent of a five year old boy who needed his daddy to hug him to prevent him from crying.

"Yeah, that's natural. I remember getting married to all three of my wives; it felt equally as nerve-wracking each time. Never gets easier kid, trust me." Rossi replied with a slight frown plastering his face. Spencer took a deep breath and looked into the mirror one last time.

"Ok. Well I guess I'm ready. It's now or never right?" The three nodded. All of them were wearing pretty much the same as Spencer – Morgan was the best man and Hotch was to walk JJ down the isle as her father had died a year before. That memory was permanently imprinted in the young genius' brain. She cried for weeks, he had to hold her hand throughout the funeral and after. He was forced to work, take care of Henry and her. To say it was stressful was an understatement, not that he minded, it was good to feel needed. The foursome proceeded to the door, closing it behind them.

"Hey. You look amazing." Emily stated with wide eyes when she got a look at Reid. The girls had been kicked out of JJ's dressing room so that she could have some alone time.

"Almost as good as the bride." Charlotte added.

Spencer stood at the bottom of the isle, waiting upon JJ to enter. Morgan was standing behind him, Henry at his side as it was decided upon him being the ring-bearer. Aaron was with his bride. He shuffled nervously as he realised it'd been 8 minutes and 37 seconds. She should be here by now. That was when he saw his boss attempting to get Morgan's attention but failing. When he noticed that he'd gotten the grooms attention instead, he did nothing but frown and shake his head. Instantly, he knew what that meant. They weren't getting married. Before anyone could blink, he turned around and headed towards the all-to-serious man.

"Where is she?" He sounded a little more irritated than concerned but he couldn't care less. JJ couldn't possibly be bailing now after all this time.

"I don't know. She's not anywhere – I went to go get her but she wasn't in her room and no-one's seen her. We're still looking but –" Hotch started. He truly felt sorry for the young man. The blonde had some serious questions to answer after this. Before he was able to finish his sentence, the groom had already taken off towards the entrance of the church and out the doors. Baffled, he just stood there with no idea what to do.