It was two days after William and Diana's romantic encounter. The BAU were in the middle of a case in Nevada. Multiple ritualistic murders had taken place in Las Vegas, and Spencer had an inkling that Schizophrenia might have had something to do with it. Despite years of observing his mother, he thought it best to interview her himself- just in case there was something he missed. Morgan had volunteered to go with him.

They arrived at Bennington Sanitarium a little after seven. Spencer was cheerful at the thought of seeing his mother. He and Derek made their way to the living area. Spencer was surprised to not see his mother there. Normally she would sit out there writing in her journal around this time. But he didn't despair, and made his way toward her room.

He could see the lights on from a short distance away, but as he got closer to the small window in the door, he saw something so unexpected that it froze him in his tracks.

He saw both of his parents dancing together.

William held his wife close to him as he gently pressed her to his chest. Diana had her arms wrapped around his neck, staring into her husband's eyes. Occasionally they stole chaste kisses as they turned around in a circle.

"It's been years since we last danced together." Diana commented.

"We'll have to try and do it more often." Said William. Diana's face grew dreamy.

"Remember when we danced at our wedding?" William grinned.

"I could never forget it. You were so beautiful that day. I remember thinking about how much I wanted to sweep you off your feet. There was a moment during the dance where I seriously considered picking you up, spinning you around, and never putting you down again."

Diana laughed. "Really?"

"Really." He promised. Diana smiled up at him and kissed him softly.

"That's so romantic."

William shrugged. "I have my moments."

"You have many." They kissed again.

Without warning, William swept his wife into his arms princess-style and spun her around in a circle. Diana laughed delightedly and they kissed one more time.

Spencer was glued to the spot where he stood, floored as he watched their entire interaction.

Morgan stepped beside him.

"Man, you didn't tell me your parents were back together."

"I didn't know..." The shock was evident in his voice.

The first emotion that broke through the pure shock was confusion. What exactly was he watching? He thought he could remember them dancing together one time when he was very young, but that was it. Were his parents back together? As soon as he thought it, he wanted to reject it out of pure instinct. But yet, that seemed to be the only logical answer.

The second emotion that he felt was an unexpected surge of happiness. His mother was smiling. And laughing. Those emotions were so rare for her. For a moment, all he could do was smile.

The final emotion was a calm acceptance. This wasn't something that he could have any control over. If his mother was happy, he should be happy for her. He decided to be optimistic. This would be his chance to get to know his father for the first time. It sent an unexpected thrill through him.

After the overwhelming emotions left his body, he remembered his purpose for being there. Hesitantly, he stepped forward and knocked on his mother's door. He could hear laughter muffled by the door, and then saw his mother poke her head out the door.

"Spencer?" She remarked in surprise, and opened the door more. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm working on a case and I thought you might be able to help." He decided not to ask about their relationship with one another. He could come back and do that later. This was about business.

Diana was caught off guard by the statement, but allowed her son and his coworker inside. William excused himself from the room, and Spencer began asking his mother the questions that he had always been too afraid to ask as a child.

"Mom, do you ever know when you're about to hallucinate?"

Diana sighed. "Sometimes. Sometimes I'll get this sensation in my stomach. It's always a dead giveaway. Other times they come with no warning at all."

"When you're hallucinating, are you ever aware of other things going on around you?"

"For the most part no, but there have been times when I sensed someone close by."

"Like me." He said, remembering how she used to hold his hand when her mind was somewhere far away.

"Yes. You and your father were the only ones that could occasionally break me out of it and make me lucid."

At that, Spencer smiled. Before he could ask her another question, however, her eyes glazed over, and he could tell her mind was elsewhere. William re entered the room and she smiled up at him.

"Nice to see you again." She said, smiling politely. Instantly, he caught up with what was going on. Unlike Spencer, though, for once he knew exactly what was going on in her mind.

She was reliving their first date.

He took her hand, bowed, and kissed it.

"The pleasure is all mine."

The look of pleasant surprise on her face fascinated her son, who couldn't tear his eyes away from the delusional yet somehow real exchange. Morgan excused himself out to the car, feeling like he was intruding on a private moment.

"Please, sit." She said, gesturing toward the couch.

He did as she asked. They made obligatory small talk for a while until Diana decided to go deeper.

"So, what are you studying?" She asked, trying to seem casual. He grinned.

"Law."

"That must be fascinating."

"It gets pretty boring, actually- you just study cases all day for the most part. I'm really looking forward to getting into the courtroom and dealing with opposite sides of the law."

She smiled thoughtfully. "I could see where that could be exciting."

"What about you? What are you studying?"

"Fifteenth century literature."

"Isn't that a little-"

"Obscure? Yes. Yes it is." She laughed at herself. "But it's what I love."

"What do you want to do with your degree?"

"I want to be a teacher."

He grinned. "You seem like you'd be good at that."

She shrugged. "It's always been something I had a passion for. Shaping minds one lesson at a time. To know you made a difference to even one person is the most incredible feeling. I'll never get tired of that."

He loved the lively gleam in her eye. He reached out and took her hand.

"You've already made a difference in my life."

She blushed and grinned at him. "You're very charming."

He grinned. "So I've been told."

A few moments passed with no conversation. William broke the silence.

"If I'm not being too forward, would you like to go out again sometime?"

She laughed slightly, grinning ear to ear. "Sure."

They got up and both stepped forward, where they shared a kiss.

When they broke apart, clarity had returned to her eyes.

"Will?" She asked, voice uncertain.

"It's fine. You're safe. You just left for a little while." Spencer excused himself from the room, knowing that his parents deserved some privacy.

She sighed in relief. "You stayed."

"Of course I did."

"I thought maybe..."

"I'd leave because your condition flared up again?"

She nodded, unable to speak.

"I'm not going through the pain of losing you again." His voice was strong with resolve. A happy tear ran down her cheek. He wiped it away

"I love you." Her voice was thick with emotion.

"I love you too."

They sealed their declaration of love with a kiss.