Spencer Reid watched out of the corner of his eye as Declan coaxed Sailor towards the table in the kitchenette where the team was eating their lunch. She dragged back and dug her heels into the slick tile. That didn't help her case. Irritation flashed across Declan's face before he picked her up and she squealed.

Morgan's head snapped up from his sandwich to look at them. Spencer smiled as a sweet sense of déjà vu came over him. He looked at Leah. She was watching them, a small smile on her lips. He knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Déjà vu?" Spencer asked.

Leah nodded.

Declan dropped Sailor in the seat beside her father and took the one behind her.

"I said I wanted to finish the movie!" Sailor whined.

"Are you whining? In a building full of FBI agents? In front of your dad?" Declan asked.

"I have a right to whine every once and a while. I'm a deportee from Europe who practically didn't even have parents before this week."

Spencer blinked in surprise as he heard himself say, "You poor little girl", with a load of sarcasm.

"What do you know?" Sailor snapped.

Spencer put his tongue in his cheek. He had definitely had this discussion before. It didn't end well then, but this was a second chance, so he was going to take it.

"I know that you probably know what to say to get Declan to shut up, for one."

"That didn't work, did it?"

"Because," Spencer spoke up. "He's doing what's best for you, even if you don't like it."

Sailor crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him and not answering. She'd probably heard it all before, but he'd startled her and they both knew it. He just gave her a timid grin and went back to his salad.

He saw Leah shaking her head out of the corner of his eye, that same knowing smile on her lips.

"What's so funny?" Sailor turned her venom onto his wife now.

"Nothing, I guess. He's not going to pity you though, so don't even try."

"And you know that because…?" Declan asked.

Leah licked her lips before answering. "I've been that European deportee with no parents, and he's been the guy pulling me out of my pity party. That was pretty much us all through my college. Hanging out, being best friends, and giving out some heaping helpings of tough love to each other when it was necessary. You hate him sometimes, don't you, Sailor?"

She didn't answer.

"But you sure can't imagine your life without him." Leah finished.

Sailor nodded. "That about sums it up."

Leah laughed.

"So, are you guys the same still?" Sailor asked hesitantly.

"Nope." Leah smiled like a Cheshire cat and finished, "He's my husband, now."

Sailor and Declan looked towards each other, both biting their lips. A question seemed to pass between them. Declan shook his head, a movement so small it was almost unnoticeable.

Sailor teased in Russian. "I thought you said he wasn't scary."

Declan cringed.

Well that was certainly interesting. Leah burst out laughing. Emily looked between the four of them with her eyebrows arched.

"Do I want to know?" she asked.

"Leah lied on the plane, about the Christmas kiss." Spencer answered calmly.

"I am getting some serious déjà vu." Leah said in Russian.


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