Disclaimer: Do not own or profit; any references to episodes do not belong to me (nor do characters). Only OC's and plot twists are mine.

Author's Notes: So sorry it took me this long to post, but between graduation, moving out of my apartment, work, and family issues, this was the first chance I've had to work on this. Plus, my beta (WEASLEYxISxMYxKING, this means you!) was being lazy and didn't beta for the longest time. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 8: Fancy Meeting You Here

Reid arrived back at the headquarters the day after he left Aimee's. "Hey! Welcome back Spence!" JJ said and hugged him.

"You are back, completely back, right?" Morgan asked.

"Yeah," Reid said nodding and pushing the hair out of his eyes. "I think I finally found myself."

"You think?" Morgan teased.

"The argument if you can ever truly know yourself is one that . . ."

Morgan cut him off. "It's good to have you back."

"Just in time too," Hotch said coming in. "We're heading out to San Francisco."

"Serial arsonist," JJ said, filling Reid in on what was happening. When they boarded, Reid used the phones to make sure everything was going as planned with moving his mom. "What are you doing?" JJ asked as Reid hung up again.

"Finalizing arrangements," he said.

JJ thought it sounded like he was moving and she couldn't imagine him gone permanently. "You're moving?"

Reid looked confused and shook his head. "No, I'm having my mother moved to facilities here in Virginia."

"Really?" Morgan asked from across the aisle. "What brought this on?"

"Some advice that made sense," Reid said.

Morgan shrugged and asked who. "Where were you the past 2 weeks anyways?"

"I stayed with a friend," Reid said evasively watching Morgan's reaction. He shared looks with JJ who looked as confused and curious as Morgan. "Aimee was nice enough to put me up." He was a profiler (even if he didn't have any experience with relationships) and he recognized the reaction on Derek's face, and judging by JJ's reaction, she did too. Before he could say anything, Hotch was bringing them up to speed on the points of the case and what their assignments were upon landing.

It wasn't until after they had landed they had an opportunity to talk again, and Derek was the one to bring it up. "Why did you go to her?" Morgan asked curiously.

"It . . . was spontaneous," Reid admitted. "She knew things without me having to tell her."

"Upside of working with a psychic," JJ interjected.

"And in a way it was easier to see things– everything– through a different perspective, one that wasn't . . . biased, tainted."

"I'm glad she helped," JJ said sincerely as they arrived. They both knew Morgan was going to ask more questions, but when they arrived he switched into BAU Profiler mode and focused only on the case.

They were flying back to Virginia when the subject was broached again. Everyone else was sleeping in various places on the plane except Morgan and Reid. "What are things like between the two of you?" As much as he was interested, he wouldn't risk jeopardizing his personal and professional relationship with Reid.

"Friends, nothing else. What I don't get," Reid started, "is, well, I've never seen you not pursue something that interested you." He rolled over, closed his eyes, and tried to get to sleep for the last hour of the flight.

The next morning he woke up and drove quickly to the airport. He met his mom and her nurse at the entrance. "Reid, honey!" she said hugging him tightly. "The last time I saw you I got to meet the others," she reminded him.

"I know. I'm glad you are going to be close to me," he said leading them all to his car.

"I get to see my boy more," she said happily. They drove to the new facilities. "I am only half an hour away," he told her happily.

"So close now!" she said happy to see most of her things were there. They heard a knock on the door and Reid was surprised to see the team there.

"Mom, do you remember my friends?" he asked since she seemed confused.

"Reid, darling, I remember reading you my lecture notes on Tristan and Isoldt and it's influences on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Of course I remember your friends," she said. They talked for about half an hour.

"These arrived for you," a nurse said bring in 2 packages, one larger than the other.

"Oh my, presents!" she said. She opened the card first. "Welcome home, Aimee Adams. Do I know her?" she asked Reid confused.

"No, she is another friend of mine you haven't met," Reid said confused. She opened the smaller packaged first.

Inside was a framed photograph of Reid in black and white. It was the one she took of Reid when he fell asleep on her couch. The blanket was draped elegantly over him and the book was resting on him, his fingertips just barely touching it. There was a little placard underneath the photograph, entitled After the Slaying.

His mother laughed and kissed Reid. "Isn't that just like I imagine Percival, resting on his hunt for the Holy Grail," she said excitedly. "She captured you beautifully. My baby boy," she said as she wiped her finger over the frame.

"She calls me Percival," Reid said which made his mom laugh.

"She knows her literature. I like her already," she said and moved to the larger package.

It was a large canvas she had sketched of the team. They were inside the FBI headquarters, but while she managed to make them look like themselves, she had dressed them up as knights of Arthur's Camelot. Even Emily and JJ were knights rather than the damsels in distress, and Garcia looked like Merlin like in the one she had made for her. They were seated around the large, round table she made look like one straight out of Camelot with carvings and ruins in it. It should have looked out of place in the FBI but the archaic feeling only enhanced the prestige of the team.

"Oh, my," his mom said, flabbergasted. "It's gorgeous. And she captured all of you so well. Modern day knights of the round table," she said in awe. "I can keep them, right?"

"I think she wanted you to have them," Reid said.

After spending a few hours with her, he went back to headquarters to meet up with the rest of the team (who had left shortly after seeing the art). "I think she will be happy here, Spence," JJ said reassuringly.

"Did you know about those sketches?" Morgan asked.

"No. I didn't even know she took the photo of me," he said. "I'm going to call and thank her after work."

When Derek was leaving that day, he rushed home and quickly showered. It was Friday, and it was rare he was off this early so he decided to take advantage of it. He quickly changed and drove back towards where Aimee lived, the short drive speeding by quickly.

Aimee got a phone call and was happy to hear Reid's voice. "How is it being back? You alright?" she asked.

"I thought you would know if I wasn't?" he asked confused.

"It's called conversation, Genius," she teased.

"I wanted to thank you for the art," he said.

"It wasn't a problem, just so long as you don't mind I snapped that photo of you," she said. "I don't want to find a warrant out for my arrest or anything."

"No," he laughed. "She enjoyed them too. Especially the King Arthur and Camelot theme."

"I thought she might. You did say she was a literature professor. Any chance you want to go out? I'm meeting some friends."

"Once was more than enough for me," he said. "Call me if you need anything Aimee," he said. "I owe you one."

"Next time you go to Vegas, I'm hitching a ride," she joked. "Or SoCal, anything in the greater southwest," she said. She said bye and finished changing. Then she called a cab to go to the bar where she was meeting 2 of her friends.

"Ah, no Reid?" Nancy said disappointed. "He was kinda cute."

"He's back to work," she said. "I miss him too," she admitted.

"Well, we shall endeavor to rectify that," Colleen said. They talked and laughed and gossiped about the hot guys in the bar.

After an hour the waiter brought up a drink. "From the gentlemen over there," he said setting the drink down in front of Aimee. She saw the appreciative looks Nancy and Colleen gave the guy and she turned to see who it was. She almost lost her composure and dropped her drink when she saw it was Derek Morgan.

"Now, that is a keeper," Nancy whispered.

"If you don't go over there I will," Colleen added.

"How do I look?" Aimee asked quickly.

"Perfect," they said.

Aimee gave them a wicked grin and walked over. "A little off from Quantico, isn't it," she said.

"That your best pick up line?" he asked.

"I'm slightly out of practice. Usually I'm the one being given the pick up line," she said sitting.

"I believe it, so if I was to use one right now what would be my odds of success?"

"Depends on which line you used," she countered. She was enjoying the flirtatious banter they kept up. After a while, a song started and Derek led her to the dance floor.

"You know that drawing you gave Mrs. Reid was really amazing," he said. "I don't think I've ever had a portrait of me done."

"Really? Such a shame to waste such a handsome subject," she said.

He grinned. "I always thought so," he joked making her roll her eyes. "Is that how you see me? A knight?"

"All of you, yes. Modern day knights."

"Any chance I can be your personal knight?"

"You don't stop do you," she asked. "I like that," she said. "We'll see about the personal knight or not. I try not to think of myself as a damsel in distress to much."

"Now I never said you were a damsel in distress. More like . . . a knight trying to win the hand of a lady, or at least her affections."

"Hmm . . . I'll have to see if I can rent a dragon," she said.

After a few songs she noticed her friends had already left. In fact, looking around, it seemed the majority of people had already left. "Do you need a ride home?" he asked noticing her friends were gone as well.

"I'll take a cab," she said. "That's how I got here."

He waited with her. "Any chance we can do the real thing?"

"Dinner and a movie?" she asked with a smile.

"Unless you'd rather something else," he said quickly.

"Friday works for me," she said. "Do you know where to pick me up?"

"If Reid can find you so can I," he said. He kissed her cheek and held the cab door open for her.

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Author's Notes: Special thanks to Soccer-Bitch and Deanne Stevenson for reviewing! The more reviews I get, the faster I'll update!