Disclaimer: see ch 1

A/N: I can't believe my girlfriend got my fabric softener for Christmas

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Chapter 10:Spencer and Emily Get Married

"Invitations?" Morgan asked. "Really? You two mailed out invitations to an engagement party?"

"Yeah. Don't forget to RSVP." Emily said.

"Are you kidding me? Reid, you're okay with this?"

"The engagement party, announcement, and wedding are Emily's call. I don't take charge until the honeymoon."

"You're in charge of the honeymoon?" Morgan was incredulous. "Where are you taking her? Geekland?"

"Morgan," Emily had a dangerous tone in her voice, almost like a growl.

"Let it go, Emily," Reid said. "There's a reason I don't talk to him about my personal life."

"Why are you two having an engagement party anyway?" Morgan asked.

"To celebrate it," Emily said. "And to announce that Reid is no longer available to anyone but me."

"Do you think that many women want him?" Morgan asked.

"Show him,"Emily said.

"Nope." Reid said as he worked on his paperwork.

"Come on. Show him how many legal pads you filled with your women."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"What happened to me being in charge?"

"About the engagement and the wedding. This is just to irritate Morgan, so no."

"I see. Were you expecting sex tonight?"

"No. I expect that I will need to seduce you tonight to get that, which is half the fun anyway."

"You think you can seduce me tonight?"

"Just stop," Morgan said. "I'm glad you two are happy, but stop."

Emily smiled, and saw Reid was smiling too. Emily walked over to his desk. "Did you call her?"

"Not yet."

"You promised."

"I'll get to it."

"Spencer you promised me."

"You know I would really prefer not to talk to her. I would like to not have her there or anywhere near us for the rest of out lives."

"But it's part of the engagement. And you promised me."

Reid let out a big sigh. "Fine. You win."

"Good."

The phone rang and Sasha Windsor picked it up. "Hello."

"Hi Sasha."

"Spencer. It's so good to hear from you. The last time was, lets see..." she made a show of trying to remember.

"The Gala. You know, when you called the Washington Post to make sure my name and picture were featured. Then you called my boss's boss. I hope you enjoyed it. I wonder if you received our invitation. I know how you love a party."

"Would that be this invitation to an engagement party? How provincial. I thought it was a joke. You two are actually getting married?"

"Emily would love to see you there."

"Would she?"

"She thinks it would be marvelous if were there to wish us well."

"I see. And you?"

"I would consider it a personal favor if we never saw you ever again."

"What have I ever done to you?"

"Besides trying to break up me and Emily? Or trying to cause trouble for us? Breaking my heart over again and again. But, Emily wants you there, so I'm calling to make sure you got the invitation."

"She only wants me there so she can rub it in my face."

"I think she might want your blessing."

"I'll be there Spencer, if for no other reason to see you dressed up."

A few weeks later, a few days before the engagement party, there was a knock on Sasha's door. She opened the door to find herself face to face with Emily Prentiss.

"Hello." Emily said. "May I come in?"

Sasha was surprised to see her, Miss Thursday Night, here face to face. She shoved her surprise down, giving no betrayal of her emotions on her face. Or so she thought, because Emily could see the surprise in Sasha's eyes. "Why not, come in Emily," she said silkily.

Once Emily came in, Sasha said,"What brings you over here?"

"I just wanted to make sure you're coming."

"Of course I am. Didn't Spencer tell you?"

"He did, but I also know he called you under duress. I was afraid he might have sent out mixed signals. You see, I think it's very important that you're there."

"So I can see he's engaged to you?" Sasha said coolly.

"So you two can make peace with each other."

"Peace?" Sasha was baffled. What was this woman talking about?

"You have an opportunity Sasha. Both of you do, don't waste it on anger and hurt."

"What are you talking about?"

"That stunt you pulled, outing us to Erin Strauss, that was over the top. Especially for someone who tries to avoid emotional attachments. That's what you told Spencer every time you ended things with him. That it was foolish to have emotional attachments to people."

"Emily, we're women of the world. What good does it do to have emotional attachments? What does it ever lead to but heartache and pain?"

"It doesn't always lead there. Sometimes is leads to joy. Sometimes it leads to peace. For me and Spencer, it lead to love."

"Then why do you want me here? What does it matter to you how things end between me and Spencer?"

Emily looked at Sasha, her eyes filled a kind of sadness. Sasha took it to be pity.

"Don't you pity my Emily Prentiss! Don't you dare! Do you think I need him? Do you think I care about him! He was mine. A boy toy, nothing else. I only punished him because I was angry he ended it with me. It was a temporary feeling. Nothing more."

"Not pity, Sasha. Compassion. The way you acted: keeping him at arms length, sending him away periodically, trying to break us up, even outing us to Strauss and everyone else...these are acts of someone who was deeply hurt. Not by just one man I don't think. A series of them. I know how it feels."

"It that what you call profiling? You think you know me. You," her voice wavered,"you don't know me. "

Emily shook her head. "Yes, I do." Then she wrapped her arms around Sash and hugged her.

"Let go of me," Sasha said. "Let me go. I don't want or need your compassion. I don't need..." Sasha stopped speaking. A tear rolled down her cheek. Then another. Then a steady stream of tears rolled down her cheeks, followed by sobs.

All the while, Emily held onto her, like a mother comforting a small child.

After her sobs subsided, Sasha looked at Emily. "Why are you doing this?"

"It's what he would do for someone in your shoes. But he's too hurt. I'm hoping the two of you can find a way to forgive each other."

"What if we can't?"

"Well, you can try at the engagement party. Or after. But, I think you should try, no matter what."

Sasha nodded. "I was right about you. You are different from anyone else. Like him."

"No one is like him."

Sasha smiled. Not a malicious, smug smile but a warm and kind one. "Yes you are. The two of you are one of a kind. You should be together. I'll be there to wish you well."

"Thank you. I hope you find the peace you deserve."

"You think I deserve peace?"

"I think everyone does."

The engagement party was a huge to do, rivaling the size of the Gala. The Ambassador arranged to get the same banquet hall, and there was almost as many from DC society present. She was happy (and more than a little surprised) to have her daughter request such a large and formal gathering. Emily explained she wanted it very clear that Spencer and her lives were changing.

The one who was the most surprised, however, was Morgan. Every woman he met there knew Spencer. Each one told him how happy they were for him. How they hoped one day he would find someone he could be happy with. How Emily was so very lucky.

Morgan got Reid alone and asked,"You never let on, not even a little."

"You know how it is, Derek. We share so much with each other, we tend to keep a few things secret. This was one of mine. Besides, you trying to teach me about women is one of the cornerstones of our relationship. I didn't want to screw that up."

Morgan smiled and chucked him on the shoulder.

Later on, when the dancing began, Reid and Emily were enjoying a dance when he felt a light touch on his shoulder.

It was Sasha. "May I cut in?" She asked.

"No," Reid said.

"Absolutely," Emily said, leaving Sasha and Reid there.

Reid reluctantly took Sasha's hand and they began to dance. As they danced, he just glared at her until her noticed there was a something in her eye he had never seen before. A tear. It trickled out the corned of her eye, down her cheek.

"Sasha?" he said quietly.

"I'm sorry, Spencer. For...what I did to hurt you. The first time I met you, I thought what a sweet boy he seems. And I...this could have been our part once."

"You never wanted that."

She nodded. "Yes. Yes I did, but I wouldn't let myself admit it. I've told you that emotional attachments are foolish."

"Repeatedly."

"I was wrong. But you knew that. Smart boy that you are, you knew. So is she."

"Emily?"

"She told me we should try to make peace with each other, you and me."

"She did?"

"You two are so much alike. You both face the darkest deeds people do and yet you both believe in healing."

He thought about that for a minute. "I guess we do. I'm sorry I hurt you."

She shook her head. "I did more damage to you than you ever did to me."

"Then again, because of you I started seeing a lot of women. Because of that, I started helping women. Because of that, I helped Emily. So, in a way you're responsible for us being together."

"No. You two are responsible for you two."

Once the dance was over, Emily found Spencer again and they had the next dance.

"So," she asked, "did you and Sasha have a nice talk?"

"You are incredible busy body, you know?"

"I'm

just looking out for your well-being."

"Oh?"

"I don't want to get married with a dark place in your heart. It doesn't suit you."

"Why did those men break up with you again?"

"I guess they didn't appreciate my many charms."

"Their loss."

"Your gain."

Then the two of them enjoyed a brief kiss on the dance floor.

While the engagement party was a huge affair, the wedding was very small and intimate. It took place six months after the engagement party at a small Catholic Church in Las Vegas. In attendance were the BAU team, JJ and her family, Emily's parents and Spencer's parents.

There was one other special guest, Lila Archer. Right before the ceremony, Lila was in the small room they used to get brides ready. She, JJ and Garcia were there as Emily's attendants. Garcia was the maid of honor with JJ and Lila as bridesmaids.

"I was right, you know." Lila said. "You two are good for each other."

"Yes," Emily said. "But there was one thing you were wrong about."

"Oh?"

"You thought it was someone at work who broke his heart."

"It wasn't?"

"No. It was a woman he met outside of work named Sasha Windsor."

"You met her?"

"I did."

"And?"

"She's a lonely woman. I hope she finds someone someday."

"My dove," Garcia said, "didn't she out you two to Strauss?"

"And if she didn't, I might not be marrying him today so..."

Emily's father knocked on the door to tell them it was time.

The ceremony was brief, but touching. Shortly afterwords, there was a reception that was more heavily attended by extended friends and family. At the head table, Morgan (who was Reid's best man) asked,"So where are you two going on your honeymoon?"

"Alaska."

"Why?"

"I thought that hotel we were in last year was nice."

"You're taking her to a place we were on a case?"

"So's Vegas."

"Kid..."

"It's a place where I've never taken a woman and I thought she might like to see the Aurora Boreas."

"You do?"

"Which she confirmed. I like the metaphor of taking her far away to celebrate getting married."

"What does she say?"

"She said something about keeping warm. I assured her that will be no problem in bed."

Morgan enjoyed a nice long chuckle at that.

A/N: the scene with Emily and Sasha came to me during Christmas Eve Church service. Well, we have 1 chapter left in this story.