On an unusually cold summer's night a little over two weeks later, Reid awoke after midnight to what sounded like someone pounding on their front door and peanut scratching at the inside of the door and barking her head off. He looked over, Maeve was still beside him, sleeping like a baby out of sheer exhaustion above all else. He thought about waking her but decided against it. She and the babies did not need the extra stress, particularly considering that by now, most burglars would have probably broken in through the back door or kitchen window… not have stood out there waiting for him to let them in.

He sat up, and as quietly as he could, got his sidearm out of the nightstand drawer on his right hand side, then took the land-line phone off the top and dialed the nine and the first one. The he got up and proceeded cautiously down the stairs as if he were clearing an unsub's location.

There was Peanut… the little roasted-ginger colored dog was still only half her adult size and had yet to grow into her paws… she was still barking her head off… over the past eight months since she had come into their house, he and Maeve had been training her as a guard dog…but as of yet she wasn't much more than a furry alarm system.

He gently scooted her back out of the way with his foot so that he could see who it was through the peephole. When he did he was shocked, standing there on the front stoop in the rain… was his eighty-six year-old grandmother… Nana Penny.

He had known that she was coming, but he hadn't expected her for at least another week…or until a more reasonable hour… the entire east coast was essentially in a monsoon…had she driven all the way down from New York in this this, in the dark?

He swung the door open and let her in. Nana Penny might be in her mid-eighties but she didn't look or act a day over sixty…she never had and he was starting to think she never would. Even now, she continuously dyed her hair the auburn that it had been, and moved as agile as a teenager.

She carried her bag inside and flung it and her coat onto the armchair in the living room before he had a chance to take either one. Then she turned around and hugged him, he stood there stunned for a few seconds and then hugged her back.

"Nana what are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming until at least next week… you do know that the twins aren't due for another three and a half weeks right?"

"Yes, but 61% of all twins are born at least three weeks early…surely you know that by now…"

"Well yeah but… how do you know that…?"

"Are you forgetting that Paul and Joseph are twins? Your cousins? Those statistics haven't changed much in the last thirty years." She told him. "And I will not miss the birth of my first great-grandchildren…"

"Ok… it's after midnight…wouldn't it have been better to wait until morning?" he asked.

"It's one-thirty in the morning, yes I know… but there's less traffic on the highway after ten..."

"Ok…"

"Where's Maeve…?"

"Asleep…Just how long are you planning on staying…?"

"As long as I'm useful here… have you ever taken care of a newborn before? It's more than a full time job… just wait till they come home and you'll be glad I'm here… I stuck around after you were born you know…"

"You did?"

"Of course… and your parents were way out of their depth… speaking of which… who knows if they'll take them but I brought some of your old baby toys for the twins…and I made them their first quilts… just like I did for your mom and your aunt and uncle, then you and your cousins…"

"You did…?" Reid asked with a small reminiscent smile, fond memories of burrowing into his own at night when he was little flooding his brain.

"But of course! Why wouldn't I? I'll make larger ones when they're a bit older but the forever ones would be a bit big for a crib don't you think?"

"Yeah…"

"Um Nana… we don't actually have the other room set up… there's nothing in there but a couch…"

"That's fine… honey do you have any idea how many holding cells I slept in? With nothing at all but I concrete floor? This all pre-dates you of course… your uncle might remember though… Look the point is, as far as that couch goes… I'm sure I've slept on worse, don't worry about that…"

"If you're sure…"

"I'm sure…now I'm just gonna take my bag on upstairs and then let's both try to get some sleep…" She replied.

She reached for her bag but Spencer was already halfway up the stairs with it. Penny followed him and Peanut trailed behind.