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AUTHOR'S NOTE/APOLOGY:Yay, my hiatus is over! I know it has been ages since I updated this story; the hiatus wasn't planned and I am so sorry it took so long! What started out as waiting for the DVDs to be released turned into the most hectic, grueling year of school ever. But I always finish what I start, so expect more for this story : )

RECAP: Aimee, a psychic from Hollywood who works as a set photographer (and an artist with her own collection) was called in on an abduction case in Virginia, where she is temporarily living. There she met the BAU team. She befriends Reid while helping him through his addiction and family problems, and peeks Morgan's interest as well. As of the last chapter, they (Morgan and Aimee) had started dating. "Lily" (short for Liliana) is Aimee's good friend and manager back in California. Cecilia is Aimee's grandmother in Virginia who also has a bit of psychic ability, and we all know the BAU : ) (This is still before Gideon has left!)

Chapter 10: Stumbling

Cecilia watched as Aimee got off the phone with her friend and agent back in California and began to furiously input information in her PDA. "The good old days when people put their appointments in their appointment calendar," Cecilia declared as she took inventory of the rugs along the back wall.

"Surprisingly, they have one of those in this," Aimee teased. "I should get you one out of spite."

"Technology is well and good, but writing my appointments in the calendar is quicker for me than it is for you to punch all those buttons. Where to this time? I thought you had to go to Atlantic City?"

"I do. Lily was telling me about some casting changes. Brad Pitt is in, James Franco is out," Aimee said with a shrug. "And with this writer's strike approaching, we are taking precautions. She has some local shoots set up for me here, and she is pushing my art."

"I do love your Arthurian art, honey," Cecilia sighed. "You should put some up in here. It might not be antique, but I think it would sell well anyways."

"Grandma, you don't have to worry about me," Aimee said kissing her cheek. "I have enough socked away for awhile. And my art does fine, don't worry."

"Alright then. Now, why haven't I met this young man yet?" she chuckled when she saw Aimee blink in surprise. "Don't think I don't know you have been seeing a young gentleman . At least five or six times, I dare say. I think it's about time I met this young man."

Aimee blushed and put her head in her hands. "Five or six times and you want me to bring him to meet the family?"

"How about Saturday afternoon, if he doesn't have to leave for a case? Better yet, tell him to come around 11. He will be leaving around 2 for a case, so that will give us plenty of time to get to know each other."

"2, huh," Aimee raised an eyebrow. "And do you see where he will be going?"

"I don't have as much talent as you, but I do see him on the jet. With Reid, dear Reid. And how is our Spencer doing?"

"He's doing better," Aimee admitted. "He told me he is going to support group meetings.

Cecilia nodded. "Good. That dear boy has such potential; I would hate to see him suffer more. Saturday at 11," Cecilia reminded as she left to go to the bank. Aimee shook her head and called Derek.

"Hey. Busy morning?" she asked.

"Not so much. This pile of paperwork and I are having a showdown."

"Do you have plans Saturday? Around 11?"

"Not yet, why? Something special?"

"Sorta. My grandma wants to meet you."

"Really? Reid's told me about her. She sounds great."

"Yeah, and she ambushed me into bring you to lunch. Before you leave on a case."

"Leave?" Derek chuckled. "And where to?"

"No clue," she admitted. "But I would bet money you are on the jet at 2pm Saturday." She listened to him talk about his day and the team's latest antics. She loved his voice, no matter the subject. "So when do you leave for Atlantic City?"

"About 2 weeks. Oh, there was a change in casting Lily told me today. James Franco is out, some sort of personal reason. Brad Pitt took the part. She also has me lined up another film shortly after this one."

"What's the news on the strike?" Derek asked worriedly, knowing it was important to her work.

"It looks like it's going to happen, I knowit will happen," she said emphasizing she had seen it. "I don't know how long, though. But I'm not worried . . . yet," she decided. She would worry when the time came. "I'll let you go before Hotch finds out. Call me later," she said as they said bye and hung up.

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Saturday arrived and Derek knocked on the door at exactly 11am. When Aimee opened the door he kissed her softly. She grabbed his hand and led him to the sitting room. "Grandma, Derek Morgan, Derek, this is my grandmother Cecilia Adams."

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Adams," Derek said giving her a hug. "I have heard many good things about you, from both Aimee and Reid." He had a bouquet of gorgeous daisies.

"Grossly exaggerated, I'm sure," Cecilia said. "These are lovely, thank you Derek."

"Now, I know you are from Chicago. Your mother and sisters still live there, correct?" Aimee saw her grandmother's approval as she listened to Derek talk about his family. It was evident how much he cared for all of them.

"If you didn't have to leave this afternoon, I would ask you to come with us while we go to a haunted house this weekend," Cecilia offered as they ate. "It should be very interesting."

Derek grinned. "It sounds like it should be the experience of a lifetime with both of you." His cell phone rang and Cecilia took a sip of water, knowing already it was work.

"Any horses you want to tell me to bet on?" Derek grinned as he got up to leave.

"Where to?" Aimee asked curiously.

"Florida," he said.

"Derek, come by anytime," Cecilia said happily as she kissed his cheek. "Our door is always open to you."

"You should to tell Reid he didn't do you justice," Derek said as Aimee walked out with him. "Your grandmother is great," Derek said as Aimee walked out to his car with him. "Seriously. Reid told me she was, but, well, you never know what to expect when meeting family."

"Be careful. Have fun," she trailed off with a grin, seeing something. "Tell Reid not to get sunburned," she chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him goodbye.

"I'll call you later," he promised as they pulled apart and he got in his car.

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Where had all the time gone? She wondered as she packed. She didn't know. In the last 20 days, she and Derek had gone on over a dozen dates, only having to cancel twice because of a case. "Someone is well on her way to stumbling," Aimee muttered happily to herself as she finished her packing.

A knock had her rushing to the front door. "Hey!" she said happily when she saw Derek. She pulled him down and into a kiss. "You won't forget me, will you?"

"As if that's possible," he said easily with a grin.

"Sure? I mean, when you are gone on a case, it's only a few days. I'm going to be gone a little over a month."

"Well, when you put it that way," he teased making her roll her eyes. "You sure you got everything?" he asked eying all of her luggage she had waiting.

"Hey, first of all, I am a female. Second, two of these cases are equipment," she explained.

"I think I should have brought the team, more men to haul this around," he said and she laughed.

"Ah, just think, what am I going to do when I get there and don't have any handsome men to haul around my luggage?" She shrugged. "Well, I'll settle for young, handsome bellhops," she said with a bounce in her step as she walked upstairs. She caught a glimpse of his frown which made her grin.

She came back down with her last bag and Morgan drove her to the airport. "Two weeks in Atlantic city?"

She nodded. "Then the rest of the shoot is in Canada," she said and placed her hand over his on the gearshift while she looked out the window.

"What's worrying you?"

"Just thinking how this might be my last shoot for a while," she said. "Maybe one more after that, but then nothing."

"The strike?"

She nodded. "It will give me time to focus on my art, and I have some put away, but it still makes me worried."

"Hey, everything will work out," Derek said grasping her hand. "Just have fun. I've heard you talk about your work, and I wish I was there to watch you."

She grinned. "I wish you could too. You should take a long weekend and come up," she said turning to face him. "It would be fun. Be on set on Saturday, have Sunday to ourselves."

They chatted until they got to the airport. Derek used his badge to walk with her to the gate after checking her luggage. "Call me when you land," he whispered against her temple as she hugged him. He captured her lips with his. His phone went off and he pulled away reluctantly.

"Duty calls," she said with a smile. She would not let him ever think she resented his work, and she always believed 'leave them with a smile.' She pulled him in for another kiss. "Let me know where you are going," she said cheerfully. He watched as she boarded her plane and then rushed back to his car to make it back to the office.

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