AN: Wow, the journey is finally over. Thanks to all who have stuck with me and finished this story along with me. I really appreciate all of the amazing support I've had for this fic. And here's hoping that TPTB give me even more Garcia/Morgan goodness to work with in the third season! The more, the better. :)

Disclaimer: One last time for this fic I will say that I do not own Criminal Minds and anything thereof. I do claim the original characters I have created, though they are only possible because of the great characters the world was given by the show and its PTB in the first place and I thank all those responsible for getting the pleasure of being able to write and share my version of the possibilities for the future of some of their characters.

Everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
She's everything to me

"Boys! Stop running around!"

"Oh, let 'em run, honey. It's a beautiful day and they just want to stretch their legs."

His wife rolled her eyes. "We're in a cemetery, RJ. It just seems wrong somehow."

"It wouldn't be to my grandparents," he countered as he took his wife's hand. They followed their sons at a more leisurely pace than the two youngsters had set. "I think they'd enjoy looking down and seeing their great-grandkids having a good time."

She smiled at him, though she was obviously still exasperated. "Fine, point taken, but if they start climbing on the tombstones or disturbing anyone else here visiting a grave, you're the one that has to handle them."

"Deal," he agreed as they approached the grave they had come to see. It had been a long time since he had had a chance to come by here what with being assigned to an office on the other side of the country, but he had finally achieved his lifelong goal and after his wife and his parents, these were the two people in the world he most wanted to tell.

His wife put down on the ground in front of the tombstone the flowers they had brought. She carefully arranged them in the simple vase they had gotten with the blooms, then stood and gave him a hug and a kiss to the cheek. "I'll leave you alone for a few minutes and go see where the boys have gotten to."

"Thanks." He stared down at the grave of his grandparents. They had been gone awhile now, but he could still remember them like he had been to their house yesterday. Playing computer games with his grandma. His grandpa telling him stories, sometimes ones from his time in the FBI, though RJ was never allowed to tell his parents and his grandma about those. And the big family gatherings they would have when everyone would make the effort to come to the house and spend time together, no matter how far apart they lived.

"Hey, Gramps, Grandma," he started. "I know it's been a long time since I've been by and I'm sorry about that. I'm sure Dad's told you about what I've been up to. The L.A. office was a challenge, which I knew it would be from Uncle Reid, but it paid off. I've been promoted to the BAU." He knelt and ran his fingers over his grandparents' names. "You both told me that I would make it someday and I finally did. I only wish you could have been here to see it. I've got a lot to live up to with a last name like Morgan, but I promise that I'll do my best to make you guys proud."

"Who're you talking to, Dad?" RJ turned to find his oldest son standing next to him.

"Your great-grandparents." He reached out an arm and brought his son up next to his side. "You never got to meet them because they passed away not long before you were born, but you would have liked them. They were a lot like your Grandma and Grandpa, only cooler." He smiled at his son's amazement that anybody could be cooler than his grandparents. He only had one set of them because his mom's parents had died years before. Since RJ's parents lived on the east coast and didn't get to see their grandsons very much, they took every opportunity to spoil them rotten.

Once he was past that crazy thought, the boy contemplated the tombstone. "Hey, he had the same name as me!"

The father smiled and ruffled his son's hair. "Yes, he did. Your grandpa is Robert Derek and I'm Robert Derek Junior, so when you were born we just switched the names back around and named you Derek Robert so that you would be named after both your great-grandfather and your grandpa. Just like your brother is named after your mom's grandpa and dad."

"Cool." The boy touched the emblem of the Federal Bureau of Investigation which had been emblazoned in the middle of the stone above the two names. "Do you think I'll be in the FBI someday like you are and they were and Great-Aunt Megan?"

"If you want to. But you've got a very long time before you have to decide that."

"'Kay." The boy looked closely at the dates on the stone. RJ could almost predict what was coming next. His son had gotten very interested in math lately and making equations out of practically anything. It wasn't out of the question that the boy could grow up to be a fine FBI agent, but right now RJ would put down money that his son was more likely to follow in the footsteps of his great-grandmother rather than his great-grandfather.

"They only died a couple months apart, Dad. Two months and five days to be exact."

"That's right. Your great-grandmother, my Grandma Penelope, died of a massive stroke. When she was gone, Gramps just didn't seem to want to stay around much longer. He loved his kids and his grandkids and his great-grandkids very, very much, but he had been with Grandma Penelope a really long time and I guess he just wanted to be with her again."

"Do you think they are together? Up in heaven?" The boy looked to his father with innocent inquisitiveness in his eyes.

"I think so. I even think Grandma Penelope just went up there first to check things out like she used to do for Gramps in the FBI, checking out everything on the computer so he would know everything he needed to catch the bad guys. Once she had checked everything out, he went up there and joined her."

"Cool." The boy hugged his dad, then leaned back to look in his face. "Can we go get ice cream when we're done here?"

The father smiled. "Sure, kiddo. In fact, why don't you go gather up your mom and your brother and meet me at the car. I'll be there in just a minute."

"Okay!" The boy ran off and RJ just smiled before standing and turning back to the tombstone.

"I wish you guys could have met the boys. They're great, though sometimes I worry they're too much like me and not enough like their mother. I'll bring them back sometime now that we live nearby, though I'm sure you guys are looking down on them already. You guys probably haven't stopped protecting people even up in heaven."

He took a deep breath to get back his emotions before continuing. "And I want to tell you that you were right all those years ago, Gramps, back when I told you that I was going to propose to Annie. Even though I've had to work hard to make it to the BAU, I haven't once forgotten your advice that I needed to keep my priorities straight and not neglect my family. She's my everything, just like Grandma was for you, and I won't do anything to lose that. I know now what you meant about being a better agent because of Grandma and not just because of her computer skills. Annie makes me a better agent, a better man, and I can't imagine life without her, my everything."

He laid a hand on the stone, said goodbye, then before he joined his family he read one last time the words under the names and dates. There were a few lines for each about how they had been loving and beloved parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, friends and colleagues. But what always got to him the most were the lines at the bottom which were short summations of what his grandparents had been to one another. On his grandfather's side it read, He was her rock, her constant in every one of life's storms.

And on his grandmother's side was etched, From the day they met and into forever, she was and is one thing to him: his everything.