Chapter Twenty-Six

**Part of the last chapter was inspired by nj. Some time ago when she read one of the earlier chapters concerning Spencer and his concern about a lack of booty, she thought it would be funny if Lila insisted one of the things she liked most about him was his yummy ass. So Nicole, that one was for you. :D

**Oh and I'm facing a naming dilema regarding my evil bunny. Droid suggested Dr. Tease, which I love, but then Nicole offered the very viable option of Spencer's Reid. So I think I'll leave it to an audience vote........

Spencer and Lila were now in the car, enjoying the scenic drive. Spencer was behind the wheel, one hand on the wheel as his other arm rested on the passenger side seat. Lila was sitting back in her seat, going through her cd selection. Before they left her room, Lila asked if he minded if she brought along some music. Of course Spencer agreed and Lila was considering her options.

"I know you like Mozart, but what else do you like?" Lila asked him.

"I like jazz," he said.

"Oh good, me too," Lila said, pulling out an Etta James cd. She popped it into his cd player and within moments, the strains of "At last" streamed through the hair. Spencer and Lila smiled at each other and exchanged a quick kiss before Spencer had to focus on the road.

"A friend of mine is a jazz musician in New Orleans," he said.

"Really? What's his name?"

"Leo Smith. He was one of the few friends I had as a kid and we were always in competition with each other. In fact, we both joined the FBI together."

"What happened?" Lila asked.

"He showed up for one day of FBI training and never came back. He just decided this sort of life wasn't for him," Spencer said with a shrug.

"Has he ever regretted his decision?"

"Not at all. He's quite content with his life singing the blues. As a matter of fact, he got engaged recently."

"Really?" Lila asked, looking interested. She loved hearing about the people so important to Spencer.

Spencer nodded. "Her name is Mabel and she works as a cocktail waitress at one of the bars he performs at. They met last year and he proposed last week."

"That's so wonderful. When are they getting married?"

"November twenty-seventh."

"The Saturday after Thanksgiving. That makes sense since they were going to have to see their families for the holiday anyway."

"That was their thought process," Spencer said, enjoying her perceptiveness and apparent interest in what he had to say.

"Leo asked me to be the best man," Spencer continued.

"That's exciting," Lila said, drooling over the image of her agent in a tuxedo.

"Do you know what is even more exciting?" Spencer asked.

"What?"

"The fact I get to attend the wedding with the most amazing, beautiful woman in the world."

"Oh, and who might that be?" Lila teased.

Spencer answered her question by having his lips envelope hers. Lila moaned and moved her mouth with his, effectively agreeing to be his wedding date. Reluctantly, Spencer parted from her, so he could focus on his driving and try to avoid driving off the road.

"What is your idea of the perfect wedding?" Lila asked him.

"Well, I think considering their personalities and Leo's profession, a jazz hall might be appropriate...."

"No, silly, for you," Lila said giggling.

"Oh...*oh*," Spencer sputtered, feeling a tad silly. "Well, I guess one in which the bride showed up might be enjoyable."

"How romantic and well thought out," Lila teased, giggling some more. Her feminine, high pitched giggle was music to Spencer's ears. He loved seeing her happy.

"Hey until recently a member of the opposite sex wouldn't give me the time of day, so the idea of planning to share eternity with someone seemed un-necessary. What is your idea of the perfect wedding?"

"Ditto, but now that I think about it, I think a garden wedding would be nice. Something small and intimate, with just close friends and family only. Something in the late afternoon so we could say our vows at sunset. I just love the idea of simplicity and letting our love for each other speak for itself."

"That sounds beautiful," Spencer said, picturing the event in his mind. The idea of pledging his love for Lila in front of his loved ones and vowing to be hers forever gave him a warm, cozy feeling deep inside.

"Somehow I can't imagine you as a bridezilla," he said.

"Your imagination is right on track, as usual. Honestly Spence, the minute details of a wedding do not interest me. As long as I have an officiant, two witnesses, and the man I love, I would be the happiest bride the world."

"Really? And who is this lucky man? Do I know him?"

Lila laughed and gave him a playful slap on the arm. Spencer joined in the laughter and they fell into easy conversation about their favorite music, food, and other small, yet important details. Lila asked him about the members on his team and Spencer gladly told her about them. Lila was so enthralled with him she didn't notice even notice Spencer pulling into the parking lot. He pulled into a parking space, put the car in park, and shut it off. He looked at Lila and gave her a soft, sweet smile.

"We're here," he said.