Author's Note: Good evening, everyone. The latest two episodes were good. I like the whole Emily the homeowner bit but the snarkiness towards Reid I could've done without. I loved the Seminar bit they did and the Rossi plot line made me want to cry, especially when we saw that the crazed bastard had picked his birthday for his special day. Damn. Just…damn.

So, RtD is now officially in the homestretch and I'm going to try and update every day until the Season Finale. And hell, I might update again for good measure afterwards. The promo has been buzzing like an angry bee in my head since I saw it and I'm thinking that Emily's gonna be done for permanently this time. I don't know yet. Please don't tell me if you do. Enjoy the update.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"So, Agent Prentiss-Reid, it must be really fun working with your kid brother, huh?" Detective Jack Hart of DC PD said suddenly as they packed up crime scene photos.

Emily frowned and then it dawned on her. Wow, really? She didn't know whether to laugh or hit him. All right, she and Spencer were on the extreme opposites of any figurative matchmaking scale. And yes, there was an age difference (11 years really wasn't that bad…) but come on! Didn't he notice their bands? Spencer had replaced the platinum ring she had gotten him (it was now on a chain around his neck) with a male version of Grandmother Reid's bands before the wedding and he said that an UnSub would have to chop his hand off before he took them off. Not to mention the way that he had found a way to help her out of the SUV even though she didn't need it…or the lightning quick round of eye sex they had engaged in as she brushed against him at the board. They might as well have screamed it from the rooftops, for chrissakes!

"Detective…"

"Please. It's Jack."

"Detective, Dr. Reid is not my brother.", Emily deadpanned.

To emphasize her statement, she tied her hair back, making sure to flash her rings as she did so. The blonde haired, blue eyed man frowned slightly and she bit back a laugh as his eyes went comically wide. Any second and…

"You? And him? You're married?" Hart asked with deep incredulity.

"4 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days. We were dating for nearly a year before and he's been my best friend for over 4."

"Seriously?"

"Mm-hm."

"How?"

"Detective, I've always had the extremes of luck, horrible and wonderful. Emily is part of the latter." Spencer clarified as he walked in, sitting next to her nonchalantly. He took the rest of her lukewarm coffee and downed it. In retaliation, she reached in his messenger bag and pulled out a bag of his Reese's Pieces (he had enough in the house to last through the apocalypse…) and started eating. She tilted the bag towards him and he shook his head negatively, a half smirk on his face.

"Wow…well, congratulations."

"Thank you." they replied in polite unison before dissolving into soft laughter when the door shut behind the now sheepish detective.