Here's Chapter 34 - and I think you all realized what this means...the next chapter you'll be reading will be about The Fischer King - so I promise to get Chapter 35 done as quick as I can. I know at least a couple of you are anxious to see what happens ;)

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JJ crawled into bed. It had been a really, really long day. The 'day' had actually started the day before at seven am. It was now ten pm the next day. By her count that was a thirty nine hour day. No wonder she was absolutely exhausted.

"I just want to sleep for the next twelve hours" JJ said as she snuggled into Spence's shoulder.

Spence reached over and set the book he had been reading on the nightstand. "I don't know abut twelve hours, but I'm sure we can get at least eight or maybe even ten hours" he said as he sank down into the pillows and wrapped his arms around JJ.

"I'm so tired, I'll settle for what ever we can get at this point." JJ replied. "How was the CIA?"

Last night at about one am a CIA Agent had shown up pounding on JJ's apartment door. Realizing what was happening she and Spence had convinced him to call off the CIA Agent who was on his way to Spence's house. They had quickly gotten dressed and been escorted to the BAU for a two am briefing.

JJ had spent quality time, albeit highly entertaining, but still quality time with Garcia. Spence and the rest of the team had gone to Langley. They had discovered who the mole was. Alia Nadir and her children were safe. Hassan Nadir was in CIA custody for interrogation. She and Spence both knew that when they woke up in the morning and read the paper, the leading story would be that CIA Agent Bruno Hawks was killed in a car accident.

"The CIA was … interesting. I'm glad that when they attempted to recruit me, I had already been speaking with Gideon and pretty much agreed to join the BAU. Its scary to think what I would have ended up doing if I worked for the CIA." Spence said answering JJ's question.

"The CIA attempted to recruit you?" JJ asked looking up him from where her head rested on his chest.

"JJ I was 21 years old with doctorates in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering. Every government agency with an acronym tried to recruit me." Spence answered.

"Huh… talk about swimming in alphabet soup… well, I'm really glad you chose the FBI and working with the BAU." JJ said rubbing her hand across his chest and leaning up to kiss him.

"Me too." Spence said as JJ pulled away.

"So did you know Garcia is on a list with the CIA?" JJ asked.

"A list, what sort of list?" Spence asked.

"Apparently the sort of list that prevents you from being able to go to Langley with the rest of the team." JJ responded. "Of course after watching her before I left, I can see why." JJ said with a chuckle.

"What did she do?" Spence asked with confusion on his face.

"She looked up and found Prince William's phone number in the CIA system." JJ said shaking her head. "luckily for us all the CIA kicked her out of the system before she could write the number down." JJ said laughing about the antics of their dearly beloved systems analyst.

Spence snickered at the thought of Garcia's actions. They continued talking for a bit about their days and everything that happened.

"Oh. Don't forget tomorrow to book your flight to Vegas to visit your Mom." JJ said.

"Yeah. I have it on my list of things to do." Spence said "I wish you had time off too and could come with me"

"Well, we both know I'll see your Mom when you have her brought here… and maybe we can spend some time together with her then." JJ replied yawning at the end of her response as the length of their day started to catch up with her.

Spence nodded in agreement. "I hope so, but right now we need to get some sleep." Spence said reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp.

Once the lights were off Spence and JJ curled up and quickly dropped off to sleep, their exhausting thrity nine hour day catching up with them both at last.