~There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance~

When we flew back to Quantico in the evening I couldn't help feeling empty inside, like there was so much to feel that I was numb. Spencer and I sat next to each other and Morgan and Rossi were across the row from us. Spencer nodded off as soon as the plane took off, I couldn't sleep so I traced the lines on his hand with my fingers.

By the end of the flight Morgan and Rossi were exhausted and left, while Spencer and I hailed a cab and headed to the hospital. "You forgave him," Spencer said.

I nodded, "I had to."

"Why?" I stared at my knees and smiled, "Because I had to."

Spencer gave me a puzzled look, "But that statement has no real meaning."

"Exactly."

We were shown to JJ's room in the maternity ward, I could hear voices inside but Spencer hesitated at the door. "Nervous?" I asked.

He grimaced, "Terrified," he answered shortly. I smirked and he knocked on the door frame, "Room for two more?" he called in.

"Spence, Sara, hi," JJ greeted, a small blue bundle in her arms. Will was at her side, gazing down at her lovingly. Prentiss and Garcia were grinning broadly and even Hotch looked completely thrilled. I took a mental snapshot of the scene, promising myself I'd remember it forever.

"Welcome back," Hotch greeted. His arms were crossed as usual, but he was smiling brightly.

"Wow," Spencer said, awed. "Congratulations," he told Will, shaking his hand.

"Oh JJ, he's perfect!" I fawned, straining to see a tiny pink face among the blankets.

"How is it that I just went through fifteen hours of labor and you two look worse than I do?" JJ asked us.

"Don't be ridiculous, you look beautiful," Spencer insisted.

"You look great… fifteen hours?" I asked.

JJ smiled and gave Will a pointed look, "Hey I could sure go for a coffee, anyone else?" he asked the group. Will patted Spencer on the shoulder, "Watch her, Reids," he told us as he and the agents walked out of the room.

The baby in JJ's arms let out a little cry and Spencer seemed to gravitate towards him. "You ok?" JJ asked us.

"Wow," Spencer whispered, looking down at the baby. "Yeah, yeah, you?" he answered.

"You sure? Because there's something I wanted to ask you, but it can wait," she told him, the baby sucking on her fingers.

"What is it?" JJ looked down at her son proudly, "Will and I were talking," she said, and looked up at Spencer, smiling, "We want you to be Henry's godfather."

Spencer looked completely overwhelmed, "I don't even, I don't know…" Reid stuttered. My hand flew to my mouth, covering a smile.

"Do you want to hold him?" she asked suddenly, handing him the bundle, Spencer's eyes went wide. "No, no it's ok," she assured him.

He took the baby in his arms, staring down at his little face, "Hi, hello Henry," he greeted.

"If anything should happen to us, it's up to you and Garcia to make sure this boy gets into Yale."

"Yale? Yale! Do you want to go to Yale, Henry?" he asked the baby, "That was your god father's safety school," he told him proudly. "Don't worry, I can get you into Cal-Tech with one phone call," he whispered. JJ and I smiled at the scene.

I stepped closer hesitantly, "Hi, Henry," I whispered, peeking into the blanket. "Wow, look at you, you could grow up to be a Doctor, or a Detective like your Dad, maybe a liaison like your Mom, you've certainly got the face for it," I assured Henry.

"Do you want to hold him, Sara?" JJ asked. "Um, I'm not sure that's a good idea…" I said quickly, my hands flying up.

"It's easy, here, sit down," Spencer instructed. I perched at the edge of JJ's hospital bed and Spencer handed Henry to me.

"Watch his head," JJ told me. I cradled the little bundle, peering down at him, smiling.

"Hi baby, hi Henry," I cooed. "We're going to be good friends, you and I," I told him, grinning down at the scrunched up little face.

Will and the small group of agents crept back into the room and I heard Penelope and Emily gasp. "Are you crying?" Hotch asked me. I glared at him and carefully wiped away the tears forming in my eyes.

"No, it was just raining on my face, isn't that right Henry?" Spencer sat beside me, gazing down at the baby again. "Very good friends," I whispered.