Later that afternoon the BAU team, along with several of the Troopers, stood on the wharf watching as their gear was loaded onto the floatplane taking them to Anchorage.
"I still don't believe that Captain Wright was the unsub. He always seemed to reflect all the best qualities we look for in an Alaskan State Trooper," Sergeant Moore told them.
"That's also what made him such a threat," Morgan explained. "He knew just how to work the system."
"And, that's why the victims all trusted him," Blake pointed out.
Brisk footsteps on the dock caused everyone to turn and look towards the shore where they saw Father Michael approaching them. "I heard you were leaving," he said. "I wanted to say 'Thank You' and, if it is alright, I would like to give you a blessing for safe trip home."
"You're welcome," Hotch assured him.
Rossi smiled at the priest. "And, a blessing definitely won't hurt."
As the team stood quietly, the priest intoned the ancient words spoken for centuries blessing explorers as they set out into the unknown. When the priest finished, even Reid joined in the "Amen".
"Well, it looks like all your gear is loaded," Sergeant Moore observed after the priest had finished. "I guess it's time for me to say 'Good-By' and 'Thanks'."
"Our pleasure," Hotch assured him, shaking hands.
"If you ever need us again, be sure to call," JJ added.
As the team headed down the dock toward the floatplane, Father Michael suddenly called out, "Agent Rossi?"
Rossi turned to look back at the priest. "Yes?" he asked, surprised.
Father Michael looked at him seriously. "It's probably none of my business," he said. "But, whoever she is, I recommend you ask yourself one question."
"That is?" Rossi was puzzled, but interested.
"Is she a good person?" Father Michael asked. "Inside as well as out. And, will she remain a good person, no matter what. Once you answer that question, you will have your answer."
Rossi nodded thoughtfully.
