A/N: Hello again, everyone!

A shout-out to ahowell1993, Love. Fiction. 2020, Ayumika1998, haruka4, AMStein777, Kelly, Skylar, Martha, Betty, Susan, and Amy for either reviewing Chapter 35, favoring and/or following the story. The occasional scenes from episodes of Criminal Minds in this story belong to the writers of Criminal Minds and CBS. No copyright infringement intended.

My apologies if I had made any mistakes but do enjoy the chapter!

Also, I would like to credit ahowell1993 for helping me with this chapter.


"Well, how do I look," Reid wears a black two-piece wool tuxedo from Brioni.

"Oh, man," Morgan smirks. "You look like a handsome male model from another life. But not as good as moi."

Morgan shows off a two-piece Hugo Boss suit.

Reid teased. "Who do you think you are, a Hugo Boss model?"

"The suit is a Hugo Boss, pretty boy." Morgan clarified.

Hotch comes out of the dressing room in a dark wool Hugo Boss suit, holding Jack's hand, who was wearing a Ralph Lauren barathea wool two-piece tuxedo suit.

"We look good, don't we, Jack?" Hotch smiled.

"Yeah!" Jack nods his head.

"So, yes to the suits?" Reid figured.

"I say we say yes to our suits. Especially mine, pretty boy." Morgan chuckled.

"That's great because we have plenty of time to go to the bachelor party.

"What bachelor party?" Reid wondered what Hotch and Morgan have in store for him.


"Come on, Jack, you can do it," Hotch encouraged, helping his four-year-old son, Jack, put the six-pound red-orange bowling ball down a dinosaur-shaped ramp. "You can do it and…watch it go!"

Hotch and Jack watched in excitement as they witness the bowling ball make a strike.

"A perfect strike!" An enthusiastic Hotch picked up Jack and starts kissing his head. "A perfect strike! Yeah!"

"You did great, Jack!" Reid cheered for him. "And thanks for the bowling bachelor party!"

"Anytime!" Morgan mentioned before adding, "Too bad Rossi couldn't make it."

"Yeah, he said something else came up," Hotch replies.

"Maybe he's meeting up with Ringo." Morgan joked.

Hotch let out a rare chuckle. "Yeah, maybe."

Reid looked at his watch before he rose up from his seat, "Oh! It's my turn now."

Reid picked out a blue bowling ball and stared at the bowling lane with tension focus. Morgan noticed Reid was doing his signature Reid thinking face.

"You can start anytime now," Morgan exclaimed.

"I'm just calculating the accuracy from the several practices rolls I'm doing in my head based on my grip and weight of the ball. I can't help it if I don't use science and mathematics in bowling."

"Well, hurry it up before we all die of boredom."

Reid began explaining, "Actually, studies from scientists prove that…"

"Oh my god." Morgan threw his hands up in the air.

Reid stopped himself, "On second thought, I'll just do it."

After exhaling and adjusting the grip of his bowling ball, Reid lets out and watches his bowling ball make a perfect strike.

"Yes!" Reid cheered to himself before doing an embarrassing dance.

"Well, someone has to get this on video," Morgan pulls out his cell phone and starts recording Reid's dancing.

Hotch questions, "I wanted what Élise and the girls are doing."


"Now this is what I call a bachelorette party!" Élise cried as she, Prentiss, JJ, and Garcia were all enjoying themselves at the belly dancing class the three ladies surprised her with.

"Now," The belly dancing instructor, Layla, got everyone's attention, "Bend both your knees and straighten your right leg…" She noticed Élise's movements. "There you go! But make you keep your heels flat on the ground as you do the lift."

"I guess someone's a natural belly dancer," Garcia commented.

Prentiss replied, "More like a belly dancer from another life."

"Where'd you learn to move like that?" JJ asked.

"I don't know," Élise responds. "Maybe I just had it in me."

"Now, we're really going to make things interesting," Layla announced as she turns on the stereo.

"This ought to be fun!" Prentiss smirked.

"Oh!" Élise was starting to get pumped. "Sharika's Hips Don't Lie."


"Oh my god," A slightly lightheaded Élise said as she, Prentiss and JJ were getting coffee. "What a class. Thank you for surprising me with it."

"Anytime, Élise." JJ said before asking Prentiss, "So…Emily?"

"What are you trying to 'Emily' me about?" Prentiss questioned.

"Mick Rawson."

Prentiss immediately said, "No."

Élise asked. "The British guy you guys met in San Francisco?"

"Yes. Come on, now." JJ tries to reason with Prentiss. "You said it yourself; there's something about him."

"JJ, that's not the point."

"Well, are you gonna call him?"

"Maybe." Prentiss doubted.

JJ groans as she began laughing, "Emily."

"What's wrong with Mick Rawson?" Élise asked.

Prentiss starts listing the negatives, "Mick Rawson is an arrogant, oversexed, egotistical—"

"Hot British dude with a sexy accent, badge, and gun." JJ list the positives. "Just your type."

"Ugh." Prentiss still doubted.

JJ wonders, "You know what? I don't even get you sometimes."

"I know I don't either," Élise added.

"It wouldn't go anywhere." Prentiss thought.

JJ replies. "You don't know that."

"I know our work schedules."

"Ok, you know what? Will and I make it work" JJ points out.

Élise shows off her ring, "So do Spencer and me."

"Oh, no." JJ points to a Garcia, carrying mountains of bags in her arms.

An eager Garcia responds, "I know. I know. I know. Don't say it. But when you see what's in here... And it's not my fault. They were calling to me, I swear. And they were all on sale. And when you think about it, that means that I am helping the economy, which is more than I can say for you guys, 'cause no one else has bags."

"Yeah. Please tell me all of those aren't for my son." JJ worryingly asked.

"They're not." Garcia answers

"Good." A relieved JJ said.

Garcia shows off a tiny black bag, "This one is for Kevin."

Prentiss and JJ chuckled as Élise shakes her head in amusing disbelief.

"When Spencer and I have kids, please don't spoil them as much as you do with Henry." Élise pleads.

"What? It is my duty as a fairy godmother to spoil the child. And Henry is finally old enough to be fun when opening presents. I'm not taking them back. Give me my coffee and no one's gonna get hurt."

Prentiss has Garcia's drink, "Oh, uh, half-caf extra shot venti, 2-pump nonfat, Hold the whip caramel macchiato. Mm-hmm."

"Next stop, Xanadu." Garcia cheered before taking a sip.

JJ's cell phone rings. Answering it, "oh, wait. Uh... Xana-don't. Time to go to the BAU, ladies."

As Prentiss and Garcia sigh, "Well, that's enough fun for me for one night." Élise said.

"Maybe I should get a cat." Prentiss wonders.


"So, how was the bachelorette party?" Morgan asked JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia walking into the conference room.

As Prentiss took off her jacket, "Let's just say Élise has moves that would put you to shame."

"What kind of moves?" Reid speculated.

Garcia comments, "Moves where her hips don't nor would ever lie to you, Reid."

"I must have missed a really good time at the bachelorette party," Morgan smirked.

Prentiss sees Rossi walking into the conference room wearing a suit, "Whoa!"

"Sorry to ruin your night," Hotch said without looking at Rossi.

"What? Are you working on Wife #4?" Morgan smugly asked.

"I see you people way too much." Rossi dryly said. "How was the bachelor party?"

"We had a bowling party," Morgan complained before adding. "And Reid almost bored us to death about death by boredom."

"Well, then, I'm glad I wasn't there."

Hotch included, "I wanted Jack to come along and spend more time with me. And he struck his first strike."

"Well, then I kind of wish I was there." Rossi perked up.


Élise was all dressed up and getting ready for bed. Just after seeing Opal sleep in her playpen, Élise gets a call on her cell phone.

"Hello. And good night." She answered.

"Hello, my pretty princess."

Élise squealed. "Sweet brain! How are you?"

"We're okay. Hotch, Jack, Morgan and I had our bachelor party after picking out tuxedos. Jack and I score some strikes."

"Well, that's nice. Wish I was there, but I had a good time at my bachelorette party."

Reid lifted his eyebrow, "Speaking of which, what were the girls talking about some moves you had?"

"I'm keeping that secret until after the wedding." Élise whispers.

"Hmm-mmm. Anyway, the team and I have a case in Alaska; Garcia will be joining us. Wish you could join us."

"Maybe we can go back to Las Vegas a few days after you come home," Élise suggested.

"Wish reminds me, I need to get rid of my hair, so I don't hear Aunt Ethel's tongue lashing me about my hair."

Élise snickers. "That's true. Stay safe and warm. I love you."

"I love you too." Reid hung up.

"I'll always love you, baby." Morgan makes kissy faces at Reid.

Trying to ignore Morgan, "You are so miserable. Maybe that's why you're still single and I'm getting married."

As JJ's jaw dropped, Prentiss and Garcia began to snicker. Rossi just smirked and Hotch commented, "He got you there, Morgan."


After debriefing and working on a profile on the plane, the team was greeted by Deputy Flack and Sheriff Rhodes on the docks and told them they would be working out of the local tavern. As Morgan and Prentiss run into a local and speak to the person who saw the latest victim alive, Rossi and Reid met up the local coroner where Reid notes the post-mortem cuts on the latest victim.

After a long day, the team headed back to the hotel they were going to stay at.

"Now," Hotch began to make an announcement. "I advised the sheriff to state a curfew for the town."

"Well, that helps," Prentiss said.

"And we'll have to double up since they're only four rooms available."

"Well, I'm not sleeping with Reid." Morgan points out.

"Dibs." Garcia happily declares him.

"I'll room with Reid," Hotch offers. "Prentiss and JJ can share a room together."

"Cool."

"And Rossi, guess you'll be bunking by yourself."

"I do that at home."


"So, you're bunking with Hotch," A fascinated Élise calls in on Reid.

Reid chuckles, "I wish I was bunking with you right now but it's morning in DC."

"Don't you just love time zones?" Élise replies. "I better get going. Make sure you dream of me, okay?"

Élise flirtatiously replies, "I always dream of you. Love you."

"Love you too." Reid hung up.

"Are you okay, Spencer?" Hotch asked, noticing the down look on his face.

"I'm nervous, Hotch."

Hotch guessed, "Is it about the wedding?"

"Yeah."

"It'll be fine," Hotch assured him. "And besides, it's natural to be nervous. I remember when I was nervous when I married Haley."

"How did you cope with the anxiety?" Reid questioned.

"I wrote my wedding vows. I think I spent an entire night writing them, but the anxiety went away once I read them. When I saw Haley down the aisle with her father, I was nervous again. But then I thought about my vows and it went away again."

"You wrote your vows?" Reid asked.

"Do you need help with yours?"

"Definitely."


Later that night, the team stood over the body of another victim who was planning on leaving town. Noting the unsub sped up his body count, they soon concluded that the unsub developed an appetite for killing after the first accidentally killing and Reid speculates that the unsub taking the organs may have abandonment issues.

The team presents the profile to the team: an immature mid-late 20s male with abandonment issues and hunting skills.

After the team, especially Hotch, along with the sheriff, talked to some people, including those who are planning to leave town, some suspects, including the hotel manager's son, they concluded on the identity of the unsub.

Owen Porter.

A young home-schooled boy from an extremely violent household.


As Reid and Hotch approached the Porter household with the sheriff,

"So, what are we going to do when we get them?" Reid asked.

"Confront the bully and protect those who are too afraid to fight back." Hotch answered, "He's not going to stop pushing them around until someone stands up to him." Hotch knocks on the front door.

A husky but tall and dominated man answered the door,

"Mr. Porter, is your son at home?" Hotch asked.

He gruffly answers, "What's it to you?"

As Hotch pushed him out of the way, "Turn that off." Hotch tells the wife as Reid and Sheriff Rhodes searched the house for Owen.

"Did you know?"

"Don't know what you're talking about!" Mr. Porter curtly retorts.

"Not for sure." Mrs. Porter said, in a frightened tone with worried eyes. "Not until last night. He came home covered in blood."

"He's not here." Sheriff Rhodes said, coming into the living room. "But the window's open."

Hotch figured, "It's not the first time you've washed blood out of his clothes, is it?"

"Don't answer them, Martha!" Mr. Porter ordered her.

As Reid entered the living room, Hotch instructed Mr. Porter, "Sit down and shut up." To Mrs. Porter. "I promise he will not lay a hand on you again."


A few days later…

"Morning, baby," Élise was just cooking up some breakfast when Reid walks in, still in his sleepwear.

"Morning to you, too, babe." Reid gives her a peck on the cheek. Sniffing, "What's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes," Élise answered as she fixes a plate for Reid. "Want some of the Birch syrup you brought home from Alaska?"

"Yes, please."

"The syrup is actually quite tasty," Élise replies.

Reid asked back, "Is it almost as good as the Canadian syrup I got?"

"They're great in their own way." Élise fixes herself a plate. "I think it's great that Hotch stood up to the unsub's father. Give someone a taste of their own medicine."

"Hmm-mmm." Reid nods his head, chewing

"Want to look at the Alaska mountain photos?"

"Of course. And since we already have a photo album based on the places I've been with the team, would you like a wedding photo album as well?"

"Absolutely." Swallowing, "These pancakes are great!"

"Thanks, babe!"