It had been two months, one week, five days, and eleven hours since the deaths of Angelo Moravis' and Argon Csintalan. Two months, one week, five days, and eleven hours since my new wife had been put behind bars for the murder of the man who had taken everything from her. Since the day she had been arrested, she hadn't spoken much to anyone and wouldn't take her eyes off the two rings on her left hand. She ate when it was meal times and continued to take care of herself but the dark circles under her eyes showed that she hadn't slept well.

The only bit of joy that had come to me these past few weeks had been when the team flew out to see JJ, Will, Henry, and Michael, the newest addition of the LaMontagne family. He had been a precious sight and while the visit there had been pleasant, my mind constantly wandered back to the woman that I loved.

I braced myself as I walked into the prison where Trinity was held. I had finally given up on her talking to me after she refused to even turn and look at me when I came to visit. Instead, I observed her on the cameras that the prison had for almost an hour. She never seemed angry during the visits. She had once told me in the first few days that she knew what she did was wrong but that she wasn't sorry. That he had to die, not only for what he'd done but what he would do as well.

She'd started to say less and less until finally, we had gotten where the only sound that could be heard was the occasional noise from the camera as it scoped out the room. I was sitting in the office watching her camera when I felt another presence in the room.

"She still hasn't said a word?" Rossi asked as he took the seat next to me. The metal chair creaked softly as his weight settled into it and I noticed that his voice had the same exhausted tone as my own.

I breathed a small sigh of defeat before answering him, not confident that my voice wouldn't break. "She just stares at her wedding rings. It's almost as if she wants to tell me something so bad but... she doesn't know the words."

"She'll come around. Eventually." I looked over to Rossi and he gave me a reassuring smile. "After all, you don't have to be a profiler or a genius to know that she still loves you. It's written all over her."

I sighed again. "I just wish-"

"Dr. Reid?" A new voice asked. I turned around to see an older woman, her gray hair tied up in a bun, her blue scrubs a bit of a mess from her shift, and a clipboard in her hand. What was the most reassuring part of her was that she had a kind smile and gestured for me to follow her. "Mrs. Reid would like a word with you."

I got up without a second of hesitation. I gave an apologetic look to Rossi but he just yawned and gestured me to follow the nurse. I didn't need to ask him to know that he would be watching the cameras, to keep a watchful eye on us. For that, I was kind of grateful.

I followed the nurse out the door before asking: "Did she say what it was about? She... hasn't said much of anything to me in a while. Is everything okay?"

"Dear, she asked me simply to get you to her. I can't tell you any more than that." She cleared her throat softly before adding: "I will tell you that she is physically in excellent health. Parts of her heart are still healing but give it time.

She opened a door to one of the rooms where the prisoners met their guest in and I was relieved to see that it was just her standing there. That relief was gone when I saw her pacing back and forth across the room and biting her lip nervously.

The nurse seemed to sense my worry and put a gentle, old hand on my shoulder. "It'll be alright, dear."

I took a breath to steady myself before walking in, not turning to look back when I heard the door close. I had no fear of being harmed. Trinity and I loved each other more than words could explain but... that didn't make it any more comforting when she had that worried look in her beautiful eyes.

"Trinity, is everything okay?" I asked, breaking the silence and hopefully her pacing. It did the trick because she looked up at me with a few tears in her eyes but a soft smile on her face.

She didn't make a move to come closer to me other than shifting her body in my direction to face me. I didn't hesitate. I made my way across the room to her and wrapped her in my arms, desperate to feel her warmth and to hold her safely once again.

I wasn't sure how long we stood there. I'd always been able to pinpoint a moment to the exact second but holding her after she'd been through so much, it didn't matter. Time could stop with her in my arms and I wouldn't have it any other way.

The feeling of something dampening my collar was what pulled me back to reality. I pulled away just enough to wipe her tears away. She looked at me with tears freely falling down her face before saying: "I'm so sorry."

I smiled softly before brushing another tear away from her face with my thumb and saying: "I would have done the same thing in your position."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry for not speaking to you. I just wasn't sure what to say or how you would feel. After everything that's happened and after I've tried to be a better person, I killed someone. Right in front of you. Like the cold-blooded killer, I've tried so hard not to be."

We sank to our knees and I grabbed her hands so that we would be able to look into each other's eyes as I said: "You are not him. You are kind, fierce, beautiful, protective, and so much more. There isn't a dictionary large enough to help me explain just how wonderful you are. You are an amazing friend, daughter, teammate, and wife. None of that has changed."

She closed her eyes before taking a deep breath and exhaling softly. She looked up at me with uncertainty in her eyes before asking me the question that would change my life forever.

"What kind of mother would I be?"

*Hey everyone! So I know it's been a while since I posted. I'm actually not even sure if anyone is still following this story but in case anyone is, I wanted to give you guys a quick explanation for why I've been gone. I lost inspiration for this story for a while and have been trying to write a little bit at a time until I finally got inspired again. I also got engaged in July and have been trying to plan a wedding, find a home, and also find a new job in that time. My mom was also very sick and had to go through surgery and another family member was struggling with mental health at the time. I've currently started writing again because I tested positive for Covid today and while my symptoms aren't terrible, with everything going on and now the quarantine, my depression has been trying to creep up on me. Anyway... that being said, writing is what makes me happy. So let's give this another go :) Thank you for reading!