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This chapter takes place sometime after the previous chapter.

"Wowza, Spencer," Élise was simultaneously browsing through some real estate listing websites with Reid. Isaac was napping, and Séraphine was playing with Opal in the great room. "I swear, the D.C. metro area has some of the most beautiful houses I've seen in a long time."

Reid looked through some of the houses on the screen. "Let's hope we don't get a massive-sized house."

"I know, but living in one would make me feel like a member of the Carrington family from Dynasty," Élise cheekily smiled.

Reid broke out in snickers and pinched between his eyes. "So, what? You want us to dress up in fancy suits and dresses and slap each other around over money and power?"

"No, of course not," Élise playfully tapped his arm. "Hopefully…"

"Élise…"

Élise giggled.

Reid was at his desk in the bullpen, thoroughly looking at good real estate brokers around the D.C. area. Rossi had just walked out of his office and spotted Reid. Squinting his eyes and lowering his brows a bit at what the agent was going, he walked down the steps and took Reid's desk side.

Reid soon noticed Rossi and acknowledged his presence, "Hey, Rossi."

"Hello, Reid." Rossi curiously looked at the computer screen and some real estate magazines that were just casually sitting on his desk. He deduced, "Are you and Élise looking to move?"

Reid answered, "Actually, we are." He leaned back in his chair, "Élise and I talked about it for eight days ago. And while we love the place we're renting from Morgan, we figured now would be a good time to find a new home."

Rossi tapped on his coffee mug, "Have you given any thought to where you and Élise would want to live?"

"Definitely around the metro area," responded Reid, still looking at some of the magazines featuring the best brokers.

"Ah," Rossi nodded after taking a sip. "So, places like Great Falls, Bethesda, Potomac, Chevy Chase, McLean?"

Reid answered straightforwardly, "Yeah."

"Oh." Rossi sounded intrigued. "Well, then. I know the perfect person who can help you."

Reid wondered, "Who?"

"Ophelia Alexis."

Reid joked, "Is she one of your secret ex-wives?"

"Ha-ha, no," Rossi sarcastically retorted. "She's a broker with Howard Norwood Realty and one of the best in D.C.; she even sold me my mansion. And she's the wife of Supervisory Special Agent Armand Seymour, so Garcia doesn't have to do any off-the-desk research on her.

Reid chuckled as he knew Garcia's usual tendency to "research" or "dig up info" about people outside the team. He still remembered though eidetic memory can never make him forget anything, at what she did with Seaver, Blake, and even Élise before Morgan blabbed.

Rossi continued, "Most people don't know she's married to him because of his line of work. I can give you her number, and perhaps you can call her when you get the chance."

"Mmm-hmm," Reid took a moment to think. "Okay. Thank you again, Rossi."

Rossi tapped Reid's shoulder before walking back to his own office with a smirk. "Anytime, Spencer."

"Mmm…" Élise stared at her reflection in the floor-length mirror as she came out of the dressing room, wearing a black blazer pantsuit. She needed some new clothes since she donated most of her old clothes and was still in post-pregnancy mode with her body; Maeve joined her. "I don't know about this outfit."

"Oh, come in, Élise," Maeve gave her opinion. "I think it looks nice on you." She called out for a sales associate acquaintance of Élise's. "Excuse me, Cora." The average-height woman with dark hair and eyes walked over to the ladies. "What do you think of this outfit?"

Cora expressed her opinion, "I like it. What is it you don't like about it?"

Élise sighed as she shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe it's just me."

"Come on, Élise," Maeve tried to perk her up. "It looks nice on you. You should buy it."

Though Élise was still unsure about the outfit, she decided to get it. She and Maeve looked around for a few more minutes before leaving to get something to eat.

"Élise!" Maeve exclaimed as she saw Élise taking a coffee cup sample while they visited their favorite hangout place.

A guilty-looking Élise widened her eyes and tightened her mouth. Licking her lips, "I'm desperate, Maeve." She whined, "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," Maeve gently took the cup from Élise's hand and put it back on the sample table. Walking Élise away from it, Maeve sensed Élise was looking at it, "Élise…"

"Drinking coffee while nursing is not technically bad, Maeve," Élise replied. "You can't stand between me and my caffeine."

Maeve jested. "Oh, I can think of a few things." She and Élise got in line and looked at the window display and what they might like to eat. "Oh! I think I'll have a vegetable panini, a poppy seed muffin, and a green tea, please." She playfully elbowed Élise's arm and asked her, "What do you want, Élise?"

Élise bit on her fingernail, hesitating about what she could want. "Maybe I'll have a tomato Caprese. Uh…a frozen fruit cup." She scratched her head. "And, uh…a bottled spring water, please."

Maeve patted her shoulder and asked, "Hey, you okay, Lise?"

Élise shook her head and cleared her head. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Rossi gave me the number to a great real estate broker in the D.C. area," Reid sat on the edge of the bed, getting ready for bed.

Élise laid back in bed with the comforters over most of her body and her fingers crossed. "Mmm-hmm."

"I gave her a call earlier today, and she said she would be more than happy to help us out."

"Mmm-hmm."

Reid turned to see Élise looking at the ceiling and sounded droned and uninterested. Come to think of it. She's been this way since they came home, had dinner, and tucked Séraphine and Isaac to bed ten minutes ago. "And maybe she can help us free all the animals at the Smithsonian Zoo."

"Yeah, maybe," Élise breathed.

Reid cuddled closed to Élise in bed. "What's wrong, Lise?"

Élise suddenly burst into tears and collapsed into Reid's arms. "Oh, Lise. I'm here for you."

Reid and Élise talked and listened to each other for about thirty minutes and fifteen seconds.

"It's okay that you feel that way," Reid stroked his fingers through Élise's hair and wiped her tear-stained face. "There's no shame."

Élise sighed heavily, "I know. I know." She scratched the base of her eyebrow and sighed again. "It's never easy to talk about how you're feeling on the inside. Even when I was a kid, I…" She shook her shoulders and pursed her mouth. "Never talked. I get it from my dad."

"As I said, there's so shame," said Reid. He was kissing her forehead. "Let's have more of these talks, including with the doctor, no matter how last or early is it, even if it's about the little things. Okay?"

Élise smirked, "Okay." She kissed his back. "I love you."

"Mama!" babbled Séraphine.

"Good morning, my loves," Élise chipperly greeted Reid as he walked into the kitchen with Séraphine and Isaac; Opal trailed behind them. "Have a seat. Have a seat."

Reid smirked, "Someone's happy this morning."

Élise gave everyone their breakfast plates. For Reid and Élise, herself: two whole-grain Belgian waffles, two fried eggs with cheddar cheese, two bacon strips, and frozen berries to the side. Séraphine: oatmeal made with milk and frozen berries. And Opal: her favorite dog food with some leftovers from the previous night.

"Ah," Élise lightly sighed as she sat down next to Reid. She inhaled and exhaled, "I'm loving life right now." Élise opened her arms out, and Reid gave her Isaac. "Hey there, little guy. How are you feeling?"

Isaac gurgled and cooed, making Élise grin.

"How about you, Opal?" asked Élise.

Opal barked in response after taking a break from eating, walked over to Élise, and cuddled her arms.

"Oh," Élise stroked her fur. "We love you, Opie."

"Okay," Élise crashed on the couch and next to Reid. "Fifi and Ziggy are napping, so we have about an hour and change to ourselves. "What do you want to do?"

"As much as I would like to do what you're thinking right now, I think it's best if we write down what we want in our new home." Reid sensed Élise wanted to do something naughty just by her sparkling and batting eyes and coy smile. Chuckling and then whispered in her ear, "Maybe if you're a good girl…"

Élise giggled, kissed his palms a couple of times, and patted his knees before getting serious. Waving her palm over her face to cool herself, "I'm good now." She picked up her tablet from the coffee table, logged in, and clicked on a few links. "Now. What is it do we want in our new house?"

"Definitely, we need a kitchen, dining and living rooms, bedrooms, and bathroom," Reid listed the obvious.

Élise replied, "Of course, Dr. Obvious." A suddenly curious Élise had to ask, "What's the difference between the living room, family room, and den?"

Reid explained, "In definition terms, the living room is for relaxing and socializing. The family room is for family and guests to gather and is often adjacent to the kitchen and can lead to a deck, garden, or terrace. And a den is a small room where people don't want to be interrupted."

"So, I take it that our library will be your version of a den?"

Reid chuckled again and changed the topic. "Home office. How about a built-in gym in our home?"

"I'd like that," Élise approved. "A playroom for the children."

Reid nodded. "That's a good thing. Guest room?"

"Mmm…" Élise cocked her head and pursed her mouth. "Maybe a guest house. Give our families some sense of privacy. A basement?"

Reid responded, "Just as long as it's not a walkout and it's finished."

Élise waved her hand. "Absolutely. I don't know why, but they freak me out a bit." Élise looked over the exterior features sections. "Patio?"

"We'll have to childproof it, but that be interesting to have a patio," said Reid. "Pool?"

"How about an outdoor pool? Indoor pools…" Élise frantically shook her head. "I just can't help but worry about the thought of something happening..."

"I get it." Reid patted her knee, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "I get it." Moving onto another amentia concern. "How would you feel about living in a gated community?" He uneasily asked, knowing the case from nearly two years ago involving a man murdering omen within the gated community he lived in, including his wife, who killed her to throw the suspicion off him.

Élise twisted her mouth, and her eyes wandered. "Well, considering our careers, especially with me being a D.C. Circuit Judge, maybe it's best. And besides…" Élise tugged herself closer to Reid. "With you in the neighborhood, I already feel safe."

Reid liked where this was going. His mouth already formed into a lopsided grin, "Someone's trying to prove she's been a good girl." The two began making out, placing the tablet aside and wrapping his arms around Élise; the two began making out.

On their way to meet their realtor, Ms. Alexis, Reid, and Élise pulled their car up on the tar and chip circular driveway. When they arrived at the destination, there was a petite-looking woman with fair skin and cream blonde hair, dressed in a chain printed midi dress and heels, standing in front of the door of a large white stone house.

As they stepped out of the car, the woman greeted them. "Hello, you two. A pleasure to meet you in person."

Élise held her hand out, "Hello, Ophelia." Élise waved to Reid, who waved back to her. "My husband, Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Reid," Ophelia waved back to him. "According to my husband, your reputation precedes you around the Bureau, along with the no-hand-shaking." She held her portfolio book closer to her.

Reid nodded. "Yes, it does."

Ophelia chuckled a bit before opening the front door for them and allowed them in after she took a step. "Here we are."

Revealing to them was the cool-color panel palette with a curved staircase, a couple of painting with dark wooden picture frames, and hanging accents.

"Mmm…" Élise pouted her mouth. "It's nice."

Ophelia smirked and pointed to the different rooms. "On the left is the dining room," They peeked inside and saw the fourteen-seat dining table with two small chandeliers, floor-length rug, and a minibar and tables. "And here is the living room." They stepped inside the gracious living room. "Pretty."

Ophelia suggested, "If you do like the furniture, it would be best if you keep the furniture negotiations separate from the purchase and sale agreement."

Élise smirked, "Okay."

"Actually, did you know that cool colors tend to have a calming effect?" said Reid as he wandered around the living room. "In fact, the best colors for the living room are green, gray, blue, beige, and black."

Ophelia replied, "Well, that's the purpose of a living room. You have a right to feel calm and relaxed in your own home."

"Absolutely," Élise agreed before everyone strolled into the eat-in kitchen. "Oooh! Nice kitchen."

Ophelia gave them the facts, "Stainless steel appliances. Quartz counters. A cute little island." She waved to the pantry before showing them the eight-seated breakfast and warm and cozy-looking recreation room. "And here, you can kick off your shoes and relax and enjoy."

Soon, Ophelia showed them the basement and a few more rooms before she led them upstairs, and she showed them the bedrooms and now the master bedroom.

"Ah," Élise gazed at the plush Queen-sized bed. "Mmm. This looks good and cozy."

Reid looked inside the bathroom for about thirty-three seconds before meeting the women back in the bedroom. "The bathroom reminds us of one of the bathrooms during our honeymoon stay."

Élise blushed.

"Now, this is my kind of library," Reid adored the dark-paneled library with the detailed shelves, fireplace, desk, and antique-looking chair. "If I could, I would live in here."

"We're just visiting the house, Spen." Élise amusingly reminded him.

Everyone returned to the driveway after Ophelia showed them the backyard. It consisted of a swimming pool, pergola, terraces for outdoor dining and entertaining, the detached guest/pool, garages, and gated motor court.

"Wow," Élise felt exhausted after getting to see the house with Reid. "This is the first house seen, and it's already at the top of the list."

"Still, we would like to explore more options and house," said Reid.

"Understandable." Ophelia bowed. "It's always good to explore more options because you never know what you see, and it just might be the one you want."

Élise gratefully shook Ophelia's hand, "Again, thank you so much, Ophelia."

Reid added, "A pleasure, really."

"Anytime," Ophelia smiled. "The real estate market in the fall in D.C. metropolitan area can get busy, but there are definitely lots of houses to see and still get a good deal. Even if I'll be busy throughout most of September, if there's any house you're interested in, give me a call, even if I'll be busy, okay?"

"Okay," Élise waved to her as she and Reid got in their car and drove off. "Goodbye."

Ophelia waved back, "Buh-bye."

Reid was in bed, reading Realtor Magazine, when Élise walked in, stretching and covering her mouth as she yawned. Crawling in bed next to him, "I swear, sometimes our children is like yin and yang. Ziggy was lights out, but Fifi is like a little ninja."

Reid chuckled. "Fifi, a little ninja?"

"Did you give her refined sugar before bed?" Élise pursed her mouth and tilted her head.

"How can I when we all had the same dinner and dessert?" Reid retorted and raised his eyebrow back.

Élise still had her mouth pouted and thought about it. "Maybe she's naturally energetic." Tucking the covers under her, she sighed, "Ah. I can't believe my maternity leave is up, and I go back to work on Monday."

"How have you been feeling since our talking?" Reid wrapped his arm around Élise and placed his chin over her head.

Élise sighed again. "I'm good. I felt so good to get it all out."

"There's never any shame to talking," Reid breathed.

"Yeah."