JJ and Garcia tried not to stare. They spoke little to Alexa, only questioning her about her son's case. They were civil with her, but couldn't help being tentative, afraid if they got too friendly, they'd be betraying Reid.

It was almost four when everything was ready for the presentation. Alexa slowly rose out of her chair, unable to stand the awkward silence anymore. "Excuse me," She said, pulling the girl's attention. "Could you tell me where the Ladies' Room is, please?"

"Oh, yes," Garcia cried, "Go out through the unit doors, go right, it's right down that corridor."

"Thank you," She said softly, and swiftly left the room. The girls watched her until she was out of sight of the door and both inadvertently let out sighs of relief.

"I've been biting my tongue so much today, I think I drew blood!" Garcia exclaimed.

"I know," JJ nodded, arranging the stack of files, ready to be given out to each member. "I'm afraid if I talk to her, I might like her."

"No problem for me!" Garcia corrected, booting up her laptop so she'd be ready when they got started. The sassy analyst was always prepared. "I despise her for every hypothetical and actual pain she's caused our sweet boy out there."

JJ let out a hum of a sigh. "I want to hate her... but I don't know her and I can't hate her for things she's done in her past to a person I didn't even know back then. That's not fair."

At that, Garcia looked to her in awe and wonder. "It's almost unnatural how kind you are, Sweetie. Most people would just side with her friend, but you always give people a chance."

"Don't nominate me for sainthood just yet." JJ said with a partially serious glance. "Her son is not much older than Henry. Just the thought of my little boy being missing for two minutes makes my head spin. The pain Alexa's in... I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, that's for sure."

With a nod, "You have a point... I hate the thought of any kid in danger."

"When you and Kevin have kids, you'll see it on a whole new level." She insisted.

"I guess if Reid were a father," Garcia said, turning to glance through the blinds at the young man in the bull pen, hunched over his desk to shut out the world, "he wouldn't be so reluctant to help her, even if it has been two months. Maybe he'll see it like you do someday, too."

With her back turned, she didn't see the amused smirk on JJ's face.

A few minutes later, the girls were joined by Emily. "Hey," She greeted pleasantly. "We almost ready to get started?"

"We're just waiting for the others." JJ said, handing her a file. "Where's Reid?"

"He's sitting at his desk, pretending he doesn't know what time it is." She explained taking a seat.

"Poor baby," Garcia tutted, looking on him sadly through the window again. "Let's try and make this quick and painless so he can get out of here."

"And we can get on with our weekend." Emily noted, flipping through the pages of the folder.

"Hmm," JJ hummed, "Is that a clue you've got something special planned this weekend?"

Before answering, she looked up and met JJ's eyes. Garcia's attention had returned to the room, listening with interest. Emily had missed this, chatting with the girls about her social life. Being with Morgan was the best thing that had ever happened to her, but keeping it a secret had it's downsides. Ones that were growing bigger each day. She was getting tired of keeping this secret and, more importantly, she was tired of lying to the two friends she told everything to.

"I might have a date." She said vaguely.

"With who?" Garcia cried. "Do we know him?"

"Do we know who, ladies?" Morgan said as he, too, came into the room.

"Oh, good, reinforcements." Garcia said. "We're just trying to figure out who the lovely Emily Prentiss is courting with this weekend. Any ideas, studly one?"

"It's no one!" Emily cried. She looked back at Morgan with an innocent smile. "Just this guy I know, he's kind of a moron, really nothing special. He's of no interest to you, trust me."

"Oh, I don't know, Prentiss." Morgan mentioned, attempting to casually take the seat a few spaces down from her. "Sounds like you don't really know the guy. Maybe he's the kind who appears like a caveman on the outside, but can completely rock your world if you give him the chance.'

"Yeah," She giggled, looking to her file. "I doubt it."

"Regardless, we expect details on Monday." JJ ordered with the flash of her eyes.

"You got it." Emily agreed. She secretly caught Morgan's eye and gave him a very different kind of smile. There were still some perks to keeping this quiet. She liked that there was a part of Morgan the others couldn't see, that belonged to only her. He quickly gave her a wink which sent butterflies in her stomach and the two looked away.

The atmosphere suddenly shifted as at last, Alexa returned from the restroom. She stopped short a moment at the two new faces in the room. "Oh, Alexa," JJ said, taking the initiative to be hospitable. "These are two members of our team, Agent Emily Prentiss."

Emily stood as she was presented, offering her hand to the young woman. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Hillman."

"You, too," She answered timidly. "Thank you for... your help."

"Well, we'll do everything we can." Emily assured. "I'm very sorry about your son."

"Thank you," She mumbled, a slight choke in her throat.

JJ quickly continued. "And this is SSA Derek Morgan, you remember him from this morning."

"Oh, yes," She said softly, going over to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you, Agent Morgan."

As was polite, Morgan got to his feet, but his attitude was much different from this morning. This time he looked to the middle aged woman very coldly. There was pure loathing in his face, his body rigid as he shook her hand.

"Mrs. Hillman," He muttered. "You and Reid go way back, I hear."

There was a catch in her throat, stopping her speech for a moment. "Y-yes... I take it he's... told you about me."

"A little." He answered. He dropped her hand like it was something covered in grim. He looked away like she was some lower species and reclaimed his seat. Alexa knew to steer clear of this man, greatful her seat was a good distance from him at the table.

Rossi joined them next, who introduced himself pleasantly and professionally to the woman. He grabbed a file and took the seat next to Emily, beginning to scan the information.

Next to join them was Riley, grabbing a seat at the table. "Hey, you made it back." Emily exclaimed.

"Yeah, I just had the one session today." She informed, situated her bag beside her, trying to ignore the growing dizziness trying to claim her. If she just kept pushing it away, she wouldn't get sick again. She could fight this off. She'd fought off sadistic serial killers, a virus should be a piece of cake. "I figured Spencer needed me here."

Her eyes landed on Alexa right across from her, watching her with apprehension. Riley gave her a nod of acknowledgement. "Nice to see you again." She said in a stiff tone.

"You too," Alexa meakly replied, looking away. She felt very outnumbered in this room, but then she didn't need all of Spencer's friends surrounding her to make her feel like this. She felt enough shame in her daily life for the choices she'd made.

"Thanks for coming, Parker, we could use the help." Morgan noted, stretching back in his chair. It was the end of the day on a Friday, his body wanted to get out of here and relax. "You're pretty good with children cases."

"Are you sure you're up to it, you still look pretty pale." Garcia mentioned.

"I'm... just a little nauseas, it'll pass." Riley waved it off, grabbing one of the files.

"How about I make you a ginger tea, it might help." JJ said, heading to the door. "It did wonders for me."

Riley didn't normally like tea, but she'd do almost anything to at least keep this at bay until she got home. "Wait... you mean you had this?"

She glanced back, thankful her smile didn't give her away. "Yeah... a couple of times. It was awhile ago, though. I'll be back."

That was curious, but Riley brushed it aside. "Where's Spencer, I didn't see him when I came in."

Emily looked out at the group of desks, surprised he'd disappeared. "He was there a second ago... maybe he's getting coffee."

"Yeah, probably trying to drown himself in the pot." Morgan mumbled. Riley shot him an annoyed look. This was going to be hard enough on Spencer, he didn't need everyone's comments and concerns plaguing him.

Hotch hurried in to join the others. "Oh, good, everyone's here." He mentioned, quickly fetching a file. "Are we ready to get started?"

"We're just waiting on Reid, sir." Garcia said. "And JJ's making Riley some tea."

"Tea?" He looked at her curiously. "Who died?"

"Ha ha, it's for my flu." She grumbled. She wanted to hurry this up and get home, probably almost as much as Spencer, whom she was starting to get worried about. Surely, if he were going sneak out and leave, he would have told her. At least sent her a text. She reached for her phone to check her messages again.

Moving around the table, Hotch spotted one of the few empty spots left. "May I sit here?" He asked Alexa kindly, surprising himself with the smile he gave her.

With all the negative energy around her, Alexa was grateful for his welcoming prescence. "Of course," She said, matching his kind expression. His seat was a bit too close to hers, but oddly she didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable. "I want to thank you, Agent Hotchner, for your help today. I can hardly get the time of day from the police, I'll never be able to thank you for your kindness."

"If there's anything else I can do for you, let me know." He said gently, and gave her shoulder a pat.

The others didn't take much stock in Hotch's gesture to the woman, but Riley knew him longer than the others. This friendly expression was more than odd, as was the way he locked eyes with her for a moment... and lingered for just a moment longer than natural.

No one was talking much, just little comments here and there. They were glad it was Friday, that it seemed bad rain was planned for the weekend, nothing more serious than that. They were anxious to get started, much more than the more serious time sensitive cases ensued.

It was almost ten minutes before JJ returned. "Look what I found," She cried as she came in. A few steps behind, Reid at last joined the others in the room.

"Hey," Rossi said, "We thought you made a break for the border."

"Couldn't, I didn't have the car." He replied without missing a beat. He walked over to the open seat beside Riley, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. He set steaming cup of ginger tea before her, sitting down. "Feeling better?"

"Uh..." She stuttered. "I'm doing okay."

She ran a loving hand through his hair, bringing a half smile to his face. "Alright, let's get this over with."

He chilled Alexa with a frosty glance, turning away quickly. If he could help this little boy, he would, but there was nothing he could do but bring his body home. He'd do everything possible here before sending her away with a request to never darken his doorstep again.

"I want everyone to realize, we're just reading over the evidence and making a partial profile." Hotch informed as he opened his folder. "We can't get involved in this case without the proper circumstance. Understood?"

Everyone nodded and replied in agreement. With that, JJ had the floor, everyone looking to her to start the presentation.

"Two months ago," She spoke firmly, "Peter Hillman, age six, was abducted from his suburban home in Las Vegas. There was no sign of forced entry on any entrance to the house, there was no call or contact from the kidnapper, and since then, there has been no sign of his body."

She pressed a few buttons on the remote and suddenly, Peter Hillman's smiling face appeared on the screen. Just like Henry, Peter greatly resembled his mother. Wavy blonde locks and sea green eyes, just as Alexa had said, but with the same smile and bright sparkle pupils Reid had remembered from all those years ago."

A stifled sob startled them. Alexa had begun to break down at the sight of her little boy illuminated before her. She struggled to keep her stability, one hand covering her mouth, the other gripping the edge of the table, her knuckles pure white. Reid forced himself to look away, hunching over so his only focus was on the file.

Clearing her throat, JJ continued, "The last person to see or speak to Peter was his six-year-old twin sister, Penny. His parents say the two children were put to bed at 8 o'clock. Penny woke at her usual time the next morning, but when his mother came to rise him for school at 7:30, she discovered he was missing. After a quick sweep of the house and the neighborhood, they contacted the local authorities."

"Peter's a twin," Morgan mentioned. "That could be a reason why he was targeted."

"Normally when an unsub targets twins, he'll take them both at the same time, or one and then return for the other." Emily explained. "After all this time, he hasn't returned. Have you noticed anyone hanging around your home, or possibly showing up in places you usually visit?"

Alexa took a moment to answer, shaking her head. "No, the house was under survellliance for a long time, but the cops found nothing... I haven't seen anyone suspcious follow me."

"What about your other children?" Hotch asked.

"I..." She thought for a moment. "I don't know."

"Have you even thought to ask them?" Reid wondered, looking up, his gaze on her was heavy and hard. Even in her state of distress, he couldn't help but feel the anger and bitterness in his stomach again, growing through his body like ivy vines.

Looking up, she said sternly. "You don't think the police interrogated my daughters, Spencer? They don't know anything."

Rossi spoke up next, bringing an abrupt end to a possible fight. "Garcia, look up in the Las Vegas area, see if there's any similar cases of small boys or boys of twins being kidnapped within the last six months."

"Right away, sir." She answered, speedily typing.

"Unless there is at least two other victims, we can't consider this a serial killer." Morgan said. "It could just be a first time offense."

"In a case like this, however, if he struck once, he will strike again." Hotch corrected. "And if Peter is his first, more than likely he hasn't perfected his MO, someone disorganized would be a lot easier to track down."

JJ reclaimed her seat, her part of the briefing just about finished. "Should we contact the Las Vegas police or field office to put them on alert?"

"We don't have any proof, just a theory." Hotch said. "They'll take our information, but they won't start an investigation without more hard evidence."

"Which means another body." Emily specified solemnly.

"There must be something we can do." Riley exclaimed. "If you know another child is going to be sacrificed, you have to find a way to stop it."

"We can't just go to Vegas and start an investigation." Reid exclaimed. "It's horrible, yes, but it's important to keep the trust of local authorities. If the word got out we were taking over a case without any following protocol, no one would invite us anymore. Then we'd all be out of a job."

That was not Reid. She knew her husband and if there was a case they needed to get involved with, he would immediately brainstorm to find a way, especially if it involved protecting children. He was so determined not to help this woman, it was actually repulsive. Once he came to his senses, he was going to hate himself, she knew, but there was no reasoning with him now.

"There is a loop hole," Hotch announced unexpectedly.

The entire room looked to him with surprised interest. Not that Hotch wasn't helpful, but he followed the rules, he waited for a specific invitation and, while he cared about children, he knew there were serious cases that needed their attention over a hypothetical one.

"What?" JJ asked.

"It's not specifically in the rule book," He began, closing the file and folding his hands, "but, it is understood that if a case is connected personally to one it's agents... we can intervene, no questions asked."

Reid almost jumped out of his chair. He wanted to run out of this room out the bull pen and the whole way home on foot. He knew what was coming and it made his insides burn like he swallowed antifreeze.

"How are we going to do that?" Emily asked.

"Well," He said slowly, and at last his dark eyes looked up, searching for his target. "Reid... you know Alexa personally, you could make the claim."

At once, he began to argue his case. "She and I haven't spoken in twenty years, and even before that we barely knew each other."

"You don't have to pretend you know each other's life histories, Reid." Rossi assured. "You just need proof you knew her before this. You're word is good enough."

Reid stood at a crossroads. If he agreed, Alexa Lisbon would win once again, and if he denied... he would be a monster. Either decision made him feel sick.

Across the table, he met Alexa's gaze. The sea green was pleading with him, begging him to help her. It felt like he was standing on the ledge of a cliff and she was gripping it with just the tips of her fingers, begging Reid to pull her back to solid ground. An evil was starting to grow inside him and he was beginning to relish the thought of pushing her into the abyss... of saying no. And she would never have that which she most longed for.

As he began to form the word, however, a soft warmth took his hand underneath the table. He couldn't be a monster in front of her. Looking away, he fell into the rich brown pools of her eyes. She was pleading with him, too, to speak up. He had the power to help, he had to do it. Not for Alexa's sake of her son's... but for his.

His eyes still on Riley, he let out an annoyed sigh. "Alright... I'll do it."

"Okay," Hotch informed. "No point in wasting time. I know it's Friday, but it's best we get on this as soon as possible. If anyone has an obligation or objection, you're not required to come, but we would appreciate the help."

"I'll be there." JJ announced first. "I'll call the Vegas authorities, explain the situation and tell them to expect us."

"Very well," Hotch informed. "Everyone, go home and pack, and be back in about an hour."

The others agreed and hurriedly left the conference room. All but one, however. Reid remained in his seat, trying to make sense of what just happened.

He didn't realize two other women were still in the room with him, the most loved and most hated ones in his life. Alexa stood with fear on the side of the room, wanting desperately to say something to him, to thank him for all he was doing to help her... but she couldn't speak.

"Spencer," Riley said, brushing his shoulder. She managed to pull his attention to her and gave him a warm smile. "Are you ready to go?"

"Uh..." He couldn't believe he was doing this. He wanted to run... at difficult times, he often thought how comforting it would be to run home to Vegas, just surround himself with the familiarity of his home city... but even that was taken from him this time.

"I still have a ton of paper work to do." He said with a shrug. "I didn't get much done today."

"Okay," Riley said softly. "How about I go home and pack and I'll meet you back here? And I'll bring you some dinner."

He couldn't get his brain to work. He wanted to protest, to tell her the others could go if they wished, but they weren't going. She was his wife and had to support him, but he couldn't begin to form an arugement. All he could say was "Okay."

With a gentle smile, she leaned down and pressed kiss on his cheek. She reached to wrap her arm around his chest, pulling him into a hug. "I'm really proud of you."

"You shouldn't be." He mumbled, but Riley didn't buy it. She squeezed him tight, breathing in the smell of roses, which was mixed with a hint of apples and ginger now. It was new, but he liked it. Riley placed another kiss on the top of his head before leaving the room.

Reid was not alone, face to face with her. She still looked like she was about to say something, looking like a fish out of water, her mouth opening and closing, over and over.

"What?" He demanded, glaring at her.

She shuddered at his yell. "Nothing," She mumbled, and with that, Alexa speedily hurried out, leaving Reid to his very disturbed thoughts.

An hour passed much too soon. The others returned in time, each with a go bag packed with enough clothes for the weekend. Hopefully by Monday, they'd be home. Since this was voluntary, they knew they wouldn't get any time off for this, yet no one complained. Reid would never stop owing these people.

Emily and Morgan returned together. "Sorry I ruined your weekend, guys." Reid muttered.

"It's cool, Reid," Morgan said. Perhaps it was his imagination, but Reid could hear a strain in his voice.

"I'll grab us some coffee, it might be awhile before we get to bed tonight." Emily said, setting her bag on her desk. She looked Morgan up and down, his sudden weakness not lost on her, either. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired." He assured, easing himself into a seat. "Could you just get me some water, Prentiss?"

"Sure," She said, evidently worried. There was hardly anyone left in the unit for the day, and with the lack of detection, she gently brushed his shoulder as she headed to the break room.

"You know, you really don't look so good." Reid said, lowering his voice.

"Thanks, you know, you're not exactly a J Crew model yourself." Morgan grumbled.

"I mean you look sick, do you have the flu, too?" He wondered.

To be honest, Morgan wasn't sure. What kind of flu stuck around for a month, he'd like to know. But with a brave face, he gave a shrug. "Yeah, but it'll pass. I'll be alright."

"If you don't feel well, you should stay home." Reid insisted.

"I'm fine!" Morgan pressed, "I've worked while sick before, I'll manage. And don't you say a word to Prentiss, she'll go into Overprotective Girlfriend mode. Like when I had strep in December."

Reid laughed a little, "You can pretend all you want that it was a burden, but you loved it. You love having someone take care of you when you're sick. Admit it."

The slight paleness in his face mixed with a light blush, but he hid it quickly. "If I wanted that kind of attention, I'd go home so my mom could take care of me... but Prentiss does make great chicken soup."

Reid grinned, "You love her."

"What?" Morgan groaned. "You got that from chicken soup?"

"You are in love with her." He laughed. "Have you told her?"

Morgan hesitated. No, he'd never said it, but that was because, just as when they became an official couple, he wasn't sure how she'd respond. He was too afraid of losing her. "She knows how I feel."

Perplexed, "How do you know that if you never told her?"

"It's just three little words, saying them doesn't mean anything more than the actual feelings." Morgan said with a shrug. He didn't want to discuss this right now, not when he was starting to feel horrible again.

"Saying them means everything." Reid argued. "At least that's what I think."

"Believe it or not, kid, you and I think very differently about a lot of things. Just because you're married doesn't give you the right to give me relationship advice."

"Alright, I'll back off," He said. "But let me say one more thing. If you do love her... you need to tell her. If you care about her, you should be certain she knows, even if you only say it once. Do you know how many times I've told Riley I love her?"

With a roll of his eyes. "7.6 billions times?"

"Maybe," Reid answered. "I don't know. I've said it so many times, I've lost count. I lose count."

Their conversation came to an end at that moment as Emily returned with two coffees and a water. They sat and chatted pleasantly in the bull pen, waiting for the others to arrive.

It was a nice distraction for awhile, but it wasn't long before Reid's thoughts returned to his current delimma. The closer the end of the hour crept up on him the more desperate he was to run. He wasn't even listening anymore, so absentminded, he jumped when a hand fell on his shoulder.

"Hey," Riley exclaimed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

With a calming breath, Reid got to his feet. He placed a kiss on Riley's cheek, not really what to say. About anything. His stomach twisted at the sight of the two duffle bags in her hand.

Rossi and Hotch joined the group in the bull pen as they stood in wait, everyone changed into something more comfortable. It was nice to see the whole group a little more relaxed, even Riley wore her jeans and a Harvard sweatshirt. JJ and Garcia arrived in tired, but cheerful moods, JJ revealing a cute story about something Joey did that morning at breakfast.

The unit was silent except for their chatting, so the ding of the elevator alerted them of the last arrival. Alexa had returned just after the hour mark, having to go back into the city to get to her hotel and pack all her belongings. She had changed as well, looking a bit more presentable.

"I'm sorry I'm late." She informed everyone as she stepped in. "I uh... I had to call my husband and tell him what's going on. He's going to meet us at the police station tomorrow morning."

John Hillman was going to be there. Reid, who'd been clutching Riley's hand, squeezed it in a vice grip without even realizing it.

"We'll probably need to speak to your daughters in the investigation, it's important they join him." Hotch informed.

"But the police already spoke to them." Alexa said.

"They only questioned them about your son's disappearance. The questions we'll ask are different and a bit more personal, but it's necessary to create a profiler." Emily explained.

"Oh," Alexa muttered. "Well, then I'll call my sister-in-law in the morning, John told me he couldn't handle the girls so she and her husband are watching them."

Reid felt a cold shiver go down his spine. This could not be happening. "Who's your sister-in-law?" He asked through gritted teeth, praying there was another Hillman sister he didn't know about.

With trepidation, Alexa met his gaze and answered swiftly. "Harper Hillman... she's Harper Bundle now."

That was it. Reid quickly dropped his wife's hand and backed away from the team. He needed distance right. "I..." was all he managed to get out. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration before taking off. He wanted to leave the unit, but he'd have to cross through the bull pen to do it. Instead, he headed up the steps behind him to catwalk, hurrying to seek solace in the only room he could escape in. The conference room.

He sat in the darkness, not bothering to draw the blinds. Maybe they couldn't do this without him, but either way he wasn't going now. Reid had more self respect than to put himself through this. He couldn't face them, not all of them together, after everything they'd put him through.

A light slowly began to spill in the room as the door was gently opened. "Hey," a gentle voice said behind him. Not even her presence could comfort him right now, though he'd take her over the rest of them.

Riley closed the door, flipping on the light to give their eyes a rest. She went over to take the seat beside him at the table, swiveling a bit so as to face him.

"What's going on?" She asked, reaching for his hand.

He didn't pull away, thankfully. He gave her a light squeeze in return, his attention still focused on the table. "I can't do this."

"Harper Hillman..." She repeated. "She sounds familiar."

"She was Alexa's best friend in high school." Reid explained. "Now her sister-in-law... she tortured me almost as much as her brother... she was the one who met me in the library the day I..." He shook his head, let out a deep breath. She could hear the tears in his throat. "I still can't believe I was that stupid, I never should have listened to her."

"I know, Baby," Riley soothed, her other hand stroking his arm. "Believe me, I don't want you to go through this... but Alexa is just trying to find her son. She's not interested in making your life miserable again, in fact she came here to eat crow and ask for your help. Don't you think the others will be the same way."

"No," Reid snapped, looking away. "I don't want to do this, I can't put myself through this again, even if it's just for a few days. What they did to me... I never got over that, and you want me to go through it again?"

He was being difficult; stubborn as usual. But, one reason why they were so perfect for each other, Riley was just as stubborn. "It's been twenty years, Spencer. Don't you think maybe they've changed. It seems to me Alexa isn't concerned with insulting you or hurting you... the others will probably be the same way."

"Well, we are not going to find out." Reid said, getting to his feet. He was agitated and needed to pace. "The others can go if they want, but we are staying here."

Riley swivled to the other side to see him. "Spencer, I'm going."

Her statement was plain and serious, not in the least way asking for permission. Reid turned to stare at her intently. "No you're not."

"And why is that?" She asked. She, too, got to her feet, her arms crossing over her chest.

"Because I said so." He ordered.

"Oh, you better come up with a better reason than that." Riley chuckled, slightly annoyed.

"I'm not going, that should be a good enough reason." Reid said, as if it were obvious. He was also fully aware his team was watching them down below, no doubt able to tell they were fighting. "That's the whole point of a marriage, Riley, you're supposed to support me no matter what."

"I do support you." Riley corrected. "I know this is hard for you, but this isn't about you and the people who bullied you, this is about a little boy who was taken from his family, who was robbed of an entire life and a bunch of other boys who will suffer the same fate if this unsub isn't caught. You're one of the best investigators in the country, how can your personal problems outweigh a child's life?"

"The team is fully capable of doing this without us." He said, his tone getting deadly and calm. "We don't need to go. You are not going."

"I am going," She corrected. "And so are you."

"Riley-"

"Look!" Riley screamed, she'd had enough of this. Yelling was making her lightheaded and she knew the coming change in altitude was not going to help. "We both know you're going to do it, because you're not a jerk! So you have two options, Spencer, you can either sulk here for half a day and then join us in Vegas, or you can save us all time and sulk on the plane!"

And with that, Riley whipped around and hurried out of the room. Reid was left to his thoughts. He hated everything about this situation. And the fact that he knew she was absolutely right, he hated most of all.