A/N: Hello again, everyone!

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

"Morning, Spencer," Élise said to Reid as she was fixing up some breakfast. Anastasia was eating a fruit and yogurt parfait. She almost got distracted when she saw him dressed in a red V-neck cardigan sweater with black detailing over a white patterned dress shirt, tie, charcoal-gray-black dress pants, and belt and dress shoes. Élise successfully tried to keep her jaw from dropping; she thought he looked so chic.

"Morning to you, Élise." Reid greeted her back before kissing the top of Anastasia's head. "Morning to you as well." Anastasia still didn't look but instead startled a bit before eating again.

Élise said before seeing Reid rub his head. "Still having those headaches and migraines?"

"A bit, yeah," Reid admitted as he sat down. "Hopefully, they'll pass."

Élise placed a small bowl in front of him, "I made some quinoa for you with some non-citrus berries, almonds, and cinnamon."

"Thanks." Reid thanked her before eating. "It's quite good."

"Thanks, and no problem. Make sure you get some diluted essential oil like peppermint, rosemary, lavender or even eucalyptus or frankincense and use it before you leave; that helps with headaches and migraines as well. Also, make sure you also take equal doses of Riboflavin and Magnesium as well as shots of E2." Reid turned to look at her. "I just read an online article about headaches and migraines."

"You did?"

"I found one about what causes them, what triggers them."

"Do you have the article?" Reid asked.

"I think I could..." Élise answered before Reid's phone started to vibrate. Looking at his phone,

"We got a case," Reid said, almost done with his breakfast. "It's a local case here in DC."

"So, you'll be close by, right?" Élise asked as she started to feed Anastasia the last of her breakfast and grabbed Reid's finished breakfast bowl before she started to clean up.

"Yeah," Reid said as he observed his daughter. He walked over to her and placed her noise-canceling headphones over her ears. Walking over to Élise as she was washing the dishes,

"Are you okay?" Élise asked as she was wiping her hands before observing Anastasia with him. "Yeah. I worry about her, too, you know? When was the last time she spoke?"

"Three months, one week, and five days ago," Reid admitted. "Maybe I should take a sick day."

"Don't worry. I got her."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." Élise tries to assure Reid. "We'll be fine."

"Because you have two guns?" Reid joked with her.

"Well, there's that and you have to save the world. D.C., at least. I can take care of her. You and the team go be the superheroes you are and stop the next Unsub." Élise said as she grabbed Reid's bag for him.

"Okay." He gives Anastasia another kiss, noticing again that she was startled and didn't look at him. "Be good for Élise, okay? Love you." He gives Élise a fist bump. "Later."

"Later." Élise said.

Prentiss starts off by presenting the crime scene pictures and details about body parts being sent to six different locations in the Washington metropolitan area before everyone split up.

"Hey, Reid," Élise greeted him, rocking a sleepy Anastasia in her arms, before noticing the down look on his face, "You didn't catch him, huh?"

He shook his head. "He played us."

"You'll get him." Élise tries to cheer him up. "There's always tomorrow. You want to tuck her in tonight?"

"Please." Reid agreed, taking Anastasia from Élise's arms. "Watch her head. Thanks."

"You want some tea?"

"Yes, please."

"I'll make some tea."

The next morning, the team learned that there were more body parts delivered to four more women.

"Hey Élise," Reid decided to give her as he was on his way to help Garcia.

"Hey to you, too." She greeted him back. "I was just about to call you."

"What's wrong?" Reid asked as he noticed she was slightly out of breath. "You sound exhausted."

Élise took a sigh, "Anastasia…just…had a bit of a meltdown."

"What?"

"It was just for a couple of minutes," Élise assures him.

Reid tried to calm himself down, "Just…what happened?"

"When I turned on the television, I accidentally turned up the volume and Anastasia started to cover her eyes and scream and went to a corner, rocking. Then, she started to hit herself…."

Worrying Reid, he slightly collapsed against the wall, "Did she hurt herself?"

"I stopped her and calmed her down before she could really hurt herself any further. I used some of the essential oils to scent the place up a bit. She's resting now."

Patting his chest, "Oh, well, that's good. that's good, but I'll be late again tonight."

"I'll wait up for you. Try and focus on the case, okay? Let's talk more when you get home."

"I'll try. Later."

"Later." After hanging up, he just had to take a seat and take a deep breath. This wasn't the first time Anastasia had a meltdown, at least not one in public. And at least she didn't hurt herself too much. He can't help but worry, but at the same time, he needs to put that to the side and help find the Unsub before he does anything else.

Soon, after the case was done, almost everyone gathered around as Rossi began to tell stories and watched on the television news that read 'D.C. Serial Killer in Custody.' as the headline.

Rossi started to tell his story, "You know, it was about 20 years ago. I was having dinner with Jason Gideon, and I told him I was thinking about leaving the BAU, maybe write a book, you know, about our work. But he cautioned me."

"About what?" Asked Tara.

Rossi answered, "About whether or not a book like that would do more harm than good."

"Well, with respects, I disagree," Tara said.

"Dave, your books have provided an invaluable resource to everyone, not to mention law enforcement," Reid added.

"And they're just kick ass to read," Alvez concluded.

"Thank you. But…actually, that was kind of to Gideon's point. He was concerned that by telling these stories, it might create a prurient interest that would be more about consuming pornography."

Prentiss had to ask, "What did you say?"

"I didn't have an answer," Rossi said.

After walking into his place and setting up the home security code, he immediately dropped his bag, keys, and jacket on the floor, and he made a run towards Anastasia's room. After hearing from Élise, Anastasia had an autistic meltdown; he was absolutely worried, even before taking down the unsub, he couldn't help but worry.

His worries went away when he found her serenely sleeping. He watched her for a few more seconds before planting a kiss on her forehead and moves a piece of her hair away from her face.

"This wasn't the first time, was it?" Élise whispered as she soon stood next to Reid.

"No."

"When was the first time she had one?"

"Four months, two weeks and six days ago." Reid lets a tear fall.

"And you're worried about her in the near future."

"Doesn't anyone?"

"I am, too. I know she's going to grow up different. But anything's possible," Élise smiled. "You have to remember that. She has you looking out for her."

"And she has you, too." Reid looked at her, smiling back. Élise giggled for a bit before they both realized Anastasia started to quiet grunting sounds. Élise motioned that they leave before they wake her up.

"Are you still having those headaches, migraines?"

Reid just had to take one last look at Anastasia. "I'm fine, now."

A/N: Sorry if I have to leave you all hanging!