A/N: Sorry It's been so long guys, I have been really busy with school, and I've been ill quite a bit. I can't believe it's been over a year since I started this story. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me since the beginning, and everyone that joined me on this journey along the way. Story's only exist for those who want to read, and I feel like my story connects us all, despite the miles around the world that separate us. I only have 29 school days left (yikes) so updates will be soon coming thick and fast. I plan 2 chapters for Thanksgiving, then we're moving onto Christmas, New Year and all sorts of fun things to come. After all, it's like 18 months to the wedding, and theres so much to write. As a warning, all I know about Thanksgiving comes from exposure to American TV Shows, so forgive any errors. Please Review!

Not Mine!

24th November 2011

AmeliaPOV

The alarm went off at 6am, it was almost like it wasn't a holiday. I groaned, hitting the snooze button on my phone before slumping back into bed with a groan. It was far too early for this shit. But, it was Thanksgiving, and I did promise Rossi that I would help with the cooking of the meal that was akin to a Christmas dinner a month early.

It was almost like the events from the wee hours of this morning were a dream. Almost, but not quite.

I felt Spencer stir beside, his fingertips tracing a pattern on my hip through his Tshirt, "morning" he said, his voice rough and thick with sleep.

I turned, facing him, his eyes were slightly bloodshot and bleary, his arms were still a little pink from the scratches, and reached out to touch his cheek, slightly rough with a five o'clock shadow. "Morning," I murmured, kissing him quickly.

I pulled away, listening to the rain as it pounded against the window. I had always liked the rain; the sound is comforting, especially when you are wrapped up warm inside; it serves as a reminder that your problems could be worse than they are.

"Don't be embarrassed; everyone was just really worried about you last night. They won't mention it in front of the kids or my mom; they don't know anything about it, and I would rather my mom didn't because I don't know if it would set her off."

I sighed, sitting up, "I just hate being vulnerable, all vulnerability has ever gotten me in life is bullied. I know that I'm being irrational; I just don't want people feeling sorry for me. I've had enough pity to last me a lifetime." I said as I began to dress, throwing Spencer his Tshirt.

"Well the team aren't going to bully you. Do you want me to go downstairs first and ask them to act like nothing has happened?" he asked, standing and beginning to dress as well.

I took his hands, "No, it's fine. The problem won't go away if we act like it's not there. If they ask me a question, I'll answer, just for the sake of putting it all to rest." I said, moving to pull away and walk downstairs when he pulled me closer.

He leaned down, pressing a longer kiss to my lips, "Happy Thanksgiving Amelia."

I kissed him back, pulling away with a smile, "Happy Thanksgiving Spencer," I said, leaving him to finish dressing as I headed downstairs.

Everyone else was already up and about as I made it to the kitchen. "Is it normal to be up to cook Thanksgiving dinner when it is still dark outside?" I muttered in my thick Scottish accent as I walked towards the coffee pot, making cups for myself and Spencer.

I half expected someone to make a comment about my nightmare, I knew questions must be burning on the forefront of their minds, but they didn't mention it.

"There's a lot to cook curlytop, where's lover boy?" Morgan teased

"Getting dressed, he can relax because he is on dishwashing duty, along with you and the rest of the guys. Well, the rest of the guys except Rossi." I said, washing my hands.

As if on cue, Rossi walked in, tossing me an apron. "I have divided up all the cooking tasks to my delegates. I'm on Turkey and appetisers. Amelia, you're on potatoes, Garcia, Vegetables, JJ, stuffing and gravy, Prentiss, sauces and desert." After a pause he clapped, "come on ladies, let's get down to business."

Since I had about 6 different varieties of potatoes to cook, I began to start peeling and chopping. Dinner was set to be served about 4 o'clock, but according to Rossi we were running behind schedule.

By noon, I had already devised 12 different ways to kill Rossi and hide the body, the rest of the guys were floating in and out of the kitchen, eating what they could before disappearing to watch the American football and chat about guy stuff. I wondered how Spence was coping; sports weren't his forte, knowing him, he's probably reading.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Diana sit in the chair next to me. "My my, you are busy." She commented, picking up a peeler, beginning to help me.

I jumped, "Oh Diana, I was in my own little world, I didn't see you there sorry."

"It's ok, how are you holding up? I know you had a nightmare last night." She added matter-of-factly.

I sighed, setting my peeler down, "Who told you? I didn't want you to know."

She chuckled, "A mother knows these things Amelia. We notice everything, it's a gift. Not every bit of bad news is going to set me off you know. Spencer has been asking me to check in on you all morning, I told him to leave you be because you were very busy. The thing you need to remember about nightmares Amelia, is that they aren't real, as long as you hold onto that fact, it is never as scary. I know it can be hard; I had to come off all of my medication when I became pregnant with Spencer, and I used to get the most terrible nightmares, the most terrible things I would see, and the voices, well they were unbearable.

"The only thing that got me through it was Spencer's father; he supported me the whole time. And it was all worth it for Spencer. What I'm trying to say Amelia, is don't shut him out. Because, he knows you better than you even know yourself sometimes. Now, I feel like a spare part out there while they all talk about football. So why don't you and I make these mashed potatoes and I'll tell you some embarrassing stories about Spencer?" she said, grabbing another unpeeled potato.

Just like that, she made me feel better. She made me feel less alone. Diana was a remarkable woman, almost like a second mother. You couldn't help but lover her. The rest of my time on potato duty passed almost in the blink of an eye with her help. She made the hours seem like seconds by telling all these funny stories about Spencer as child.

Soon enough it was four o'clock and, bang on the dot, dinner was served. Rossi really did run a tight ship. I couldn't wait to start my very first Thanksgiving dinner. And I had so much to be thankful for.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed part 1. Part 2 will be coming soon, fingers crossed. Please review.