One day. In one day Spencer would be in New Orleans. He was nervous, mainly because the last wedding he had been to was JJ and Will's. And that was a small family affair.

Knowing Ethan, his wedding would be the same. But what about Katherine? The wives usually have most control over the wedding, so what if she wants it to be a big fancy wedding? Should he wear his usual button up with a sweater vest or should he buy a tuxedo? He didn't want to feel even more out of place than he would anyway.

Maybe he should call Ethan and ask him. No no, that would be weird. Maybe he should ask Rossi? Yeah, he could do that. Just call him and ask. He picked up his phone and dialed the familiar number nervously. Hopefully the older male would have the answers to his seemingly childish problem.

"Spencer? What is it this time? Another damn case?"

"No! No, I just need your advise on a personal matter." Spencer replied, biting his cheek to keep from laughing at the Italian's disdain for cases. It was something they all had in common, just as much as they loved the expressions on a family's face when their child was returned safe or the killer of a family member was caught.

"Ask away then, but make it quick, I've got chicken milano on the stove and a date tonight."

Spencer smiled at his older colleagues' explanation, nearly making all the nervousness in his stomach go away. His team always had that calming effect on him, but he could still feel a small tingle of nervousness that had resided in his stomach since his youth. Growing up with a paranoid schizophrenic, he was always aware that he could become like his mother or that something could happen to her. Thankfully enough, the headaches that plagued him no longer do so, only for suitable reasons like a miserable case or a terrible night's sleep.

"My friend, he invited me to a wedding in Louisiana and I was wondering what was appropriate to wear at a wedding." Spencer said, packing his bag and making sure he had enough clothes for the week long trip.

"Well, most weddings are a suit and tie affair, but your work clothes would be just fine. Just - don't wear the sweater vest, it makes you look like a kid."

"Gee, thanks." Spencer said sarcastically, which over the years, has become less and less rare. Just a sign that he was comfortable around his team.

"No problem Reid, now knock 'em dead and bring home someone to keep your mind at ease. God knows you think too damn much."

The young agent rolled his eyes at his team mate's response. Ever since he came out, the whole team excluding Hotch had been trying to get him a date or trying to persuade him into getting one himself. The only comforting thing about that was Morgan would get the same treatment if he weren't dating Savannah. She already knew about his sexuality so she had no problem with it. "Yeah I'll do that."

"You better, or else I'll set you up with one of my ex-wives' nieces. I need to go, bye Reid."

"Goodbye Rossi." The genius said before hanging up and sighing. That resolved the what to wear issue, and now he was all set to go. He had already reserved the ticket to Louisiana and Ethan had said he would pick him up from the airport. He finished packing for the week long trip quickly, all he had to do was fold some clothes and put them in a bag, along with packing his toothbrush and other necessities. Coffee, for example.

Yes, the young agent brought his own coffee with him when he went out of state. After all, you never know if the coffee at the police station will be delicious or terrible. So he never took the chance.

The team owes him fifty seven dollars thanks to terrible coffee.

New Orleans Airport

The plane ride was less than pleasant. There was a child behind him who kept kicking his seat, the steward spilled soda on the man next to him so he had to deal with his complaining the whole flight, and every time someone walked passed him, he had to deal with with them kicking his foot.

So all in all, a terrible flight.

He was finally able to relax when the plane touched down at Louis Armstrong airport in New Orleans. He got off the plane and found his bag with minimal problems. Now all he had to do was find Ethan in the crowd of people that only seemed to keep getting bigger and bigger.

The agent sighed before looking for the bearded face of his friend. When he saw him, he found a young blond male next to him, easily the same height as Ethan with a lean build and stubble on his cheeks with bags under his eyes, which were a bright green color that immediately caught his attention.

Spencer found himself walking towards the two men, the two of them engaged in light conversation, judging by the smirk on the unidentified male's face and the crinkling of Ethan's eyes as he chuckled.

Both of them turned toward Spencer as he neared, and Spencer found himself analyzing Ethan. He was more clean shaven than before, his beard now trimmed and clean instead of the unkempt bush that it was before. Other than the physical appearance, Ethan looked the same to him as he did all those years ago. Simple button up with jeans and sneakers, his usual work attire that he'd taken to wearing all the time.

"Spencer, you sure are a sight for sore eyes." Ethan said with a grin as he moved in to hug the younger male. After the hug, Spencer turned toward the blond male with a raised eyebrow aimed toward Ethan, "oh don't worry about him, he's just our doorman."

"Yeah and you're my french maid." The man retorts with a grin before turning toward the agent. "I'm Sander, the greatest choreographer in the history of choreographers."

"If by choreographer you mean common dance teacher who didn't bother graduating high school, then yeah, that's him." Ethan adds quietly, but loud enough for both men to hear.

"Hey! He did not need to know that." Sander said with a small glare that was clearly faked.

"Sorry about the help, he has an attitude problem but he means well." The old friend of Spencer's pointed out to the younger male, making him grin. Honestly, it was refreshing to see Ethan interacting with Sander, it obviously meant that Ethan had gotten over his commitment issues and wasn't scared of making bonds with new people, though the wedding should've been enough proof of that.

"Yeah? Well the help is going to make you a shit sandwich if you don't quit telling the man lies." Sander turned towards Spencer, "I'm a dancer that teaches classes for weddings, parties, and stuff like that. Just because him and Kat need me to teach people how to dance somehow makes me the help."

"It's nice to meet you Sander, and apparently I'm not that good of a dancer so I'll be in your class." Spencer said, adding his two cents into the conversation, shifting his feet a little so the weight of his bag doesn't crush his shoulder anymore than it already is.

"Nice to meet you too, hey can I give you a hand with that?" Sander asked nodding toward the bag on the agent's shoulder.

"Um, yeah sure." Spencer nodded, handing the bag to Sander who easily swung it over his shoulder and started walking away. "Hey! Where's he going?" He asked Ethan who was chuckling at his friend's reaction.

"Relax Spencer, he's just taking it out to the car." Ethan said, clapping a hand on the other man's shoulder before leading him out of the airport and into the parking area. "Now, where the hell did I park that thing?"

"Wrong way, Art Tatum!" A voice called from the other side of the parking lot, causing both men to turn and see Sander on top of a bench and waving them over as if he were a traffic director.

"Is he... alright?" Spencer asked tentatively pointing over at Sander who just flipped off an older man because he went the wrong way through the parking lot, resulting in cursing from both males and insults to mothers everywhere.

Ethan drew in a breath and crinkled his brow before answering. "He's had a rough life Spencer, and right now, he just drove down from New York, he hasn't gotten any sleep in two days, so... it's either this or him passing out in the middle of the road."

"That has to be at least a four day long trip, how did he make it?"

"Let's just say he should not be behind the wheel of a motor vehicle. Ever." Ethan said with with a slight chuckle and it took all the restraint Spencer had not to laugh when Sander stumbled and fell off the bench, landing on his side and groaning.

Ethan and Spencer rushed over to him, he had some dirt on his tee shirt and jeans, but other than that, he appeared fine. "Are you okay?" Spencer asked, just in case something was wrong that they couldn't see.

"Nothing bruised but my ego," Sander said, rolling over and sitting up. "Son of a bitch, I need some sleep."

"That sure was graceful, Jackson." Ethan stated, lending a hand to the other man and pulling him up.

"Don't you ever compare me to that sorry excuse for a singer, Campbell." Sander said, pointing at the musician warningly before smiling. "Let's get this show on the road gentlemen, I need to get some rest before I start singing Toxic."

Sorry for the wait, but I'm pretty sure this one is longer than the last one, but at least you get to learn a little more about Sander!

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