So this is it--the end. Hope you've enjoyed the ride, and be sure to thank mabelreid for agreeing to help co-author this little tale!

Usual disclaimers, plus the song Reid sings is a real one--"The Captain of Her Heart," by Double. It's available on YouTube for a listen.

"I can't believe I have to do this!"

"It's not permanent, JJ."

"I know…"

JJ ran her hands over her blond hair as though it was her most prized possession. The stylist smiled at her, popping the huge wad of gum in her mouth as she patted and stroked JJ's long hair.

"Don't worry honey… I've got the perfect cut in mind for you."

JJ looked up at the woman who had purple hair that was cut short and spiked up all over her head. She had a nose ring and dark purple eye shadow. Her lips were painted pink and she wore black hipster jeans with a purple tee shirt. The words "I've got the perfect cut in mind for you," didn't inspire confidence.

"Um, I have to be on television as part of my job, so it can't be too extreme."

"Trust me," She popped her gum again. 'I can do conservative."

Emily took the chair next to her and squeezed her hand. "Don't worry JJ, Piper is the best."

"She cuts your hair." JJ asked tentatively.

"Yeah, so you know you can trust her."

"Okay…"

"Come on. I'll get you washed and I give the best scalp massage in DC. Relax and enjoy it.

--

"Why does my charge have to sacrifice her lovely hair?"

"Don't look at me! I didn't think up the punishments."

"She's not going to be happy."

"It's hair, it will grow back."

"You're a man. What do you know? I mean, girls go out and they get a new hair cut to make themselves beautiful for you guys and you don't even notice. You claim that you like us 'just the way we are.'"

Reginald held up his hands. "Why are you attacking me?"

"Oh go flirt with Mary!" Gina stalked off to go have a word with Peter. It was his charge that plotted all of this out along with Anya's charge. She was going to give them both a piece of her mind.

---

"You look great." Oliver said, trying not to laugh.

"I look ridiculous."

"Don't let Dr. Reid hear you say that."

"Why are you here? I thought you got your clearance yanked when you quit."

"Well, you're a bit testy! You forgot who I work for, she has a higher clearance than God. It's thanks to her I got to keep mine."

"You know, one of these days you're going to open your mouth and fall right in."

The elevator was on the fourth floor at Quantico. Luckily, no one was on the elevator but Morgan and Oliver, but when it got to the tenth floor…

"It's only for one day, and then you can go back to your usual tee shirt and jeans."

"Are you trying to say that I don't dress professional?"

"No, I'm just saying that everyone on the team has their own style."

"What I find out whose idea this was...!"

The doors opened and Morgan stepped out very reluctantly with a grinning Oliver standing right beside him. "Morgan, is that you?" Garcia's mouth was literally hanging open. Her usual "I'll show you a good morning, Hot Stuff," was completely forgotten.

"Nice going Oliver." Rossi said as he came out of his office and began to circle Morgan looking him up and down.

"Hey, did you decide to become a nerd Agent Morgan?" Anderson called from his desk. Several other agents stood and laughed while they took in the usually confident Morgan.

"Nothing to see here, people. Get back to work," he growled.

"Let's not be too hasty, Morgan," Hotch said from behind him. "Everyone should get a chance to see this."

"Thanks for your support, boss."

"What's going on?"

Reid stood with a very large purple coffee mug with a Star Wars logo on the side and his mouth hanging open. "Are you trying to be funny, Morgan? Because I don't think this is very funny."

Hotch went to the flushed and angry young man and put an arm around Reid's shoulders. "This is for losing the bet."

"Oh, well then. That's alright."

---

"Come on, that's so not fair." Connie's wings fluttered indignantly.

"He knew what he was getting into when he agreed to the bet." Anya said impatiently.

"But still, my poor baby."

"Connie…"

"Okay, I know what you're going to say. It's good for his ego."

"I want to shake the hand of the person that thought this up."

"It must've have been Peter putting it into Garcia's head."

"She looked really surprised..."

"So? She could be acting. I wouldn't put it past her."

"Whatever… I'm going to go find Peter and congratulate him."

---

Reid frowned at his reflection in the men's room mirror. Actually, if Hotch had been there, he would've described his agent's expression as a pout.

"This is insane."

Hey, it wasn't all bad...at least you got a great little side prize from Kyle...

That was true. The photograph, enlarged to poster size, that hung on his bedroom wall was suitable for blackmail if he ever needed it.

Chase will kill you both and no one will ever find the bodies if she finds out you have a picture of her in the Leia bikini.

He swallowed very hard and decided that no one on the team was ever going to be allowed in his bedroom, for any reason.

He adjusted the tie one more time and shrugged. The instructions for this "challenge," had been explicit and he had no choice but to go knock on the Section Chief's door.

Just get it over with and then the next time someone suggests a game like this, run far and run fast.

Then again, side prizes are fun too...

He picked up the other piece of his 'outfit,' sighed deeply, and left the men's room.

"Are you ready to go?" Hotch was waiting for him.

"I can't do this. You know I can't sing."

Hotch laid a strong hand on Reid's shoulder and guided him up to Strauss's office. "Don't worry it'll all be over fast."

"She'd going to be really mad."

"No she won't. It's her birthday and I cleared everything with the Director. He's only sorry that he couldn't be here to witness this. Her husband is in on it too and requested a copy of the recording. "

"Great. They'll all get to witness my utter humiliation?!"

Hotch pushed the young man up to the door. He was wearing a dark charcoal grey suit with a black silk shirt and matching tie. His shoes were black and polished to a high mirror shine. He'd insisted on mismatched socks, so he wore one black and one dark charcoal. His holster and gun were at his side and he carried a small boom box with him.

"You'll do fine."

Hotch had made sure that no one else came within fifteen feet while Reid knocked on Strauss's door.

"Come in!" Her irritated voice called.

He gave Hotch one last pleading look. The older man indicated the door with his head. Reid squared his shoulders and opened the door.

---

Strauss looked up to see Dr. Reid entering her room. He was dressed in away that reminded her of Hotch. In fact, she was a bit surprised to see him out fitted that way. He looked like a James Bond wannabe.

"What do you want Agent Reid?"

"Um…So I have a message for you from your husband for your birthday. He asked me to sing this song."

He launched into it after snapping the record buttons on the boom box:

It was way past midnight
and she still couldn't fall asleep.
This night the dream was leaving
she tried so hard to keep.
And with the new day's dawning
she felt it drift away.
Not only for a cruise
not only for a day
Too long ago, too long apart
she couldn't wait another day for
the captain of her heart.
As the day came up, she made a stop.
She stopped waiting another day for
the captain of her heart.

Her ears were assaulted by a voice that was so unfortunate, that if a dog had been present, it would've been howling by that time. The agent was red faced and wouldn't look her in the eye as he stood still as a statue wandering through the song like a traveler on a winding road.

"So what bet did you lose, Agent Reid?" She demanded when the young man warbled to a stop.

"I don't know what you mean ma'am."

"My husband doesn't send singing telegrams to the office on my birthday!"

"Oh, well, um… there was this challenge for the New Year and so, ah… yeah, I lost a bet," he admitted, looking down at his uncomfortable shoes.

"Right. Well, you've done what you came in here to do. Get out and get back to work."

"Yes Ma'am…"

"Dr. Reid!"

"Yes ma'am?" He stopped at the door.

"That suit isn't you."

"No ma'am."

She went back to her paper work. When the door shut behind Dr. Reid she allowed herself to laugh. She was going to have a conversation with the Director and her husband before this day was over.

---

"That wasn't too bad!"

"Are you kidding me!? She could have fired him then and there."

"Aye, that she could have, but I'd be more worried about his voice then his getting fired."

Stanley winced at the memory. "Well, I guess you can't be talented at everything!"

"That's true!"

"Are you unhappy to be back as his guardian?"

"No! I just wish he'd stay out of trouble for five minutes."

--

"Is everyone ready?" Emily picked up a glass of red wine Josh had decanted for all of them. They were gathered in the living room of Josh's home, or 'headquarters' as they all had come to call it.

"I'm ready, let's see them." Will said eagerly. Henry cooed in his arms and he smiled as JJ walked into the room.

Her blond locks had been cut short in a wedge that framed her face. Her blue eyes seemed to glow more brightly then when her hair had been long.

"You look beautiful, ma cher." Will said.

"Yeah, all that hair took away from you face. You can really see your eyes now." Emily agreed.

"I'm still going to grow it out. I like my long hair."

"--I agree with you JJ.--" Chase said from her perch on Josh's easy chair.

"I like it." Hotch declared.

"It's better then Morgan's outfit." Oliver piped up.

--I don't know, I think Morgan looks rather natty.--

Everyone roared at Chase's translation of Kyle's words. Morgan was pulling at the grey tie he was wearing, desperate to get out of the clothes he'd been forced to wear all day.

"I agree… It's the best outfit he's worn since I've met him."

"Shut up Reid… I'm a copy of you for God's sake!"

Reid's friend wore a pair of dark grey cords, a white dress shirt and a black sweater vest with red and white stripes. He had a pair of blue Converse on his feet, with one white sock and one blue sock.

"You look great." Garcia said from her seat next to Kevin who was trying not to laugh.

"I look ridiculous. Can I take this off?"

"Not till we get a picture of you and JJ."

The two of them poses for pictures with Reid who was still in his "James Bond," attire, while the recording of his song and Strauss's reaction played for them.

"I wish I could have see her face." Rossi said.

"She was less angry then I thought she would be." Hotch said.

"You weren't in there. I think I'm lucky to have a job."

"Strauss is too smart to let you get away." Oliver said.

"Yees, she ees too smart to fire you. You could make milleons of dollairs een ze private sector. She knows thees. She well not let you go easeely."

"Thanks, Josh," Reid said.

"Now, what's Austin's address so I can send this to her?" Garcia asked innocently.

"No way, not in this life time."

"No problem baby cakes. I'll just get it from my babies."

"Hotch, make her stop!"

"Garcia!" But Hotch winked at her over Reid's head.

"Ees everyone redee for our meeal?"

"After I get out of these clothes." Morgan said.

"Me too," Reid agreed.

They sat down at the large table ten minutes later. "I'd like to make a toast." Hotch said, rising to his feet. "To the New Year. May it be better then the last."

"Here, here, let's never have another bet like that again." Morgan said.

"Big baby," Chase said.

"Yeah, next year is going to be even better. Garcia and I are working on the…"

"Shut up, Oliver!" they all said together.