A/n the sam warnings apply

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Two months had passed since Spencer had been shot. They had a long four day weekend ahead of them, and they were going to the one place in Virginia, neither of them had been to before that day, Colonial Williamsburg.

Jen had picked the destination at Spencer's insistence. She'd told him how much she loved the little bed and breakfasts, one could always find in these small towns.

Spencer wanted to stay at one of those places that had murder mysteries for the guests to solve. JJ put her foot down, she was not going on a bus man's holiday, and that was final.

He'd pouted; looking so adorable she'd nearly given in and said, "Ok" to the murder mystery. Her better self won the internal argument, and she stood her ground.

The say started out clear and golden. It was late may and the temperatures were perfect. They left the house at nine am. Driving was not Spencer's favorite pastime so JJ took the wheel for the first half of the drive.

"I'm so glad I don't have to work for four wonderful days," Spencer said grinning broadly at his Jen.

"Me too," She said with just as much enthusiasm.

To say that she was giddy would be an understatement. This would be the first time since the shooting they would spend days alone together.

"I'm glad you picked our destination, Jen. Did you know that everyone in Williamsburg stays in costume and in character twenty four seven?"

"Sure babe, why do you think I picked it? We are going to have a lot of fun, learning all about the things they did to survive in colonial times."

He loved the way her eyes sparkled with excitement. What did I do to deserve the love of such a beautiful and sweet woman?

They were silent for most of the drive, the kind of silence that is comfortable. Spencer had turned on the radio it was set to an all eighties station that was Jen's favorite. Currently, "On the Eve of destruction" was playing and JJ sang along enthusiastically.

This perplexed Reid, the song was distinctly ominous despite its bouncy rhythm. She caught his look and said, "What?"

"Isn't this a little depressing for a road trip?"

"First this is hardly a road trip; we're going less then a hundred miles. Secondly, this isn't depressing compared to what we've seen on the job."

He had to admit she was right. After that he was contented to watch the scenery go by, when that began tedious, he called up a book from memory he'd read a month before his shooting, sometimes eidetic memory was very convenient. They stopped halfway through to change drivers, and heed the call of nature.

When they had first moved in together, they had decided that whoever did the driving also had control of the music. This meant that for the second half of the trip, JJ was subjected to loud heavy metal. She had been flabbergasted to learn that quiet, shy; Dr Reid loved head banging music. She recalled having said something at the time like, "It's always the quiet ones!" He'd chased her around their little house until she let him catch her in the bedroom, where he'd show her what else "the quiet ones" liked!

It was about eleven thirty in the morning when they reached Williamsburg. It was everything JJ had imagined and more. The streets were lined with homes from another age. The people wore costumes and spoke as if they belonged in the seventeenth century. Take away all the cars and tourists; you might believe you had been transported back in time.

Reid glanced over at JJ and saw the look of pure enjoyment on her face. She wore her hair in a pony tail that swung around her head when she moved. Her tee shirt was yellow; she wore faded jeans and running shoes. She looked utterly serene and happy. It made his heart leap and dance just to look at her. He couldn't wait to get her alone and tug the ribbon out of her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders, the way he liked it.

There was something about long blond hair spread out on a pillow that was so totally arousing to him. JJ said it was an unconscious manifestation of a chauvinistic obsession with her femininity. After Reid got past the fact that she had just sounded remarkably like him when he spouted off annoying facts, he'd denied her claim. Of course she didn't believe him for one minute.

The inn they were staying at was called The Wayfarer's Rest Inn. Spencer informed her as they were getting out of the SUV, that a wayfarer was a traveler, especially someone who traveled on foot, to which she had replied, she was glad they had that handy little invention, called the internal combustion engine.

The inn held ten rooms. They had been lucky to get one on short notice. They benefited from a last minute cancellation. The entryway was beautiful, vases of colorful flowers on a table by the door and on the counter where they checked in. White lace curtains hung at the huge windows. The floors were polished hard wood, with throw rugs strewn across it.

The man at the counter was dressed in authentic seventeenth century costume and he greeted them heartily and with a bow, "Good Morrow, my lord and lady welcome to The Wayfarers Inn. I am thy servant, David, how may I help thee.

"Um - we have a reservation under the name Reid." He was a little taken aback by the formality of the speech.

"Ah - yes my lord, if ye will just sign the register." He bowed once more and gestured to the young boy standing at the counter.

"This is Peter, my lord. He will fetch the bags to thy room."

By the time they reached the second floor and had entered their room, JJ was suffering from suppressed laughter. Reid tipped the boy and burst out laughing with JJ. He wondered how difficult it was for these people to stay in character. JJ knew that look and said, "Spence, don't profile the nice inn keeper."

"Is it any use to deny it," He asked her with a sheepish look on his face.

"No, I know you far to well; besides I want your total concentration on me."

She wrapped her arms around him and he bent down to kiss her. He loved the feel of her in his arms and the way she tasted, like vanilla. He was of the opinion that she tasted like love, that is if love had a taste. She pulled back slowly and grinned up at him.

"Babe, I would love to stay here and mess up that big comfy looking bed with you, but if we don't get going we'll miss some of the sights I want to see today." She slapped his butt playfully and backed away from him.

He sighed, then gave her his best pout, which was entirely too sexy to resist, but she managed.

"Spencer Reid, that look won't work on me, I want to see the sights."

"As my lady wishes," He said with a bow that was uncannily like the bow the desk clerk had given them upon arrival.

She giggled and said, "That's a great impression of out host, my lord."

"Hey I could get used to that," He ducked out of her way as she attempted to slug his shoulder.

"Don't count on it… Dr. Reid!"

They took turns in the bathroom and while Spencer was in there, JJ looked at the visitor's guide placed on the cute table in the entry way to the room.

She knew where she wanted to go first by the time Spencer emerged from the bathroom rubbing sun block into his face.

"So what's our first stop," He asked as he put a bottle of water, his keys, his badge and gun into the fanny pack he wore.

"I'm starved so how about lunch"

"Sounds great but where will we go?"

She held out the brochure and said, "Look, there's a winery here called Costal Wineries, they have a lunch tasting, you up for that?"

"Sure as long as we're not driving out there."

"We don't have to worry about that, babe we can get a carriage ride out front according to this guide."

"Ok let's go find the carriage."

They had just left the room, when the door across the hall opened. A small dark haired woman exited behind a tall, beefy man. He looked big enough to wrestle bulls. He was yelling at the woman who was crying. Spencer's antenna for trouble went up, and his hand moved to the zipper of his fanny pack, opening it slowly.

The man saw them standing in the hallway, he eyes swept over JJ with open lust. He walked over to them ignoring the crying woman behind him.

"Hey sweet thing," He said to JJ throwing Spencer a contemptuous look before laying a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you ditch the geek and join me for some real fun." He leered at her and she smelled alcohol on his breath.

"Get your hand off my shoulder." She tried to pull away, but he was too strong.

He ignored her and continued to look her up and down. Spencer stepped up to him his hand trembling a little, he didn't want trouble, but no one was going to man handle JJ in front of him.

"I believe the lady asked you to let go of her." Spencer worked hard to control the tremor in his voice, now was not the time to show weakness even though this guy reminded him of all the childhood bullies he'd encountered.

"Get lost geek! This pretty little lady and I are trying to have a conversation."

JJ had had enough, she stomped on his foot .and pushed his hand off her shoulder. She moved quickly away to stand beside Spencer.

"The lady doesn't want to talk to you," Spencer said, as the man yelped, and turned with a snarl to the couple.

The other man nearly landed the punch he threw at Spencer, but another thing Reid had learned was how to duck, he pushed JJ out of the way, and stepped to the side, his reflexes faster then the big man had counted on. He couldn't stop momentum from pushing his fist in to the wall. It landed with a resounding thud and he dropped to the floor howling in pain.

Both JJ and Spencer pulled out their ID and identified themselves as FBI to the man. The inn keeper had come running at the noise and JJ asked him to call the cops. The man tried to get to his feet, Spencer pulled out his gun and told the man to stay where he was.

Of course with the bravado all bullies use, he began to sputter that they couldn't arrest him, he'd done nothing wrong. Spencer advised him that he'd just assaulted two federal officers and would be going away for a few years. Spencer also hoped he could get the dark haired woman to press charges for domestic violence. He could tell from the heavy make up she wore that, she been beaten recently. It made his blood boil to see it.

By the time they'd finished with the cops it was close to one o'clock and they missed the tasting at the winery. JJ talked him into going out for the supper tasting instead and went back into their room to see if they had room for them, they did so they decided on a little café for lunch.

Spencer was silent on the walk to the café, he knew he'd been lucky the man was on his way to being drunk. Or else he could've been beaten badly in front of JJ.

"Hey babe, you did the right thing, so stop beating yourself up. I love you Spencer Reid, if I wanted a big guy to beat up on every guy that hits on me I go out with Morgan."

"I know it's just that-"

"Spencer you are a sweet, kind, loving man, who doesn't need to prove his manhood by getting physical with a guy like that. Did you see that poor woman, he beat her up? You would never touch me like that, which makes you more of a man then he will ever be, so just forget about them and lets enjoy the afternoon."

She put her arm through his and walked through the beautiful sun-filled day. She hated to be treated that way but it also reminded her that she often took Spence for granted. Well not on this trip, she was going to make sure he knew exactly how much she loved, appreciated and respected him.