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A/n here's the last chapter all. Thank you all for your support and Happy Halloween.

Epilogue

"What are you thinking about over there?" Garcia asked from her position behind the wheel of Esther.

"It's nothing." Reid answered as he picked at the edge of the long sleeved Jedi robe he wore as his costume.

"I think it's more than nothing." She disagreed. "You know you can talk to me sweet cheeks."

He glanced over at her. She'd put her long red hair up into two pigtails. She wore a cheerleader costume and sapphire blue framed glasses. Her joy of life usually puzzled him in its constancy, but now it blew over him like a wave of warm seawater.

"I was thinking about Samara Nicosia."

"You can't take the blame for what she did. She got lost Reid, lost in grief and pain that I can't imagine. She made the decision to do the awful things she did. You aren't responsible for that, she is."

"I know… you're right." He agreed. "I have all this knowledge about how the human mind works. Samara Nicosia obviously had a breakdown, but that doesn't excuse what she did. She made the decision to kill all those men."

"Put it behind you." Garcia advised as she slowed down and turned into the driveway of a two story, white painted house. "It's time for Henry and trick-or-treating."

He felt a smile edge onto his face. "Yeah… let's do it."

Garcia parked behind JJ's car. They were halfway up the walkway when the door opened and a little boy in a Sponge Bob Square Pants costume toddled out. "Whoa… Hold up there little man." JJ grabbed on to his hand as he tried to go down the stairs to his God Parents. "pence, cia" He said with a big smile on his painted face.

Garcia picked him up. "Who are you…? I don't recognize you at all." She laughed. "You're such a big boy."

Henry laughed. Reid gave him a little wave. "Hey Henry."

"Great costume Spence." JJ laughed. "Just what I would expect from you."

His face got hot. "It's a classic. I like yours too JJ."

Henry's mother did a fast turn in her costume, which consisted of a pair of large golden wings on her back. She wore a gold leotard with matching tights and a pair of antennae on her head. She had gold and black sparkly paint on her face as well.

"Great butterfly," Garcia applauded.

The women laughed as Will came out onto the porch with an orange and black plastic pumpkin in his hand. It had a black handle and a smiling Jack-o-lantern face. "Aye you miserable dogs, I bring Master Henry's pumpkin for his ill gotten booty." Will snarled in a passable pirate voice. He wore a tri corner hat and a patch over one eye.

"Nice costume Will," Garcia gave him the thumbs up.

"I haven't finished with the rest yet." Will said.

"We stocked up on snacks for you guys after little ears go to bed." JJ informed them with a grin.

"Thanks." Reid said.

"Did you get it?" JJ asked Garcia asked.

"It was a piece of cake." Her friend assured her with a wink.

"What did you guys do?" He asked suspiciously.

"Garcia got the number for that anthropologist in Greensboro." JJ said.

"Garcia!"

"You'll thank me." Garcia said confidently. "As soon as we get back here, I'll make sure he calls her."

"Good luck…" Will slapped him on the back.

"Thanks for ganging up on me." Reid complained. "Can we please go now?" He shivered a bit in the cool breeze.

Will got Henry into a jacket over his costume and handed him to Reid. "Come on Henry… Let's go get some candy."

"Reid's like a little kid in some ways." JJ muttered to Garcia as Reid turned for the car.

"I heard that." Reid called back over his shoulder."

"Don't worry…" Garcia assured JJ. "He'll call her or I'll know the reason why not."

JJ watched Will and Spence get Henry into the car seat Will had removed from JJ's car and added to Esther. "Maybe we shouldn't pressure him." JJ said.

Garcia smirked through her crimson lips. "You know as well as I do that he won't make his move without a little pressure."

"Okay… but if this backfires, it's on you." JJ said.

"Don't worry so much JJ… It'll be fine."

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"Hm… Spencer, you've got great hands."

"Really?"

"Yes… This is just what I needed." Susan said.

She lay stretched out on her stomach on her couch with Reid straddling her hips. His hands worked the muscles of her shoulders and back like a concert pianist.

"I'm glad…" He said. "Thank you for not holding a grudge."

"Well… I was mad at you. You did run out on me, but I understand why you did it."

He moved his hands down her back and she sighed. "I'm glad you called me. I was seriously thinking about hiring a private detective and tracking you down."

"You were?" He squeaked.

She shifted and he moved off her to sit on the couch. "Yes… You're the first guy I've been out with that actually understands me when I talk. Your eyes don't glaze over. You actually like what I do. You're hot too."

He blushed. "I'm nothing special."

"You see, you're too good to be true." She leaned in and kissed him.

Her hands curled in his hair and pulled him in close as she could. His heart took off against her chest as their tongues battled together and the kiss flamed hot. His hands stroked her back with a fervor he hadn't shown during his impromptu massage. When her head felt like it might float away from her shoulders from lack of oxygen, she broke off the kiss and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry," he said, going very pink.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I've wanted to do that since the moment I saw you."

"Me too… I just meant that I don't usually kiss like that on the first date."

"It's not our first date." She reminded him.

"Well, not technically I guess. Thanks for taking me on a personal tour of your exhibit the day before it opens."

"You're welcome… Would you like some wine?" She asked getting up from the couch. Her red dress set off her pale skin in a way that made his hands sweat.

"I don't like wine. Can I have some coffee?"

She laughed at his hopeful look. "Sure, why don't we both have some coffee and you can tell me all about your job."

"You've got a deal. Do you mind if I make a quick call while you make the coffee. I need to check up on someone."

Susan kissed his cheek. "Of course…Is everything alright?"

"Yes…"

"I'll meet you in the kitchen." Susan winked at him.

"Thanks…"

He waited till she was out of the room to pull out his phone and dial the number Garcia had tracked down for him a few days ago. "Hello Ms LaSalle… This is Spencer Reid… I just wanted to see how you're doing…"

THE END